#wait hes not even a darth is he. is he just a lord. i am totally forgetting.

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| Not Yet |part two

An Anakin Skvwalker X FemReader Oneshot

18+ MNDI

Warnings: Eventual Somnophilia, Cockwarming, oral, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, CNC, dacryphilia, name calling, choking, maybe more?? Idk

Aggression, anger, biting, pinching,

Info: Unburned Anakin, Darth Vader Anakin - No Mask, Established Relationship, Anakin is broody but but he adores you, He destroys something of yours and he’s not sorry.

Personal Headcanon that I let leak into this fic very slightly: Anakin is gross. He is so nasty during sex and I love it. Makes me absolutely feral.

Anakin POV

She’d come to find me, I could hear her in the hall just outside my office. She knew me well enough to realize I’d bury myself in work to avoid confrontation with her.

Just as I thought I’d be met with an angry fist rattling the metal door, I heard her walk away. I reached out through the Force, just to feel her, make sure she was okay.

Guilt, she felt guilty. Because of me.

I signed, letting my head drop onto my desk and turning to look at that stupid fucking mask. Taunting me with its unforgiving hollow eyes.

Was it really worth it? The power, the fortune? Is it worth it if this is what becomes of me?

What if one day I put on that helmet, and it stays on even after I take it off? Is it even a facade anymore?

No. I’m still me. The Great Lord Vader, would never sit at his desk twirling a pencil in the air as a distraction from the tears streaking his face. I’m still human.

I am. I’m still human, humans make mistakes.

I stepped into the living room, ears on high alert. It’s 2:00 am and if I woke her up now she’d be even more angry at me.

I folded my outer robe and sat my helmet on the couch. Running my hands down my chest to smooth out the wrinkles in my pajama shirt from the heavy fabric that had crumpled it.

Not that I cared, I was just wasting time. Trying to brace myself for the potential of the nearest object to her being chucked in my direction. I’ve seen her angry, but never like this. This was a different kind of angry, it was hurt and sadness disguised as anger.

I couldn’t feel her waking presence, so she must’ve been sleeping. It felt like I’d been knocked down a few notches when I realized she’d fallen asleep alone. In all three years we’ve been Lord Vader and his Empress, I’d never been late enough to miss a goodnight kiss.

I walked cautiously to the bedroom, standing in the door way and watching her gentle breathing. She always looked so serene like this, unblemished, unburdened, pure bright light against the blackness.

I ground my knuckles into my eyes until I saw spotted colors, wiping my nose on the back of my hand. A few stray tears had made their appearance again at the sight of her lying there alone.

I contemplated sleeping on the couch. Maybe she didn’t want me to join her, she always waited up for me.

‘No. She was upset, she was just tired.’ I told myself as I walked around to my side of the bed, but I was quickly proved wrong.

Is that?

That fucking bitch.

Her pink vibrator was laying on my pillow. She’d fucked my pussy without my permission.

How did she even find that?

It stayed put away, for this exact reason. She knew the rules, she knows I’m the only one who can use that on her. Yet here she is, blatantly disobeying me, flaunting it. She purposefully left it on my pillow.

No worries. I can make sure this never happens again. My hand shot out to grab the vibrator as it flew through the air, upon impact with my palm I closed my fingers around it until I heard it snap.

The shards of plastic and torn silicone felt to the floor and scattered in pieces. It must’ve been loud enough to startle her because she shifted her body and I stood as still as possible. Despite what I’d just done, I didn’t want to wake her.

My eyes locked on her leg as it moved and flopped to the side limply. I thought maybe I was seeing things, but as I double checked my mouth watered.

She’d fallen asleep without putting her panties back on. Her pussy still coated in her arousal, the soft starlight shining through the window cast an ethereal glow on her lower half. As if the gods themselves were encouraging me to have a taste.

| flash back |

Panting I picked up the pace and changed angles ever so slightly. “All you can do is drool for me?”

Once again, no answer.

“Say my name,” I laughed at her loudly watching her struggle “I’ll stop right now princess. You know I will.”

I slowed my movements before she finally spoke, “No! No pl-please don’t stop.”

“Let everyone know who’s pussy this is hmm?” I teased her collarbone with my tongue, nipping at the thin skin.

“Yours. Anakin it’s yours.”

“Fucking right it’s mine. You know what I do with what’s mine?” I growled lowly flicking her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

“Y-you take it wh-when you want, whenever you wa-want.” She barely managed to choke out the words I’d been waiting to hear.

“Whenever I want. You’d let me fuck you awake huh? Get this pretty pussy dripping before you even know what’s happening.” The mental image flashing in my mind was nothing less than unholy.

“Fu-huck, baby you want that? Pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” I groaned, resting my forehead on hers.

She nodded, trying to pull me closer for a kiss but I stopped her.

“You want that? Want me to fill you up while you’re out cold? Say it. I need to hear you say it!” My tone was demanding, now that the thought had crossed my mind I desperately wanted confirmation that she’d be okay with it.

Her hot breath ghosted my lips and I leaned in, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth and pulling gently. A strangled whine of ‘oh god yes’ rolled out of her straight into my mouth and damn me to hell if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

| end flashback |

I shook the memory away, clearing my head to truly weigh my options here. Go to bed, or take what’s been offered to me?

My dick made the choice for me, it’s hardness becoming uncomfortable to the point that I was stripping my clothes before I even realized I was doing it.

I tip-toed to the bed, carefully assessing just how deep in sleep she was. Feather light touches along her calves turned into lips on her thighs. Tongue gliding along the smooth flesh on her inner thigh, I stopped where her leg and pussy meet, pressing my nose into the crease and inhaling deeply.

Her scent had me salivating, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have a taste.

I laid my tongue flat against her folds, gathering up as much of her slick as possible just to swallow it all down with a satisfied smile… she didn’t even flinch. I delved back between her folds lapping at every centimeter I could. Leaving no place untouched, no part of her neglected by my tongue’s caress.

Getting alittle braver at her lack of response I pushed my luck. Pressing my nose against her sensitive clit, already beginning to swell from my touch. My tongue slithering into her entrance, I couldn’t help but groan as the warm wetness dripped down my chin.

Her hips moved suddenly and I found myself holding my breath, fully expecting her to jump up and smack me, but she didn’t. I waited a moment, watching carefully before returning to the task at hand.

The moment my lips suctioned on her perfect little clit she moved again, no… not just moving.

She was trying to fuck my mouth. God she’s perfect. Even in her sleep she’s desperate for me.

I decided to go a bit further, slipping one finger between her folds followed soon after by a second. She was so wet that it hardly took any effort at all to finger fuck her, my finger tips hooked and dragging against the spongy spot inside her.

A whimper escaped her lips and I just had to have her back in my mouth. I pinched the top of her clit, pulling it up gently to roll it between my fingers while flicking my tongue across it. Alternating with gentle suckling until she ground her hips against me.

Her walls clamped down on my fingers and I knew she was close, I sped up my fingers, applying pressure as I massaged her hole. Keeping her clit between my fingers and at the mercy of my relentless tongue.

Before I had time to react, my face and hands were dripping, my mouth coated in her juices.

Did she just?

“Oh fuck.” My cock jumped when I realized what happened, she’d squirted, all over me, all over the sheets. It left a gorgeous little puddle on the bed beneath her.

No drop went to waste, I cleaned my chin with my tongue, savoring it. My cock rocking into my slick fist while I slipped my middle finger past her lips, she deserved to taste some of that hard work didn’t she?

What was left on my hands I licked from my palms and sucked each finger clean, running my hands over my chest and stomach for good measure.

I lined up with her, my cock barely brushing against her folds already had me weak in the knees. I could’ve unloaded into her the moment my head was enveloped by her soaked pussy. The squelch as I pushed deeper into her was obscene, disgustingly delicious.

As slowly as I could bear I finally sheathed myself within her, her eyes fluttered open momentarily before shutting again so I completely stilled all my movements. My cock practically grew a mind of its own, as hard as I tried to stay still my hips rocked into her anyway.

She moaned, a full, throaty moan when she jerked under the stimulation of my tongue sliding along the underside of her jaw. My cock twitched and I had to squeeze my eyes shut tightly, stopping my movements again as that familiar white hot feeling tried to envelop me much to early.

“N-no. No. Not yet.” I whimpered, close to tears as I tried to hold it in. “Not yet. Not yet.”

“God fuckin’ damnit!” I slammed my fist into the wall, not caring when the noise made her jolt, I was too busy pumping her full of my cum. The sticky substance dripping out, I watched closely where our bodies met, mesmerized by the sight of it.

“Shh-shit fuck.” I groaned, my dick throbbing painfully, every second I was fully sheathed in her like this was as if I stood on the property line of heaven and hell. Giving myself as much time to recover as I could stand too.

I couldn’t keep torturing myself like this, so I gave up on being gentle enough to keep her asleep. I sped up every so often, trying not to startle her to much when she began to wake up.

I concentrated on sloppy kisses across her shoulder, caressing those perfectly perky nipples to draw out an angelic whimper from her plump lips.

Fuck. Those lips.

Passionately I let my tongue graze her bottom lip, nipping it between my teeth. Her eyes fluttered again as she subconsciously tried to kiss me back. I must’ve moaned too loud or gripped her waist too tightly because her eyebrows furrowed and she sleepily opened her eyes.

“W-what’s? You’re back?” She managed to get those few words out as her lips were still trapped under mine.

“Mhm, I’m back princess.” I let one hand come up to cradle the back of her neck, tipping her head back for easier access to the tenderness of her throat.

“Why- what’s are you d-doin’ Ani?” She moaned, still not fully awake, so I thrust a bit harder and watched as realization washed over her face.

“Shh shh baby it’s okay. Jus’ taking care of you.” I guided my other arm beneath her waist to pull her into me.

“Wanted t-to say sorry. To make it up to you,” her cunt clenched tightly at my words, “fuck baby you can’t be doing that, don’t wanna cum.”

She slowly returned to the land of the living, her moans growing louder with each slap of my balls against her ass.

“Hear that baby? You made a mess for me.” My voice deep and gravely in her ear, the nasty *shlick* of each thrust being audible made it hard to keep focus.

“Did? I did?” She questioned.

“God yes baby, fucking drowned me, you tasted so sweet.” I began to ramble off nonsense to her, my brain getting fuzzy.

“Ah- huh… Anakin” her words cut short, whatever she was saying got swept away as her orgasm stole her breath.

Her chest heaving, tits bouncing as I pounded into her. Eyes becoming unfocused as her pupils dilated and her legs wrapped around me shakily.

“Fucking squeezing me so tight.” If I clenched my teeth together any harder I might break a tooth.

I slid my arm from under her feeling the hills and valleys of her curves on its way to her tender neck. Giving a gentle squeeze on either side of her throat, just hard enough to make her vision go blurry.

“Ani- please.” Her mouth hung open wide, eyes looking up through her lashes at me.

“What is it princess? I’ll give you anything baby.” I lifted my other hand and gripped the head board firmly to leverage myself as I change pace to relentlessly pound into her.

“Need more.” She whined, digging her fingers into my biceps as she held on.

She yelped at the sudden change and her cunt fluttered around my cock, my thrusts faltering slightly as I felt myself get closer. I watched her eyes roll back, enjoying the way her face twitched as I rubbed harsh circles into her clit via the Force.

“You forgive me baby?” Innocent enough that she wouldn’t question my motives.

“O’course.” She groaned beneath me as a tightened my grip on her neck.

“Good.” I growled, “now I don’t have to feel guilty about doing this.”

“Huh?” She was confused and I laughed at her contorted face.

“Huh? What do you mean huh?” I moved my hand from her throat to grip her chin and force her to look at me.

“You fucked this pussy without asking didn’t you?” There was no answer, just a look of lustful fear in her eyes.

“Was it better than this? Could that fucking piece of plastic make you feel like this?” I shook her chin, digging in my fingers.

“N-no it was-wasn’t even close.” She stuttered looking to her right, expecting to see the pink vibrator.

“Shhh it’s okay baby. I made sure you’ll never have to worry about that piece of shit again.”

Her eyebrows knitted together looking at me confused. So I decided to do something alittle creative.

“Wanna see?” I asked, condescending tone sneaking into my words. I didn’t wait for an answer, I just reached behind myself and called the broken pieces to hover above her face.

“Who’s the only one who can make your pussy feel like this huh? Make you cum on their face in their fucking sleep?” I shook her chin again, leaning back slightly to change the angle of my thrusts.

“So cock-drunk you can’t talk?” Her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy spasmed around me.

“Oh… gods.” She tried to speak but that’s all she got out.

“Fucking answer me!�� I shouted, sending the plastic shards straight into the wall where they stuck in the metal.

“An-Anakin m’ so sorry.” She sniffled under the intensity of everything I was doing.

“Look at you, pathetic.” I laughed at her tears as she tried to wipe them away.

“No. No leave them. Wanna see how sorry you are princess.”

I drew back my hand as she tilted her head back to moan loudly, taking the opportunity to slap the shit out of her just to hear her squeal.

“Je-Jesus. You liked that?” Her body shook and I felt a new gush of slick coat my cock.

She nodded fervently, eyes begging for more. So I gripped her throat at the base squeezing tightly and watching her eyes cross as I pinched her clit with the Force.

My hand drew back… and I suddenly had a wicked idea. Bringing my palm to my opposite shoulder preparing to give her the hardest back handed smack she’ll ever receive. As soon as my knuckles made contact with her cheek she produced a noise I’d never heard her make before, an animalistic groan that shot electricity straight to my dick.

“G-god damn.” I watched her body convulse under my touch, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, she came with a loud shriek that forced me to cover her mouth quickly.

“Y-you… oh fuck.” My teeth clicked together as I felt my resolve slipping. “Look at those pretty tears. Crying for me while you take my cock so well.”

I leaned down to lick the salty tears from her face, paying extra attention to her red hot cheek, soothing it with sloppy open mouthed kisses.

“God this cunt, this perfect little cunt.” My hips grinding against hers as I let the dam break feeling my cock twitch deep inside her. Babbling incoherent nonsense into her shoulder as I shuddered against her.

“Fuckin’ dream about it, god I’d fucking live in it if you’d let me.”

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Sunkiller Lullaby Part Four

Pairing: Darth Vader X Reader

Plot Summary: Your new guardian is revealed, and Lord Vader begins teaching you the ways of the Force. 

Warnings: Unburnt!Vader. Canon-divergent. Descriptions of an injury. Lowkey toxic relationship. Corruption. Reader is a former slave. Improper use of the Force probably. Distressing visions. Vader is his own warning. Tension. AFAB Reader, feminine pronouns and descriptions used. Vague feminine nudity described. Mild 18+ warning. 

Words: 6.4k

A/N: Hello everyone! It's finally here!! Thank you so much for all the support on this series, I appreciate each and every one of you, and I can’t wait to keep writing more for you! Please enjoy!

Eyes rolling in your head, you groan softly as you blink back into consciousness, sight and sound fading back in. As the fuzziness in your vision clears, the first thing your gaze locks onto are those horribly familiar blazing yellow eyes. 

Your eyes widen instantly, the feeling of him cradling you suddenly becoming scorching. You tense violently in his grasp, and you barely managed to stifle a startled gasp. 

“Easy, Princess.” your guardian soothes, a sanguine grin spread over his lips. 

You’re frozen at the sound of hearing his voice for the first time, the smooth, even cadence to it. 

Yet, you can’t help but correct him. 

“(Y/N).” You say quietly, but firmly. This situation is already awkward enough, you don’t think you can handle him confusing you for royalty, the idea making your head swim again. 

“(Y/N), then.” He replies coolly. “My mistake.” 

His eyes slice up to the top of your head, and you are suddenly made painfully aware of the fact you are still wearing the ruby circlet your Master had gifted you. Your heart thuds painfully in your chest, and your breaths come all too quickly.

The shocking fact that this mysterious man truly even exists is still hitting you like a thunderbolt. 

The sight of him exactly as you dreamed, the palpability of his touch, his scent, it’s all so overwhelming. 

You feel like the whole of your being is set aflame. 

Scrambling away from him as quickly as you can muster, you attempt to stand on shaken legs. He rises from kneeling as you do, placing a firm hand on your lower back to steady you. 

“Easy.” he soothes you again, the feeling of his touch so acute that you tense again. 

“You must be quite shaken.” He asserts. 

“Y-Yes.” you falter, shambling out of his grasp. 

It is only then that you realize your droid friend is in a frenzy, asking if you are alright.

 You muster a nod before plopping onto the edge of your bed and snatching the circlet off of your head, placing it on your bedside table. 

“I am bringing antihistamines and tea to help with the vertigo at once Milady, I insist!” the friendly droid declares while nodding fervently, before hastily leaving the room. 

As the droid leaves the two of you in tense silence, you hang your head in your hands and take deep breaths. Shock and dread pool together and mix in your gut, and paired with your lightheadedness it makes you nauseous. 

Calm down. You tell yourself. 

They were only dreams. It wasn’t as if he had been there too. It’s not the end of the world. Just a deep secret you will have to hide. 

You can do that right? You can hide your dream induced fascination? 

Sure you can. 

You have to. 

As you collect yourself, you can feel the weight of his gaze upon you. In the waking world, you squirm beneath it, the authenticity and the palpability of his existence still feeling surreal and therefore, uncomfortable. 

Your suite feels much smaller with his presence crowding it, the air thick with it, and the room suddenly feels claustrophobic. 

You look up at him with a cautious glance, swallowing dryly before your voice breaks the silence. 

“What is your name?” you ask your mysterious suitor quietly, your voice much breathier than you would have preferred. 

“My name is none of your concern.” He says matter-of-factly, simply standing by the door with his hands folded. 

“...Alright then.” You say, stunned for a moment by his shirking off of your question.

You let out an annoyed sigh through your nose, hanging your head back in your hands. 

Nothing makes any sense, and you are beginning to think that making sense of the situation is a task for another day. 

The smooth sound of his voice slices through the silence, and your gaze cuts up to meet his. 

“My apologies if my presence here upsets you, my Lady.” He says softly, dipping his head in respect as he speaks. For a split second, your chest tightens, your mind jumping to the conclusion that he must know. 

“I cannot imagine that you are often in the company of any Sith Lords beside Lord Vader.” he explains with a smile on the edge of his lips, and you release the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. 

You shake your head, clearing your throat softly. 

“You are correct. Lord Vader is the only Sith Lord I have ever met, but your presence is not a bother to me.” you say, your hesitant gaze flicking from him to the floor and back. “I am simply very, very tired.” you lie, picking at your nails idly. 

Well, it wasn’t a complete lie anyway. You were tired, exhausted even. 

He tips his head in understanding, a soft smile spreading across his lips. You’re struck by his smile, though if you’re honest, you’re struck by everything about him. 

He is exactly as you remember, and your heart strings pull uncomfortably tight in your chest. He stands across the room near the door, and you steal nervous glances at him every chance you get. 

He stands tall with his back to the wall, his posture disciplined, gloved hands folded in front of him. His golden hair falls in those same perfect, gleaming waves upon his shoulders, his lips plump and pursed in his observation, his aura murky and suffocating. His incandescent, fiery eyes scan the room, and you look away before your eyes can meet. 

Suddenly, his attention turns to the door and the friendly service droid enters as if on cue. It quickly comes over to you with a saucer and cup of tea in hand, along with two small capsules. 

“Here you are, Madam.” it says, placing the tea on your bedside table and handing you the capsules. 

“Please take the medicine at once, Milady, it will do wonders.” the droid insists, and you comply, tossing the capsules back with a swig of warm tea.

“Thank you, my friend.” you say to the droid with a terse smile. 

“Of course, Milady. If there should be anything else you require during the night, simply have your guardian send for me.” The droid says, a hint of worry in its voice. 

“Absolutely. If anything were to happen, you shall be the first to know.” you assure the droid with a gentle smile. 

“Very well, Madam. I shall leave you to rest then.” the kind droid says with a bow, before quietly leaving for the night. 

As you’re left in wretched silence with your new guardian, the ambient noise of the room seems deafening. The buzzing of the lighting, the quiet humming of the ship’s climate controls, even the sound of your own breathing is overwhelming as you zone out, staring into the patterns on the carpeting. 

You have the biting urge to run, to leave the room that is filled with his drowning presence.

So you do, in the least conspicuous way possible. 

Slipping off of the silken sheets and keeping your gaze to the floor, you pace towards the washing room for a bath. 

“What are you doing?” your mysterious guardian asks, the sound stopping you in your tracks. 

Closing your eyes and clenching your fists to steady yourself, you swallow hard before responding. 

“I’m going for a soak. I need one after today.” you state, valiantly attempting to hide your shaken nerves. 

“Then I shall assist you.” he asserts smoothly, and you can hear heavy footsteps approaching, his energy closing in. 

Your eyes snap open, and you instantly feel your cheeks go hot.

He can’t be serious. 

“That won’t be necess-” you stammer out before he cuts you off. 

“You just fainted and you are injured. It is absolutely necessary.” He insists, and you can feel his menacing shadow just behind you, the hairs on your neck standing on end. 

“It is not necessary. I do not need someone watching me bathe as if I were a child.” you hiss through gritted teeth, your hands now trembling from the build up of nerves. You try to leave the conversation at that, quickly pacing towards the entrance of the washroom. 

Before you can enter, he swiftly slips around you and blocks the doorway, leaning against the frame with a strong arm and towering over you. 

“Unfortunately it is necessary my Lady. If you were to faint again or somehow otherwise become hurt, Lord Vader will have my head.” he says, and as infuriating as it is you know it to be true. 

“And you think that would be my problem?” you spit, meeting his scorching gaze with a defiant glare. “That I should let you watch me bathe simply because of that? I think not.” 

He throws his head back and lets out an amused sigh, before meeting your icy gaze in a way that makes it melt. 

“If you take me for a degenerate, you are sadly mistaken, Milady. I would not even need to look.” he says, a smirk sliding across his lips as he watches your eyes go wide and the flush on your cheeks deepen. 

“A-And how is that?” you falter, your facade beginning to crumble. 

Letting out an amused huff and rolling his eyes, he lets his eyes fall shut. You watch in a mixture of wonder and confusion as he raises his right hand, flicking up a single finger. As he does, the lights in the washroom come to life. 

When he opens his eyes again, he gives a satisfied chuckle at your shocked expression. 

“Did you think Lord Vader was the only Sith Lord who is strong with the Force?” he laughs, and you’re struck, rooted to the spot knowing you have no counter arguments and no excuses; and you hate that fact. 

You had no idea he would be this frustrating in the real world. 

Knowing there’s nothing you can say to deter him, you let out an indignant huff and duck under his arm to enter the washroom. 

He follows behind with a chuckle, the door sliding shut behind him. You immediately begin throwing off your clothes in your frustration, and you’re surprised to find him facing the wall when you turn back around. 

Hmph. At least he respects what’s left of your dignity to some extent. 

With shaking hands you turn on the faucet for the tub, allowing it to fill with steaming water. You do your best to ignore the man in the corner and the dark effulgence of his aura that fills the room, finding it difficult with the clench of anxiety tightening in your chest. 

Despite the trembling in your bones and the rapid pace of your heartbeat, you slip into the tub, being careful to keep your bandages dry. The hot water is a shock to your skin, and you ease yourself into it. 

As your body adjusts to the temperature, you can feel the bone-deep exhaustion melting away. You begin to pour salts and aromatics into the tub, sinking deeper into relaxation with every inhale of the calming aroma. 

However, you aren’t completely off the edge of your anxiety. Every so often, your eyes flit over to the man standing in the corner; ensuring he’s still facing away from you, that he won’t suddenly move and try something. 

It’s hard to fully give in and relax, to fully trust in someone. 

Until recently, trust had been a concept entirely foreign, a word that held no meaning. In your past, trust had been little more than a promise of betrayal.

It’s hard to let that feeling go, as your hesitance and mistrust of others had become your shield so long ago. 

But things are different now. 

You aren’t there anymore, and you’re still grappling with that reality. 

Yet, no matter how many times you look up, he never moves an inch. He stands still as a statue, facing the corner, his hands idly folded behind his back. 

You wonder if the only thing keeping him to his word is the imminent threat of Lord Vader’s wrath. 

It also crosses your mind that you may be prematurely judging your guardian, and you wonder if he truly is anything like he was in your dreams. 

You remember the warmth and comfort he had brought you, the softness of his skin, the taste of his lips. 

Remembering it all makes you blush, and you sink deeper into the tub. 

Could all of it really just be a dream? 

It had to be, you guess, for there are no other explanations. 

Letting out a soft sigh through your nostrils, you busy yourself with washing up, hoping to rid your mind of all your itching questions and burning nerves. You grab a soft washcloth from the woven basket next to the tub, submerging it before pouring a dab of perfumed soap onto it. You get to work cleansing yourself of the muck and dust and dried blood left from being unconscious on the flight-deck, and all goes well until you begin to have to stretch to reach certain places. 

As you stretch your left arm out to cleanse your leg, you tense and let out a sharp, pained hiss, dropping the cloth and clutching your injured arm to your chest with the pain ringing through you. 

The sound of your guardian’s voice cuts through the silence as a knife. 

“Will you let me help you?” he asks, his voice soft, and low. 

You stare at his broad, turned back for a moment, caught off guard by his question. 

You take a moment to contemplate your answer, still clutching your aching arm to your chest. 

The question leaves you feeling vulnerable, and vulnerable is not something you are easily willing to be anymore. 

However, there’s something soft in the way he says it. 

Will you let me? 

It implies the help was always there, waiting, and it relieves you of the humiliating task of asking for it.

Then, the tremoring memory of your Master’s voice cuts through your mind with a pertinent reminder. 

Let go of your past, girl. 

The past is not your reality. 

What was is gone. 

Finally, you relent. You wish for nothing more than to feel clean, to absolve yourself of the day’s sins; and if this was how you achieved it, then so be it. 

“Fine.” you accept coldly, inevitably steeling your nerves against the possibility of a negative outcome. “You may help.” 

The man lets out a small huff, before becoming entirely silent and still once more. Watching in quiet curiosity, you observe the soaked cloth as it begins to levitate out of the water, ringing itself out. 

You flinch slightly at the sharp sound of the droplets hitting the surface of the water, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, your eyes switching between the cloth and the man in the corner. 

He stands still, his hands folded resolutely behind his back, his head hanging and eyes shut. 

“I’m going to begin now. Alright?” he asks, his voice quiet. 

“A-Alright.” you mimic back to him, your voice trembling. You curse yourself for being so easily shaken by something that shouldn’t be such a big ordeal. 

The washcloth connects with the skin of your right leg which you struggled to reach, and it takes everything in your being not to flinch. Even with indirect contact, you feel his electrifying energy equally as intensely. 

The cloth slides slowly over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He cleanses your lower legs and lower parts of your thighs thoroughly and gently, careful to avoid any sensitive areas. As you become accustomed to the sensation, you relax marginally. 

The cloth slides up your leg, traveling over the curve of your hip and pausing at the side of your abdomen just before your ribs. 

Your guardian peers over his shoulder, however his eyes remain shut, keeping his promise. Realizing he is once again asking your permission, you lean back in the tub and allow him to continue. 

Your cheeks heat as the cloth slides sensuously over the tender flesh of your ribs, over the soft skin just beneath your breasts. It sends a shiver down your spine, the mixed sensations of the soft cloth, the warm water, his radiant energy. 

Letting out a tempered sigh, you finally allow yourself to relax, laying your head back and letting yourself enjoy the simple pleasure of having someone doting on you. Each swirl of the warm cloth against your skin serves to relax you more and more, until everything else melts away but the pleasant sensations and the sound of your own breathing. 

Eventually, the cloth slides softly up the valley in the middle of your chest, gliding up over your collar bone, and you flush as it stops abruptly. 

Your heart thumps against your ribcage, waiting for your guardian to ask to continue. 

But the question never comes. 

You almost wish it did. 

Feeling a vague sense of disappointment, you finish up the job yourself before allowing the tub to drain. You carefully raise yourself up out of the tub and slip on a towel, your guardian still silently awaiting any signs of distress. You clear your throat awkwardly, and he peers over his shoulder, his eyes open this time. 

“Finished?” he asks, a soft smile on his lips. 

“Quite.” you answer quietly, exiting the washroom with your mysterious suitor following close behind. 

You slip into an exceptionally comfortable looking set of red silken sleep robes, only allowing your towel to drop once your valuables are covered. The energy in the room is slightly tense as you slip into your bed, your guardian seating himself in the plush armchair that sits against the wall across from your bed. 

It's still so strange. Everything is. It’s too much to think about. 

His strangling presence doesn’t leave you the room to question the reality of him being here, your only option is to accept it. 

The day in its entirety has been too much too quickly, and all you want to do now is slip into escapism. 

So, you pick up one of the ancient tomes of knowledge from your bedside table, tucking into and becoming lost in tales of the Sith. 

Your midnight guardian watches all the while, and eventually the tense silence settles into something more comfortable. 

After a while, you finally lose the fight with sleep, the ancient omnibus still in your relaxed hand. Darth Vader still watches from his seat, silently observing the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the gentle fluttering of your beauteous lashes as you dream.

All the while, he feels the foreign beating of his own heart. 

He is pleased with himself. You recognized him alright, but silly girl, you still didn’t know.

Although he had not planned on becoming your night watchman, he would do anything to unravel the mystery coiled up and hidden within you, anything to keep you safe. 

And he refused to back down now.

Rising from his seat, he carefully takes the book from your fingertips, placing it on your bedside table. He pulls the covers over you, taking a moment just to look upon you, his chest tightening in a way that he tries to ignore before resuming his position. 

Bare feet padding quietly through the misty, lush green forest that surrounds you, rain-soaked leaves squish softly beneath them. There is a dense fog that flows between the trees, sticking to your skin and clinging to your clothes. 

It is almost peaceful, with the sounds of nature surrounding you and the gentle breeze blowing through your hair, but you can sense a presence hidden deep within the forest of this dreamland that leaves you on edge. 

You walk for what seems like hours, twisting and turning deeper and deeper into the seemingly endless expanse of trees. You look over your shoulder every now and then, expecting an attack that never comes. 

All the while, you can hear the subtle, unmistakable sibilance of Lord Vader’s breathing through the trees, somewhere off in the distance. Like a moth to a flame you follow it, but no matter how long or how far you walk, you are never able to reach him. 

The next morning, you stretch and rub your eyes before a sharp pain brings all the memories flooding back. You carefully sit up, using your uninjured arm to prop yourself up. You look around the room, illuminated by the rays of a passing sun, and you are surprised to find it empty. 

Without the grand, thunderous energy of your mysterious guardian filling it, the room feels almost too empty, too quiet. 

You give a gentle sigh, sliding out of bed. You walk a bit more stiffly today, small aches here and there littering your body. Slipping out of your sleepwear, you toss them into the laundry chute located on the wall by the washroom door. 

You pace over to your vanity mirror, eyes immediately falling upon the wide, deep bruise painted upon the greater portion of your chest and upper arm. Hesitantly, you slip cautious fingers beneath the gauzy bandages interwoven between your chest and upper arm, taking  your first peek at your injury. 

Hissing as the bandage peels away from the skin, you wince at the sight of the angry, red skin of the burn, and you hate to imagine the kind of scar it will leave. 

You replace your bandaging, dressing yourself in loose, flowing robes in an effort to maximize your comfort. The most you do to your hair is comb through it and fix any stray pieces, unwilling to put any more effort into it. 

It is then that a familiar rapping sounds at your chamber door, and for the first time today your spirits are lifted. 

“Come in!” you call out, and your droid friend enters. 

“Good morning, Madam! Are you feeling alright this morning?” The kind service droid greets you. 

You shrug and nod, smiling lightly at the droid. 

“As alright as one can after being shot, I suppose.” you answer, a hint of playful sarcasm in your tone.

“That will have to do, I suppose. Are you ready for your breakfast, Milady?” the droid asks, and you nod, seating yourself at your table. The droid nods its acknowledgement, serving you a meal consisting of brightly coloured exotic berries and fruits, buttered toasts, and sweet, tangy yogurts.

You eat slowly, savoring every bite and taking your time to replenish yourself. 

To your surprise, your droid friend has no announcements, no agenda for you today. 

“Lord Vader has ordered you to take the day to do as you please, Milady.” the droid explains. “To rest, he said.” 

“Does Lord Vader have any obligations today?” you ask, quirking up a surprised eyebrow. 

“None, Milady.” the droid replies. 

You shrug idly, standing from your place at the table. 

“Then I shall join him.” you state, and the droid nods, seeming vaguely surprised with you. 

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

Injured or not, spending the entire day languishing in your chamber would bore you to death. 

The droid dutifully leads you to Lord Vader’s private quarters, entering the combination into the keypad and giving you a respectful bow in parting. You nod a goodbye back to your companion before entering, and it dawns on you as you cross the threshold that you are not afraid. 

Of course, goosebumps still frost over the back of your neck as you approach, but the churning dread you’ve felt every other time has washed away. 

As if you had been testing the frigid waters of Vader’s aura, and you had finally become acclimated to the bone-chilling temperature. 

Entering the room fully, your eyes immediately land upon your Master. He is seated at his work desk, his dark cloak draping over the backrest of his chair. His massive form is leaned over, and as you approach you can see that he is toiling over the machinery of his right hand. You take the sight in for a moment, having had no idea that his hand was cybernetic in the first place. 

“Morning, my pet.” he says, acknowledging your presence without ever looking at you. 

The new term of endearment isn’t lost on you, your cheeks heating ever so lightly,  although you do not acknowledge it. 

“Morning, my Lord.” you reply, watching as he fumbles with one large hand to try and repair the other. His glove is limiting his dexterity, and you can’t imagine that the visibility through the visor of the helmet is helping. Feeling his frustrations rippling around him, you pull up a chair, sitting next to him and earning a curious glower. 

“May I try?” you offer, and that gets his attention. He gives you an appraising look for a moment, before setting his tool down and laying his thick arm upon the table, the sleek biomechanics of his palm facing up. 

You take his large hand in yours, inspecting it closely as Vader tenses ever so slightly. You examine the mechanisms of his hand, marveling at the advanced technology. It is cool to the touch, shining beneath the white lighting. 

Despite it obviously being some of the Empire’s most advanced machinery, you believe you can see the problem. 

Vader watches you intently the entire time, his gaze burning through you, his body unmoving. 

Using a delicate hand, you adjust a couple sensors and tighten a few connections as your heart flutters in your chest under his close observation, the feeling of holding his hand in yours making your fingertips buzz like static. 

“Where did you learn such skills?” The Sith Lord asks, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice. 

“If someone with my background wants to survive, they must learn to be proficient at many jobs, my Lord.” you answer honestly with a soft smile, securing the protective covering back over your Master’s prosthesis. He says nothing in response, flexing and clenching his fingers, watching them with silent approval. 

You can sense that he is pleased with your work, and you feel moderately proud of yourself. 

Vader takes a long look at you, pulling his thick glove back over his hand, the leather giving a quiet squeal as it stretches, the expression of his helmet as unmoving and stern as it ever is. 

The more time you spend with him, the more you learn to rely on reading his body language to decode his thoughts and emotional state. Like right now, the way he sits silently next to you, his breathing quieted. The way he keeps stretching his fingers out and clenching them again. You had gained a bit of his interest, perhaps even surprised him. 

It’s his turn to surprise you then as he stands abruptly, his cloak swishing behind him and brushing over your legs with a cool gust of air. 

“Come.” Lord Vader commands. “There is something I want to show you.” 

You blink at him for a second, before rising and obediently following your Master.

He leads you out of his quarters and into an adjacent room in the corridor. 

It’s capacious, dimly lit, and almost entirely empty save for a huge apparatus across the room the likes of which you’ve never seen. It is rounded at the top and bottom, like a great dragon’s egg, cracked and held open on either end. 

You come to understand that it is some sort of chamber, meant to entirely enclose somebody within. Claustrophobia hits your gut with a torrent of nausea at the thought, and you jolt slightly at the feeling of a wide hand on the small of your back. 

“Fear not, pet. I will not force you to go in there today.” Lord Vader says, his tone almost teasing as he reassures you. You can feel your cheeks heating up, a rush of relief washing over you as he ushers you to sit.

Brows pinching in confusion, you watch as Lord Vader strides a few feet away, sitting on the slick, shining tile and facing you. 

You are really at a loss this time, there is no guessing what your Master has planned and you are becoming tired of constantly asking why or how, a dull acceptance beginning to settle in your bones. 

“I would like you to try something for me.” He explains, and your throat bobs in anticipation of what your Master will say next. 

“As you wish, Master.” you respond, knowing there is no other choice but compliance. At the same time, you can feel yourself becoming more resigned to Lord Vader’s will, more trusting of the things he has planned for you.

A dangerous game it is, making the devil your most trusted friend. 

“You are going to meditate. Try to connect to the Force.” Lord Vader commands, his dark voice echoing all around the sparsely decorated room. His words only serve to confuse you further, cocking your head as you respond. 

“But I cannot use the Force, my Lord.” you say as if reminding him. “I do not know how.” If you were quite honest, you had no idea that using the Force was even an option for someone like you, and the idea takes you aback. 

“Perhaps that is what you think. But I will show you the way.” He replies, and you blush ever so slightly. 

Your mind is in a frenzy for a moment as you process the implications of this. 

That it was possible for you to learn the ways of the Force. 

That with the Force, came the promise of power. 

You feel as if the two of you are opening the doorway to everything you’ve been hunting for your entire life. 

Lord Vader watches you closely, feeling a measure of satisfaction as he watches your body tense and your eyes widen, as he feels the grasping, desperate energy simmering within you. 

He is throwing you the bait, all you must do is take it. 

He needs to know if you are as powerful as he suspects, needs to unravel the mystery tangled up within you, to find the source of the invisible threads of fate that bound him to you. 

If he is correct about you… you may be the long awaited key to unlocking the peace and freedom he has spent his entire life attempting to actualize, and he feels an irksome twinge of hope at the idea. 

“Close your eyes.” Lord Vader commands. 

Looking at your Master with a curious eye, you oblige his demands. You slip your eyes shut, taking in a deep breath through your nose and relaxing your shoulders. 

“Good.” Vader praises you. “Now breathe.” 

Shifting slightly, you take in a deep breath and let it out at a measured pace. 

“Feel the air rushing into your lungs, the oxygen flowing through your body.” Lord Vader instructs, and you obey. You feel the air as it fills your lungs, the emptiness as it leaves them. You feel the steady beating of your heart, the interconnectedness of your entire being as it works. As you focus, your body becomes more relaxed, your hands resting palm side up over your crossed knees. 

“Can you feel it?” your Master asks, the sibilance of his voice and his breathing and the electrical hum of the chamber serving as exquisite white noise. “The energy that passes through you, that surrounds you?” he asks. 

Relaxing into the buzzing energy that soaks into you, that moves through your very veins as your own flesh and blood, you give a slow affirmative nod. 

“Good…young one.” He says, and it’s becoming harder to focus on him. 

“Reach out into it.” Lord Vader coaches you. “Open your mind.” 

Breathing deeply, your lips part slightly as you focus upon the effervescent energy that fills the room, swirling around the two of you and moving through you. Fingertips tingling, you let go of your skepticism. You breathe deeply, slowly, feeling the clouds in your mind clearing. It feels as though a great weight is lifted from your shoulders, and you begin to envision a door within your mind, misty shadows swirling out from the gap beneath the door. 

“Open it.” Vader says, his unmistakable voice sounding a million miles away. 

You reach out to the metaphysical door, the handle cold against your palm as you turn it. 

All the while, Lord Vader watches with bated breath. 

Opening the door within your mind, you feel the lurch in your gut as you fall off the precipice. The air is nearly taken from you as a torrential downpour of the energy floods in, tumbling and plummeting in your mind's eye; your entire body erupting in frigid goosebumps. Suddenly, it feels like your whole being has been flipped on its axis, the swaying sensation nearly sickening. 

Still you push through it, exploring through the ephemeral, glowing energy of the spiritual plane. You see yourself standing in an endless line of versions of yourself, stretching as far as the eye can see in either direction. 

Heart thumping with trepidation, you outstretch a hand to the turned back of yourself, fingertips nearly burning. Before your fingertips can connect with the soft fabric of your own robes, you’re plunged back into the depths, dragged under the waves within your mind. 

You sink into the icy waters, feeling as it carries you deeper, the waves cradling you. 

When you fall through the treacherous ocean to the other side, you’re presented with the chilling image of yourself in chains. She is thin and exhausted, dark circles under her eyes and her skin rubbed raw where she is bound to the floor by wrought iron. Chills running through your bones and your blood running cold, you watch in horror as you are ripped apart. You watch yourself torn apart in agonizingly lurid detail, rooted to the floor, you can feel a fine sheen of sweat forming upon your worried brow. 

All the while, the sharp frisson of the Force surges within and around you in tidal waves. Stunned, you watch an alluring, monstrous version of yourself materialize from the inky depths of the ether. She reaches with shadow-stained fingertips to gather the pieces of herself, a blithe expression painted over her features. She carefully fits the pieces of herself back together, soldering her very soul back together with gold. 

When she is finished, and the ruined version of herself glows with her golden cracks, she tenderly gathers her in her arms. She holds the broken girl until she melts into her touch, and they meld together to become one. 

She turns to look at you, and goosebumps ice over your skin as you see that her eyes are gleaming yellow fire as they fall upon you. You watch with a haunted expression as she reaches out a hand to you, your heart beating at a dizzying pace. 

Come back to me. 

You hear the echoing whisper all around you, though her lips do not move. 

Come back to me. 

The void calls again. 

Cautiously, you reach out your hand, your eyes locked upon your own reflected back at you in a glowing inferno. A blissful smile slides across her lips as you brush your fingertips, the sensation like that of touching a livewire. 

In an instant as you make contact, you’re shocked by both the buzzing in your fingertips and the feeling of being plunged back into the icy waves of the Force. 

The current is tumultuous, untamed, washing over you and dragging you under. As the chill seeps through you and you sputter and choke, the echo comes again. 

Come back. 

Come to me. 

It whispers, the energy swirling warmly around you and enveloping you in its grace, pulling you back to the surface of the waves. 

Come back. 

It whispers a last time, and as you settle back into your body, the sounds of the room fade back in. The humming of the dim lights, of the electronics, the steady thrum of your own heartbeat. The hissing ebb and flow of Vader’s breathing, close to your ear. 

“Come back to me, pet.” he whispers, his modulated voice uncharacteristically gentle as he coaches you. The feeling of your own body comes back in, and you can feel the heavy sensation of your Master’s strong arms wrapped over your shoulders. You realize he has pulled you into his arms, kneeling behind you, his head dipped toward your ear, pulling you back to earth. 

It almost feels… nice. 

Opening your eyes, your nerves tense and your heart flutters as you turn to look at Lord Vader. 

“You have done well, young one.” he says, his deep voice reverberating through you. His arms that drape over you are warm, and strong, grounding you within your own body. 

For that, you are thankful. 

Your mind and body swim from your breakthrough, your eyes and limbs heavy and your synapses fried from the effort. There’s so much more you can sense, so much more that you are acutely aware of, and it’s an attack on your senses. 

Sensing this, Lord Vader gathers you in his arms and stands with you. 

“There is so much potential in you, (Y/N).” he says quietly, almost as if he is only saying it for himself to hear. 

Your energy is so spent, your body so tired, and as Lord Vader carries you back into his chamber, something dawns upon you. 

For the first time, being in your Master’s arms, being so close, it feels safe. 

A dark shadow of warmth radiates off of him, and it feels as if you are exactly where you are supposed to be. 

For the first time, you let your walls down, even if just for a little while. 

You relax into his strong arms, letting him shoulder the weight of your exhaustion. Leaning your face into the sleek, cool armor of his chestplate, you breathe in his scent and let the steady sound of his breathing wash everything else away. 

Entering his private chamber with the door sliding shut behind him, Lord Vader paces to one of the long white couches against the wall and carefully lays you down. 

He stands over you, a newfound sense of his darkly possessive energy running through you. 

“You have made me proud, my pet.” he tells you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face and setting your body alight with the gesture. 

“Rest now, there is much to plan.” 

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n/a: I wasn't planning on going back and making this a series but I started writing on wattpad and I will post the chapters there in my language, if anyone likes it I can leave it here too on tumblr, so let's go!

chapter two

Vader looks unsure.

- What it was? You do not want me? -you ask, feeling your heart tighten with insecurity.

Darth Vader leaned towards you, his lips almost touching his. With eyes full of confusion he takes your hand.

- Oh, darling - he whispers - Why would you think that? Of course, I want you.

- You know, we never did anything. And I had to ask to kiss you - you remind him. - And you also know... - he takes a deeper breath - sometimes I still remember her.

- I understand. But I'm a different person, I also want you to love me and remember me for who I am!

- I know, and I wanted to love you so much. But it is hard. I have always loved Padmé. I can't get her out of my head. But I value you, and you are important to me. Understand that I don't see you as a second option. I just... I don't know how to describe what it's like.

He concludes sad and discouraged, knowing that that wasn't the best answer ever. But it was what he could give you at the moment. And you accepted it, because you knew you already had a lot. He never trusted any living being again after the tragedies that happened years ago in his life, you couldn't even tell if he trusted you. Vader was a mystery. A mystery that had been waiting for more than a minute for an answer from him, which never came.

- I swear, I will try - Vader says in his deep voice - Can you kiss me?

You feel sad knowing that Vader doesn't love you in the same way. But as always, you do as he asks. Time seems to pass slowly as he approaches. You hold his face with your hands, caressing his marks.

- I'm here to give all the necessary kisses - you say and join your lips to his, unable to control some tears that fall and mix, leaving the kiss salty. You think about how good it would be if those tears were magic and made him forget everything, all the pain and just love you.

- Do something with me...something you've never done with her - You whisper.

His face lights up for a brief moment and he seems for a moment to have lost the posture of a Lord, becoming embarrassed.

- H-What do you mean, wife? - He breathes nervously - What could I do?

- Anything! You answer him with an innocent smile, and he feels even more embarrassed for having thought about something sexual. Vader takes one of his gloved hands to your head and caresses you lightly.

- I can do anything - He says - And I know I can't give you everything at the moment, but with time I will do everything. I have to be honest, I'm not going to give you the same experiences, because I'm not going to be Anakin Skywalker, I'm going to be Darth Vader.

He's without his mask and you can see his expression full of pain and sadness. His yellow eyes, the color of a Sith's eyes. You dreamed of seeing Anakin Skywalker's blue eyes, but also Darth Vader's. And he didn't care if no one else understood, how could they love him. You didn't care if the whole world was against him, because for you there was nothing else other than him.

- Hey - You remind him - I love you, and all sides of you, Anakin, Darth Vader...

- Please... - He closes his eyes and becomes serious walking away from you - Anakin is dead!

You don't want to make him nervous, so you just decide to get back to the main topic.

- I thought of something now... It may seem silly, but can we hold hands?

- Yes, my wife.

Vader seems a little reluctant, they've never been one to show affection. But even so, he walks towards you slowly, leaving you a little embarrassed but happy. The Lord leaves the room where he was with you, starting to walk through the corridors of Mustafar's castle. The areas are dark and cold. You pass through several gates with Stormtroopers on guard, and several Imperials who don't even dare to look at you.

- Where are you taking me? - You ask curiously.

- Wherever you want - He says with his voice modulated because of the helmet he put on again, but even so you can feel his affection.

He continued holding your hand during the walk through the corridors. You can hear footsteps echoing through the castle, and every now and then a Stormtrooper or Imperial officer looks over at you.

- I have an empire to command. But I can have a walk hand in hand. We have nothing to do now but keep walking.

You smile and laugh happily, moved by his words. Of course he was lying and had a lot of things to do, but he still left everything to walk hand in hand with you for five minutes.

- I wish I could do this all the time - you speak quietly, almost in your thoughts.

- If I could, I would do it every day too. Who knows, maybe someday we'll be able to spend more time like this, for now this is the most I can offer.

- Lord Vader! Lord Vader! - One of the men from the empire appears from somewhere, panting - Sorry, but his presence is being required at a meeting of the Empire's command.

Vader lets go of his hand as soon as the man appears, because he doesn't want to appear fragile in front of too many people.

- Looks like you have to go.

- yes, unfortunately. I'll have to go - He says, sighing, and looks at you, wanting to give you one last kiss.

But he doesn't.

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His Heir pt. 40 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Hey guys... I am back. We're just not gonna talk about how my semester went there towards the end... Anyways, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!! Here is your present!!! The next part of His Heir!!

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“Oh. I knew I forgot to tell you something about the plans for today.” Dasar said, upon seeing my shocked face. 

“What is he doing here?” I asked, voice shaking. I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or heartbroken to see him. 

“He’s here for you.” Was all he said. 

The boat was docked and Totin got off first. Maul stepped closer as I approached the side. He offered me his hand without a word and I took it. Dasar stood behind me as Maul helped me step over the small gap between the dock and the boat. It felt like the silence that surrounded our small group was going to kill me. 

“Well, Totin and I have a few things we need to check on.” Dasar said, breaking the silence. 

I looked at him with panic in my eyes. He took a dramatic deep breath to show me to breathe. I took a deep breath and nodded. 

“Have a good evening.” I said to them. 

“You as well,” Totin said before addressing Maul, “We’re glad you made it, Lord Maul.” 

Maul gave them a nod and we stood quietly watching them walk down the dock. Once they were gone Maul turned to me. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Fine.” I said quietly, I wasn’t snappy or short, it just felt like I had forgotten how to talk to him. 

“Words cannot begin to express how sorry I am, I fucked up.” He said looking at me with sadness in his eyes. 

“Yeah, you did, big time.” I couldn’t just forgive him, not this easily, “I can’t forgive you, not right now. I’ll be honest I could care less if you came to the wedding, what hurt the most was that you weren’t there for me and him when you promised you would be.” I said, placing a hand on my stomach as if to protect the baby from him. 

“I know, I cannot forgive myself for that either… I know I’ll have to earn back your trust. I know it won’t do much in terms of regaining your trust, but I am hoping it will at least score me a few points… I had a picnic on the beach prepared for us.” 

“You’re lucky that I am practically always hungry.” I said, cracking a small smile. 

He smiled as well and offered me his arm, “We’ll let’s not keep you waiting then.” 

I took his arm and allowed him to lead me down the dock. True to his word, a picnic blanket had been set up for us with an array of food. Maul helped me take off my shoes before he did the same. Then he carefully helped me sit down on the blanket. 

“How did you have time to get all of this planned?” I asked, looking at how beautifully everything was set up, even down to the vase to put the bouquet of flowers into. 

“Totin played a big role in it. He helped me get the kitchens to prepare the food, and then he obviously arranged for the servants to bring everything down to the cove and set it all up.” 

I nodded along as he spoke. Even though he had help, it was still such a sweet gesture, especially when it came to the consideration of what food had been prepared. As I gazed over it all, it was all of my favorites and not a single piece of food that I had any sort of aversion to. 

“Would you like something to drink?” Maul asked, reaching into the basket beside him and pulling out an odd-shaped decanter filled with a sparkly, deep green liquid. 

“Is that Emerald wine?” I asked in shock. 

Emerald wine was extremely expensive because the fruit used to make was only found in a few places. I had never actually had any before, but I recall it being had at certain events on Mandalore. 

Maul nodded, “It is. This particular one is non-alcoholic. It’s completely safe for you to drink.” 

“Well, in that case, I would love some.” 

The decanter made a pop when he opened it making me jump slightly. 

“Sorry.” Maul said, handing me my drink. 

“It’s okay, I think me jumping scared him more, honestly.” I laughed as I took the glass from him. 

I swirled the liquid around in the glass, watching the green glitter swirl around creating a mesmerizing pattern. Once Maul had poured his own glass he held it out to me and cheered my glass before we both took a drink. 

“Oh, that is good.” I said. 

“Have you never had Emerald wine before?” He asked. 

I shook my head.

“Well, once he’s here, I’ll be sure to get us the best bottle of the real thing for you to try.” 

“I’ll hold you to that,” I said before taking another sip, “Now, what all do we have?” 

We ate and made easy conversation, it was nice. I was almost able to forget about all the turmoil he had caused a couple of days prior. Almost. But not quite. Maul must have noticed this. 

“Please don’t think I am trying to distract you from what I did to you.” He said. 

“I know you're not… it's just… it’s hard for me when someone I trust to be there for me lets me down. I was so used to being on my own as a child and having no real form of support from anyone that as an adult it takes me a long time to let people in and when I do, it means I truly trust them, and to be let down by someone that I have let in… it hurts, to put it plainly… I really don’t know how to describe what it feels like.” I said as tears began to form on my lower lash line. 

Maul dropped his head slightly, “I’m sorry, my dear.” 

“I know… I know…” 

Maul reached over hesitantly and when he saw I wasn’t going to retreat away from him, he grabbed my hand. We weren’t looking at one another, instead we were both fixed on the horizon. The two moons had risen and were casting a beautiful glow out across the water. 

I wasn’t sure how long we sat in silence but eventually, it began to feel like my eyes were barely staying open. 

“We should probably get going. Tomorrow is the start of all the fun festivities, it best to get a good night's sleep tonight.” I said. 

Maul agreed and stood before turning around and helping me stand up as well. 

“Do we need to bring this all back with us?” I asked referring to the platers, blanket, and basket that had been used. 

“No, Totin said that the servant droids will come to take care of it.” 

I nodded before we began making our way back up the beach. It was quite a long trek back to the palace and by the time we got there, I was completely exhausted. Maul escorted me to the room I had been staying in but stopped once we got to the door. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, clearly confused. 

“I wasn’t sure how you were going to respond to me showing up like I did. So, a separate room was prepared for me.” He explained. 

“Oh… well, can you have your stuff brought here? It’s a large room… and I would prefer to have you here… with me.” My voice was quiet as I made the request, I was still hurt, but that didn’t mean our whole relationship had to stop. 

“Of course I can.” He said with the faintest of smiles graced his face. 

He followed me in and took in the room. I dropped my shoes by the door since they were covered in sand and Maul slid his off next to mine. Despite how tired I was, I also felt quite gross. Between the salty air and the sand, I felt grimy and really wanted to wash up before climbing into bed. 

“I am going to take a shower… care to join?” I asked, already heading to the bathroom. 

“Of course.” Maul said, following not too far behind me. 

The shower was nice. I was able to get all the grittiness off of my body, and Maul had even begun to give me a light shoulder massage. 

“This feels great, Maul, but I need to get out and get off my feet. It feels like they are going to fall off.” I said, leaning back into him carefully so neither of us would lose our footing and slip. 

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder after dropping his hands from them, “I can continue on the bed if you want me to.” He offered quietly. 

I nodded as I reached over to shut the water off. Then I carefully stepped out and grabbed my towel. Once I was dried off I grabbed the silk robe that was on the hook and put it on. I used the large vanity mirror to make sure it was adjusted correctly over my belly before tying it shut. 

“I’m going to go sit for a bit before getting ready for bed.” I said to Maul, looking at him through the mirror. He nodded as he adjusted his towel around his lower hips. 

“I’ll be out shortly.” He said. 

I nodded and made my way over to the bed. I could the baby moving a lot which was odd considering how late it was. Of course, his sense of time was thrown slightly by travel and being on a new planet with a different rotation time than back home, but I didn’t think it would cause him to be this off. By this time of night, he has usually settled down. I sat down with a sigh, glad to be off my feet. Then I laid back and put my hands on top of my belly. 

“Ik'aad, why are you so active, hm? Do you have any idea how late it is?” 

He seemed to move even more in response to my voice, which I took as him telling me no, he didn’t know how late it was. 

“Well, it’s past midnight. You should be settled down for the evening.” 

I got a kick in response. 

“It doesn’t matter that we are on a small vacation, your buir would like to get some rest without you moving around like that in there.” 

“Are you getting onto the baby for being too active?” Maul asked, leaning against the open doorway to the bathroom. 

“Yes, I am. Come here. Feel how active he is!” I said, tilting my head to the side to look at him from the side of my belly. 

Maul pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over. I was still lying down on the bed with my legs hanging off from where I sat down originally. Once he was close enough I straightened back up from where I had leaned to the side to watch him walk over. Maul stood between my legs and put his hands on my stomach. 

“Wow…” He said after a moment, “What’s got him so riled up?” Maul asked with a small laugh. 

“I don’t know… I hope it’s not like fetal stress or anything… I know that can cause a sudden increase in movements…” 

“It’s not that, dear. If something was wrong the medical droids would have told you and wouldn’t have cleared you to go on the trip.” Maul said and I nodded, knowing he was probably right, “Maybe he can just tell that you’re happier than you were a day ago…” Maul suggested. 

“Perhaps. Or maybe he just knows you’re back and he’s excited to have both his parents back together.” 

“That would make two of us.” Maul said. 

I shook my head, “Three.” I corrected him, causing him to smile softly. 

“Would you like me to continue your massage?” He asked. 

“Raincheck? We have a lot to do tomorrow and the following days. I know I’ll need one in the coming days.” I said. 

Maul nodded, “Of course, dear. Anything you need in the next few days, please don’t hesitate to speak up. I know you’re going to be super involved with everything, so anything I can do to make your life easier, let me know.” 

“Okay, well you can start by helping me up and changing to go to sleep.” I said, holding my hand up to him. 

He carefully helped me sit up before walking over to the wardrobe that my clothes had been put into. He found one of his tunics that I had brought to sleep in as well as a pair of sweatpants that the servant droids had unpacked from his stuff while we showered. He brought them over to where I was still sitting. Once I was standing, he undid my robe and gently pulled it off my arms before tossing it on the bed. Then he slipped the tunic over my head and pulled it down over my belly, running his hands over it to smooth out the fabric. He quickly changed into his sweatpants before collecting his towel and my robe, but before he walked them back to the bathroom, he pressed a kiss to my forehead with the promise that he would be right back. 

While he was gone, I climbed into bed and got situated under the plush comforter. When he returned he shut off the lights and pulled the curtains closed that would shine too much sunlight into the room come morning. Then, he climbed in beside me. I turned to face him. There were a few beats of silence as I just took in his features, softly lit up by the full moons. 

“Thank you, for coming.” I whispered. 

“Of course, dear. I promise to never abandon you ever again, okay?” He said, finding my hand under the covers and giving it a squeeze. 

I nodded, “Please don’t.” I whispered as I scooted closer to snuggle up against him. 

He held me close as we both fell asleep fairly quickly knowing we had a big day ahead of us.

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Endgame Chapter 1 (Darth Vader x Reader)

I am princess of Ethereaan, successor to my parents, the king and queen, even though I was the youngest sibling. My older sister was born with several disabilities, enabling her to not be able to fulfill the role. That left only me to take her place, at the ready to lead a planet all on my own, since I hadn’t courted anyone yet.

“I can’t believe it’s already today,” I said.

“It’ll be great just do what you always do,” Skai encouraged, helping me slip on my dress as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I met her dark eyes, a smile appearing on both of our faces.

“Are you going with anyone?”

“Not as of right now no,” she sighed. “However, if a trooper were to ask me to dance, I’d say yes.”

“Sounds good to me,” I shrugged.

“Are you going with anyone, your highness?” her emphasis was purposed, alluding to my suitors.

“My father refused,” I said. “He wanted me to remain open minded, so the option of courting an imperial still remains.”

I shot Skai a nervous smile, as she gave me a knowing glance. It was clear the two of us agreed on how absurd it was, but still we were at a disagreement. I liked to take the high road, swallowing down the issue and making the most of it, while she preferred acknowledging it, and swindling her way out of it.

“It’s okay, if he believes that’s best then I will do as he says,” I reasoned.

“It would look good for Ethereaan, inner rim and all,” she added. “Especially with the event, you could really make a show out of this.”

“Still a little shocked,” I laughed once we finished up, going towards the door of my bedroom. “Empire Day is such a big deal.”

Empire Day was the anniversary of when the imperials resumed power and the chancellor transitioned to emperor. Every year an inner rim planet was chosen to have a ball for it, hosting hundreds of senators and high-ranking imperials in celebration. Speeches were given, parades planned beforehand, and fireworks at the end. My father and Palpatine were very close, due to Ethereaan’s trading in minerals and weaponry. It made sense that we were chosen for its third year.

Skai was quick to open the door, resuming her handmaiden personality in the process, as I fulfilled my own as princess. We headed over to the dining room to meet with the rest of my family, walking fast but not in a hurry. My posture was like a beam going down my back, as the ends of my dress fluttered naturally. It complemented the Ethereaanian colors well, those being blue and white with silver. The corridor was open, stain glass windows defining the walls while stone floors laid beneath our feet. The large room dawned quickly, my mother and father waiting at the end of the table, perking up when the doors opened.

“Good morning,” I smiled, greeting both.

“Good morning, sleep well?” mom asked.

“Mm, better than usual,” I answered while stretching. I paused, going over to see my sister before sitting down. “Good morning, Karai.”

‘Good morning sister,’ she said through sign language. Karai could hear but couldn’t form sentences, so we used sign language instead. She also couldn’t walk well, which is why we used a wheelchair when she needed to move.

I smiled, and softly squeezed her hand before finding a spot. Before me were blueberry pancakes, with Jawa juice and fruit, made by the palace chefs. I watched as the steam rolled off it, as one of the servants put it down. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him as my father stood up, almost at the same time I sat down. He was tall, the tallest person I had ever seen, standing at six four. When he stood up, it often meant his words were to be taken as high demand.

“There have been some recent updates to tonight’s event,” father spoke eloquently but serious. “We are to host a feast beforehand.”

“With whom?” I asked.

“Several high-ranking officers in the Empire,” my mother clarified, seeming uneasy.

“Is there something wrong with them?”

“Lord Vader will be in attendance; we are to escort him and the others personally to the ball.”

There was a moment of silence, my mom looking at my dad like they were telepathically speaking. Her body language was obviously tensed, his similar.

“Who called for this?” I wondered.

“Emperor Palpatine personally asked of it, since he cannot attend this year due to a personal emergency,” dad explained.

“Of course, I understand,” I said.

“Good, you must get ready right away, it is already later than usual,” mom advised. “Arrive at the gaming room, we shall entertain them while all the guests arrive.”

“I will see you then,” I waved to them, standing up as Skai shadowed me.

The moment the doors shut again, and I was out of the public eye, Skai dropped her mannerisms and drew her mouth agape. I watched her press her weight to it, like she wanted to make sure she wasn’t heard.

“Lord Vader?!” Skai whisper-shouted to me as we made our way back to my quarters. “I mean—I knew he was going to be there, but to dinner? Being escorted?”

“If the emperor wills it, we don’t have much of a choice,” I shrugged.

“He is referenced to as the Dark Lord (Y/N),” Skai’s voice was laced with fear. “If I mess one thing up, I could die.”

“So, evade him all you can, nothing will happen,” I assured.

Vader was Lord of the Sith, and Palpatine’s right hand. He was the most powerful force user in the galaxy, like a guard dog to the emperor. He could destroy a planet’s population with no question, he had destroyed many planet’s populations with no question. It was said that darkness followed everywhere he went, his attitude ruthless and unmerciful. It was do or die, and if you didn’t do something right, you died anyways. Everyone knew of his name and what it meant, and only the current rebellion went against it.

Once we got to my room several other handmaidens arrived, makeup, accessories, and outfits in hand. It would be several hours of prodding, but I didn’t mind, I knew it was for the best. I allowed them to get the upper hand, strategizing about the night in the process.

After showering, applying traditional Ethereaan makeup, putting on my dress made for the event, and styling my hair, I was complete. I tried to help as much as I could, but the handmaidens refused every time I raised a hand. The hours flew by naturally by conversation, the time quickly running out. All that was left now was to slip on a pair of heels. I needed to wear a pair that was significant and matched well, but were also easy to move in. There was no doubt I would be dancing tonight, and I knew I’d get blisters if I wasn’t careful.

“All done,” Skai sighed satisfactory.

“Thank you, all of you,” I said, standing and getting a feel for the shoes.

“Of course, milady,” they spoke synchronized, before quickly dismissing themselves.

I watched awkwardly as they left my room, before turning back to my friend and following. The gaming room was on the way to the large dining area, it was like a casino, with a vast number of activities inside. I visited it often when I was free, knowing how to entertain others being a part of my role. A side of me genuinely enjoyed it, often playing against the handmaidens or Skai specifically.

An assortment of lights decorated the place, Skai and I both looking around and taking it in. All the machines had their mechanisms. The Dejarik tables, better known as holochess, blinked in the back of the room. The Sabacc cards were littered around their designated surfaces. The arcade games lined the walls, an assortment of pinball machines taking most of the space. Finally, the pool tables caught my eye, sitting pre-prepared with all fifteen balls set in a triangular shape.

I walked over, picking a pool cue that fit my hand and motioning to hit the white cue ball. I hadn’t played in a while, but I decided it would do.

“I think someone is coming,” Skai told me, as other servants began to filter in. They were carrying drinks, ready to handout.

We both watched the door, and before either of us could spark another conversation it abruptly opened. There were two guards holding either side, and I saw my mother at the front of the crowd.

“You may entertain yourselves here as we await other guests,” she said, welcoming the several men behind her. “This is Grand Admiral Thrawn, Admiral Motti, Admiral Piett, Director Krennic, Admiral Yularen, and Grand Moff Tarkin,” the queen introduced. “Esteemed guests, this is your majesty, Princess (Y/N),” my mother then introduced myself.

“Pleased to meet you all,” I bowed my head obediently.

“We are still waiting on a few, so I shall leave you to it.”

I nodded my mom off, quickly going to personally introduce myself as she left. I shook all their hands, meeting their eyes and acknowledging them. The servants soon followed, offering light alcoholic beverages on a silver platter. I watched as the guards held the doors for several storm troopers as my mom transitioned out. They all silently lined the room, watching in case of emergency. There was always rumor of the rebellion, people trying to take shots at the Empire. Especially at an event like this, security was called for, although I wasn’t sure if anyone would have the gut to do anything with Lord Vader here.

“There is an assortment of games to choose from, I am going to play pool if anyone would like to join me?” I offered.

“I would be honored your majesty,” the odd one out said. He had blue skin, navy hair, and a white uniform.

Thrawn, I repeated his name in my mind as I walked over to the table. The rest followed, making conversation amongst themselves. It seemed they were more interested in watching than playing separately, which I didn’t mind at all. It would be easier to keep track of everyone that way, as more guests arrived.

“You may go first,” I ushered as he picked a pool cue from the rack.

“Thank you,” his smooth but deep voice gratified.

He leaned over the table, his hand outstretched so that the shaft of the stick laid between the thumb and pointer finger. Drawing it outwards, the tip bumped into the cue ball and against the triangle of colored ones. A stripped ball fell into the top left hole, meaning he could shoot again.

I stepped away from the table, allowing for the Chiss to move freely. He went to the right, attempting to hit another stripped ball into the top left. It was better he did so, since that meant he’d be two balls down. It was an easy shot, slipping in gently into the pouch. The admiral smiled victoriously, looking up at me with red eyes.

“Have you played this before?” Director Krennic asked after sipping on his drink. He held the champagne cup almost cockily.

“A few times as of recent, yourself, Director?” Thrawn rebutted.

“Yes,” he sounded amused. It was apparent that he was questionable of the Chiss and his species but wouldn’t openly admit it. “What about you, your highness?”

“Yes, I grew up learning an assortment of activities including this one,” I said, as Thrawn missed his third shot.

My gown flowed as I paced to the other side of the table and looked at my options. The balls were cluttered on one end, making it hard to take an open shot. It would be best to try and angel one to ricochet off the side and into another, not to mention, I had to avoid all colored balls and the eight ball in the process. I was now deep in thought, strategizing while in movement.

Looking at the ball I wanted to hit, I angled the shaft of the cue and bent over. Aiming for the ball, I hit the tip slightly harder than the Admiral, and watched it clash with the wall then the other ball. It slid into the top right corner easily, offering me a second chance.

“Impressive,” Thrawn mused, making me smile.

I lined myself up once more with another ball, a clear opening being made due to my previous shot. I sunk it in once, more tying my score with his. This made the others become more intrigued, quitting their conversation, and coming to watch the game. The setup was now difficult, as the only shot I could sink would most likely be my last. I did it anyways, pressing my hand down onto the tables fabric and practicing the movement. I hit the ball lower than previous, making it roll into the left middle pocket, the cue ball along with it.

I laughed, making the rest of the room join in comfortably, motioning for the Grand Admiral to take the ball. He could now position it wherever he wanted, looking to the bottom right pocket where his previous ball landed. His expression was calculated, like the war general he was. The game was close, too close for anyone to predict its outcome. Thrawn continued to slip the ball in and went for another hit, while an unfamiliar noise came from the hall.

All of the imperials turned, including the Chiss, several adjusting how they appeared. It sounded like a respirator, a methodical breathing sound that was almost rhythmic. I knew it was him.

The doors opened more rigidly this time, and there he stood, my parents behind him.

He was taller than my father, with broad shoulders that held up his cloak. His entire outfitting was black, with armor fitted over a tunic, and a belt meeting his waist where his lightsaber hung. The most prominent feature was his mask, slightly tinted red visors with a modulator at the front. You couldn’t tell whether he was looking at you or not because of it, and no one knew what he looked like underneath in the first place. 

I felt something cold run up my back, seeing the others also find a similar fate. It didn’t affect me though, still standing straight with my head facing the Sith. Everyone nodded their head, whispering a ‘my lord’ in harmony. The cold lingered, like it was sitting on my shoulders, wrapping around my figure.

“There are still a few more guests we must attend to,” my father clasped his hands. “We will return.”

“I missed my last shot, your majesty,” Thrawn said right after. I didn’t see it for myself, but I was at no disadvantage by it.

The crowd willingly turned back to the game, seemingly preferring to look at this than the dark lord. I noted that Skai had disappeared as I went back to playing, taking in the situation at hand.

The balls were now all spread across the surface, distanced enough that it was easy to take a shot anywhere. There were nine left, eight if you didn’t include the one you could hit.

The eight ball was guarding the top right pocket, while the cue ball currently sat between the right middle section. My best and only bet was trying to angle my shot so that it would hit the top wall and knock into the other with enough force. That way it would roll into the bottom left corner, since all the other shots were crowded with striped balls.

I needed to hit it hard, my hand placement carefully holding the shaft of the stick. This was my only option, I reminded myself, as I went to hit the cue ball.

“Why take that risk when there are several easier shots?” Grand Moff Tarkin asked.

“If I were to hit this one,” I pointed to the ball that stood by the top left corner. “I would make it, but then wouldn’t be able to hit another.”

“So, you are taking a risker shot instead, in hopes of gaining the lead,” he finished. “And you have trust in yourself that you can do it?”

“I do,” I said.

“Well go ahead then, I apologize for the interruption,” Tarkin ushered.

I nodded and smiled, bending down again to become leveled with the pool cue. I inhaled, getting a feel for the shaft again before exhaling and following through. The ball hit the wall, clashing with the other, and landing almost perfectly into the hole.

“Impressive,” Thrawn murmured.

I went to take another shot but before I could the doors behind us opened and we all shifted.

“It is time for dinner,” my father announced, a few more imperials behind him.

The guests began to follow the king and queen out, but not before I stopped Thrawn.

“I can take that if you like,” I waved my hand out, ushering for his pool cue.

“Thank you, your majesty,” he handed it to me softly, his hand grazing mine. “You are very talented.”

“Thank you, I enjoyed playing,” I admitted.

I put both cues’ away, before returning and noticing that the Chiss had waited for me. With a soft expression he waved for us to walk together, into the corridors of the palace. I couldn’t see the crowd ahead, due to Vader’s cape billowing in front of us as we left. We were all very close and compact though, and due to my knowledge of the layout it wasn’t an issue. I simply walked with my hands behind my back, as we made conversation.

“Your planet is beautiful, the best venue so far for this event.”

“I agree, I am glad we’ve been given the opportunity to do this,” I nodded.

“Do you explore the city often?” he asked.

“Yes, when I can I like to interact with it as much as possible,” I answered.

“Perhaps I will have to see it for myself.”

We stopped at a dead end, the entrance to the dining room now in front of us. I turned around, hearing a rolling sound, only to see my sister in her wheelchair, and Skai behind. Thrawn quickly noticed as well, bowing his head to her before entering the large room. It was magnificent, a long table with an uncountable number of chairs around it, and large chandelier overhead. Banners and windows decorated the walls, our family crest imprinted on most.

It was a known thing that Lord Vader didn’t sit or eat at events, so a chair wasn’t offered for him. Instead, nametags located each person to their seat, my parents sitting at the front of the table. Next to my father on the left side was my sister, then myself, then Grand Moff Tarkin. Grand Admiral Thrawn was next to my mother, the Director next to him, and a stream of admirals down both sides. We all pulled out our own seats, Karai sitting in her wheelchair close to the table. Lord Vader came to Tarkins side, standing behind the two of us. His shadow would have entirely covered me if the light wasn’t in front of us. I didn’t think much of it though, instead turning my attention to my sister as glasses of water were set down on the table.

“Are you excited?” I asked her, forming sign language with my hands.

‘Kind of, I hope the food is good,’ she answered.

“I’m sure it will be,” I answered, continuing to sign to her.

She didn’t enjoy large events like this, the crowds and lights often overstimulating her. She would most likely be at the ball for a bit in the beginning and then circle around the venue with Skai, where less people were.

“Can you speak fluently in sign?” Grand Moff Tarkin asked me.

“Yes, I chose to learn it at a young age,” I told him.

“Why?” he wondered. “I thought a child would not be motivated to take on such a tedious task.”

I noticed Vader turned his helmet, looking down at me as I spoke.

“I wanted to be able to communicate with my sister in a way that was convenient for her,” I said.

“Even though it was laborious for yourself?”

“I never found it laborious to begin with, I only thought about what it would do for her.”

“Your actions are commendable, Princess (Y/N), the emperor has spoken highly of you,” Tarkin commented.

“I am honored,” I thanked him.

My father made a toast before the food was served and soon enough, we were eating. I felt odd for most of the process, although I couldn’t place why. It was like someone was watching me, like something was resting on my shoulders, a comforting weight that felt protective. I thought it would leave once we made our way to the venue, but it never did, it just lingered.

The walk there was calming. After a long dinner and discussion, we were outside while the sun set, walking on the docks over to the ballroom. It was separated from the palace, but still on the lands where it was located, surrounded by the lakes. The sun set over us, while the trees shaded patches of the path we walked on. I was at the front of the crowd, walking with my sister and Skai while my parents spoke to Tarkin behind. It seemed everyone was still on edge due to the dark lord, Skai especially being unnerved, as he walked right behind her.

I looked at her as she held a death grip on my sister’s wheelchair, attempting to look as professional as possible. My face was like stone, remaining neutral without a hint of discontent. The only thing on my mind was the conversation behind me, my fathers authoritative voice being hard to block out.

“Do you plan to continue aiding the Empire in the future, and extending the contract?” Tarkin asked my father.

“Yes, we hope to.”

“Hoping and doing have two separate meanings,” a baritone voice replied, the sound of Lord Vader’s breathing stopping when it came. I knew it was him, for the first time this entire night, he had spoken.

“Of course, my lord, we will extend the contact when the time comes,” my father said, almost timidly.

The conversation was cut short at that moment, reaching the venue. You could hear the noise coming from inside, the sound of a live orchestra, and talking specifically. Hundreds of people stood, lights blaring as food was served by droids and music filled the ears of everyone passing. The doors opened and an uproar of cheers followed, welcoming the main hosts into the room.

The night went smoothly but rather quickly. I couldn’t count how many people I had spoken with, let alone had to dance with. That included Thrawn, who was the first to ask when he had the chance. I mostly traveled around, meeting people, and greeting anyone and everyone I saw. I hadn’t seen my parents much, but that was a natural consequence in this kind of arena.

The most prominent people were the storm troopers, who lined the entire space. They were clones, taken from the previous war and recommissioned after the republic fell. The way you could tell was their voice, all of them having the same accent when speaking. Skai thought they were cute; I knew she was around here somewhere. Occasionally I’d check to see if she was dancing with someone in the center, but it hadn’t seemed to happen yet.

This was one of those times, as I weaved through tables of congregating people and made my way to the dance floor. I looked at the duos of people slowly swaying with one another, hoping to point out her straight black hair in the crowd. She still seemed to have disappeared, but I didn’t mind it as long as she was fine. The time would come, and I would never let her live it down when it did.

I turned around, sighing almost defeatedly when I saw that someone had approached me. The people that were once close to me had spread out and turned their backs, the reason why standing dead in my tracks. I looked up, as a shadow towered over my figure. It was only now that I realized the weight on my shoulders never left.

“Your highness, I did not get to properly make an acquaintance with you earlier, I do apologize,” Lord Vader said.

“Oh, no worries my lord,” I replied.

“Have you had the opportunity to dance with anyone?” he asked. His voice was intimidating and commanding. Vader stoked fear in anyone he came near, the exact reason why the two of us weren’t near anyone else.

“Yes, it has been quite enjoyable to be able to,” I answered.

“I presume I may as well, princess?” Vader followed up.

“Of course.”

I was extremely surprised but tried not to think much. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, becoming quickly consumed by what was about to happen. Vader lent me his hand, bringing me to where the rest were. The song had changed, the orchestra shifting to a tune that sounded romantic but not distinct enough to name.

Dancing with Thrawn had been methodical, he was incredibly experienced at it, his footwork riding against my own. The rest also had their own special touches, and as the night went on it became apparent that they shared a common goal. But that was nothing like this, this was different. I was dancing with death, the dark lord of the Sith, the most powerful man in the galaxy. He could easily snap my neck if he wanted, and yet I reminded myself  he hadn’t.

The Sith’s hand was much larger than mine, his touch very strong but shockingly gentle. If I wanted to free myself, I wouldn’t be able to, but it was comfortable, not harsh. I thought it might squeeze me to death at first, but it was the pure opposite. Vader’s other hand slowly rested on the small of my waist, circling to my back. My hand sat on his breast armor, shoulder placement feeling unnatural due to height difference. His cloak covered the two of us, the front of my vision entirely corrupted by the man in black.

Finally, our other hands interlocked, mine once again becoming small in his. So far, it had been the same experience as the rest, up until I felt something creep up my back. It was that same cold wind, the weight on my shoulders spreading to my entire body, pulling me close to him. I unexpectedly wavered, what felt like a haze washing over my senses completely. It felt like something had invaded my mind, a feeling I had never experienced but was able to place. I blinked hard out of shock, assuming it would go away, but was surprised when dark tendrils came into my peripherals.

It was only for a moment, but relief came along with it. I looked around, everything was blocked out except for him. I couldn’t hear anything but the music, and Vader’s breathing.

“How?” I doubted myself, thinking I was going insane. I tried to let go of him to rub my eyes, but his grip was far too strong to attempt it.

“Do not resist,” Vader spoke. “Look at me, do not worry about anything else.”

It felt like my legs were moving on their own, and I hadn’t even realized I was still dancing until I looked up at him. It was the force, all of this, was him. I felt helplessly relaxed in his hold, protected beyond compare. It was like his presence was everywhere, all consuming and invading. This was not the same experience as the rest, it was better. I found myself entranced, and enjoying this, as the lights felt like they had dimmed.

Still a million thoughts ran through my mind, wondering why this was happening in the first place. He showed affection for no one, most thought if he was to marry it would be with another Sith if it was possible. They thought he was too powerful for anyone else, that he couldn’t love someone.

“Sith do not have to marry one another.”

My eyes widened up at him, realizing the rumor that he read minds was true. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable, wondering if the crowds also heard his words. Part of me wondered what the people would think of this in general, whether the Empire would point it out in the tabloids. I had no shame in dancing with him, but it could change my planet’s reputation forever.

“No one can hear this conversation but the two of us, this event will not be remembered by anyone if you do not wish for it,” the Sith read my mind for the second time, and I felt my face heat up.

“How is that possible?” I asked. I believed his words; my question was out of genuine curiosity.

“Search your feelings, your memories will remind you,” Vader ushered.

The conversation between Skai and I replayed in my mind. I knew, I just didn’t want to admit how powerful he truly was. I didn’t want to admit how much I was enjoying this. The fact that I condoned his merciless killing, and the fact I was in the arms of a man that could do horrific things without blinking an eye.  

“I didn’t know you enjoyed dancing,” I admitted, hoping to shift the conversation.

“I don’t.”

“We can stop,” I assured him almost naturally. “I don’t want this to bother you.”

“No, this does not apply,” the force kept me in place as he spoke.

“How so?”

“Because the reason you offered to stop, you differentiate from every single person in this vicinity.”

“I understand,” I maintained eye contact, swallowing almost nervously, because in truth I had no clue what he meant.

“Do you?” he asked me.

“I want to,” I said.

“You shall.”

The cold feeling that once laid on my back now felt warm, a tingly sensation in my mind that rested gently. The song ended, and we stayed together, the haze around me fading. Once I noticed, I was quick to take in my surroundings, easing back into the sound of chattering. My sights rested on a girl with long, straight black hair, and a tall man with blonde shaved hair and strong jawline.

She seemed to notice too, her eyes locking onto mine, and within and instant, Vader turned to see what shocked me so much. Skai looked owlish, holding onto a clone who had different armor than the rest. She looked me up and down, as I remained a neutral face, but a slight waver in my lips made it clear I agreed with her surprise. She had danced with the Storm Troopers captain, while I had danced with the lord of the Sith.

I watched as Skai looked up to meet Vader’s gaze and immediately looked away. She was terrified, but also flustered looking at the clone before her. He was handsome, not my type, but handsome.

I returned to Vader, having yet to be released from his grasp, his respirators sound being the most consistent thing of the night.

“Thank you, your highness,” he said, as if nothing happened.

“It was an honor, my lord,” I left in harmony with him, the two of us splitting.

I needed fresh air, to get away from the overwhelming lack of space amidst the crowd. I saw Skai leaving too, heading towards the opposite door that I was. I assumed she was returning to Karai, who most likely was outside. My heart rate picked up; I could feel it.

I hurried towards the outdoor corridor, swallowing harshly as I met the cold nights air. I needed something, anything to snap me out of whatever just happened. I was intrigued of all things, a part of me wondering if it would ever happen again. The sound of Vader’s breathing had disappeared in exchange for crickets chirping in by the tall grasses and the sound of the lake water moving about. All of it so harmonious and yet I couldn’t relax to it. I needed something new to latch onto, something that would stay constant.

It sounded like something pressurized hit a surface. I looked around, to see absolutely nothing different, and yet there was now a repetitive beeping sound ringing in my ears. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, forcing myself to create the pattern in my mind so that I would calm down. It was only when it began to speed up that I realized the severity of the situation.

My eyes wandered to the stain glass window as my hands held onto the rail behind me. I looked just a bit closer at it, to see a subtle blinking light on a small circular dome. It was only a moment later that the noise got too fast, and I saw the door at the end of the hall open, but there was no time to see who it was. The sound was so loud that it felt like my eardrums blocked it out, a fire of red and orange fumigating my senses as I tried to cover my face with one arm. It was a stupid move I decided, closing my eyes shut, only for them not to open.

FIRST CHAPTERRR its totally not like 5k words but wtv it only gets better from here.

NOTE: Karai's disabilities are based on my experiences IRL since I have family who struggles with it. Hope you enjoyed!

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[deadlynavigation]

Grovel

Warnings: none.

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“What the kriff was that?” You burst into the briefing room.

Darth Vader turns to you, his cloak whipping around with the movement. Though no one can hear it, he curses almost silently and braces himself.

“Everyone out.” The sith raises his voice. He cannot afford any witnesses.

The officers slowly cycle out, squishing between you and the doorframe as you refuse to move from your defensive stance in the middle of the action. Mumbles of “sorry” and “pardon” are directed towards you every so often, no one brave enough to ask a superior official to move from where they are destroying the entirety of Lord Vader’s confidence with an unwavering stare.

Once everyone is out, you slam the door shut, not breaking your gaze from where he is quite literally shaking in his suit.

Silence envelopes the room. Both wait for the other to speak in what has to be the most uncomfortable tension in the galaxy.

Not one breathing cycle passes before Vader starts to speak.

“My love, I apologize-”

You cut him off with a laugh. “You apologize. That’s cute, honey.”

Vader sighs. “I don’t know what you would have me do.” And he really doesn’t- he’s never screwed up this badly, and especially not on a mission that you orchestrated. He doesn’t know the protocol to calm you or even just apologize.

You tilt your head in interest. The gears start turning in your mind, thinking of the best way to pay your lover back for his abominable performance today, just as he has done many times before to you. It’s only fair.

“I’d have you get on your knees.” And you wait.

Vader closes his eyes briefly behind the mask before bending himself down to get on one knee. And for you, he would get on both, but the pain today is agonizing and would punish him greatly for pushing it.

Thankfully, you seem to understand, as a brief look of empathy flits across your face. Then the storm is back, clouding your eyes with rage.

“Now grovel.”

“Y/n-”

“Grovel.”

The silence returns, with you staring him down fiercely and him fighting everything that has been shoved at him by the Empire in order to fulfill your wishes. It takes one, two minutes of this back-and-forth before he finally comes up with the words, ready to lay them at your feet in hopes of forgiveness.

“My love. Y/n. I am sorry for my actions and am willing to do anything to make it up to you.”

You tilt your chin up as he speaks, eyes softening.

“My apologies are obviously not enough, so I offer you myself along with any other future opportunities. I can only hope that you take this with grace, even though I know fully well that I do not deserve even that.”

Maker, if anyone walked in and saw the great Darth Vader on his knee for an officer of your sort, begging for forgiveness, he’d get kicked off this ship.

You, however, don’t care in the slightest. So you let him kneel in the tense atmosphere for a minute more before gesturing for him to rise, signifying that his groveling did indeed work and he is free to go.

“That will do, I suppose.” You admit somewhat begrudgingly.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Vader strides over to where you stand, lowering his forehead to lean on yours. It’s not much, but it’s what he can offer, and you are perfectly content with that.

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[and-claudias-world]

His Heir pt 25 (Darth Maul x Pregnant! reader)

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Word count: 2172

Warnings: Angst (again, I'm sorry!!!!)

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The past handful of days, living with Maul had been pure bliss. Everything just seemed so perfect. Even Qi’ra had been decently pleasant this week. Everything was as it should be. Until now. I had woken up in a bad mood. I wasn't sure why but I did, and now every little thing was adding to it, especially the way Maul seemed to be ignoring me. He wasn't I was just being moody and jealous. 

The meeting with Rellen was stressing everyone out. Her father was one of the head sponsors of Crimson Dawn. He had recently, unexpectedly passed away, leaving her in charge. She was known for being over the top, very dramatic, and just spoiled by her daddy’s money. I just hoped she would have enough of a brain to continue on with what her father had already had in place. 

Maul had already left for the morning, leaving me to get ready alone. Another thing to add to my bad mood. When I got to his office everyone was waiting outside for us to head to the meeting room together. One of the advisors smiled at me and said that I look like I was “absolutely glowing today” and it rubbed me the wrong way. It felt like that was just something you say to pregnant women to make them feel better. Regardless, I said thank you and continued on to Maul’s office. When I opened the door Qi’ra was handing Maul her datapad to look at something, and she was standing a bit too close. 

“Good morning, darling.” Maul said with a smile, handing the datapad back.

“Am I interrupting?” I asked, a slight snark tone in my voice. 

“Not at all. Just finishing up a few things before the meeting.” Qi’ra said. 

She was being genuine and deep down I knew that but my mind was already set on being in a bad mood so I didn’t care. 

“Good.” I said, “Maul would you help me with my necklace?” I said walking over and handing it to him. 

“Of course.” He took it and carefully clasped it for me as Qi’ra stepped out. 

“Is everything alright? You seem upset.” He said gently. 

“I’m fine.” I said, but I knew he wouldn’t buy it. 

He looked at me knowing that I was lying. But before he could say anything his com buzzed. 

“Lord Maul, we are all set in the meeting room.” A droid’s voice sounded through the small device. 

“We can talk about this later< alright?” He asked, rubbing my upper arm and leaning over to give me a kiss. 

I only nodded as we walked out of the room. We all walked behind him as he lead the way to the meeting room. Rellen should be arriving anytime now. As we waited for her everyone just kind of mingled about making small talk. I busied myself with looking over my notes for the meeting. 

Finally, nearly half an hour later, she walked in. Her skin-tight burgundy dress hugged her perfectly, just like the dresses I used to wear before I was pregnant. And the way she swayed her hips walking towards Maul was about to send me over the edge. She knew what she was coming in here for, but what she didn't know was he belonged to me. 

Just as the thought crossed my mind I had to remind myself that he didn’t. We may not have a label on what we were but he sure as hell wasn’t single. 

"Lord Maul, it's such an honor to be here, in your presence." She said and curtsied causing me to roll my eyes. 

"Yes, I'm sure it is. Now if we can hurry along the formalities we’ve been waiting for your arrival for some time now seeing as you are late." Maul said.

"My apologizes." She said as she followed him across the room with Qi'ra right behind them. 

Maul took his seat at the head of the table, with Qi'ra and Rellen on either side of him, I went to take my seat next to her but she held the chair in with her foot. 

"Excuse me, this is where I am supposed to sit for the meeting, move your foot." I said as politely as I could. 

She looked me up and down in disgust before turning to Maul. 

"Lord Maul, I only speak with the top advisors. Could you please point them out so I know who to speak with? I do not wish to speak some low life, nor will I sit next to one." She said clearly hinting at me. 

"Well, Qi'ra is my right hand.” He nodded to Qi’ra, “And this lovely lady is," he held a hand out to motion to me, "Is my head advisor, Yn." 

In the split send she was in shock I ripped the chair back and took my seat. 

"How did she become your head advisor?" She asked. 

"I would love to answer that for you." I sassed. 

"Well, I was asking Lord Maul." She shot back. 

"Too bad, I am going to answer you. I have worked for Maul long before Crimson Dawn was what it is now. I was with him back on Mandalore, and I've watched him grow Crimson Dawn from the ground up. Hell, I even ran it for a decent amount of time. I earned this position by being loyal to him." 

"Then why aren't you his right hand?" She shot back. 

"He had other plans for me." I said. 

She glanced down at my stomach and smirked as she met my eyes once again, "Yeah as his little plaything, but now it appears that you're not as fun as you once were."

I rolled my eyes. It was clear that she didn’t keep up with what was going on in here. 

"I'll have you know that he asked me to carry his heir to Crimson Dawn." 

She turned back to Maul, "Lord Maul you do know there were others out there that would have willingly given you a much better heir than she ever could." 

"Perhaps that is true, but we have better things to discuss. So if we could get going with it." Maul growled. 

His word went straight through me. It was a knife through the heart.  For a split second, I have him an incredulous look. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Qi'ra give me a look of sympathy as she realized what he had just said. 

"You're right Lord Maul," I never used that title with him, "Qi'ra, why don't you take this one." I said sliding my datapad to her.

She didn't say a word just gave me a nod and picked up the device. 

"I thought you were supposed to lead this meeting." Maul said. 

"Well, I think Qi'ra should do it instead." I said. 

My tone was a bit more snappy than I meant for it to be but no one addressed it. 

For the rest of the meeting, I only spoke when I needed to and never directly to Maul. I couldn't even look at him right now. After everything I had done for him and everything I was currently doing for him, I mean I was literally having his baby, he had the audacity to say someone else could have given him a better heir. 

The moment the meeting was over I pushed back from the table and hurried off to my room, not Maul's quarters. I didn't want to be around anything that reminded me of him, which wasn't very effective seeing as his child was with me 24/7. I locked the door and crawled under the covers on the bed after slipping off my shoes. Though I hate to admit it I cried. 

After a few minutes, there was a knock on my door. I figured it was him so I didn't answer. 

"Yn, it's Qi'ra. May I come in?" Her voice surprised me. 

I slowly stood up from the bed. I checked my appearance only decide that I didn't care that I looked like shit before opening the door. 

"Why?" I asked. 

"Please, I know we haven't gotten along in the past but I felt the need to check on you. May I come in?" She asked. 

I stepped back into the room and nodded her in. She stepped passed me and I closed the door locking it once again, I didn't want him coming in. 

"If you want a drink, help yourself." I pointed over to the small bar in the corner. 

"Thank you, maybe in a moment." She looked around the room, "These are beautiful. I had heard about your paintings in the halls but I haven’t gotten to see them very often." 

"Thank you." I said awkwardly. 

"Why don't we sit for a moment." She said. 

We both took a seat on the loveseat. 

"What Lord Maul said today was out of line." She said. 

"You got a lot of balls saying that." I scoffed. 

"We both know it's the truth though, and if I could say it to anyone it would be you." She reasoned. 

I nodded, and despite my best efforts my eyes began to water as the emotions that I had felt when he first said it. 

"He's wrong. And I know I could get into... let's just say a lot of trouble, for saying that but he is. He doesn't know I came here, he thinks I went off to my quarters but I knew you'd be here. He doesn't know you're here either I don’t think. I believe he's under the impression that you weren't feeling well so you returned to rest in his quarters. You should try and talk to him, I don't think he realizes what he had said. But of course, do it on your own time. Or if you really want him to feel bad make him figure it out himself." She suggested with a smirk. 

I smiled at her, "Thank you Qi'ra." 

She nodded with a kind smile, "You're welcome. I figured with everything that is coming up for Crimson Dawn we might need to repair our rocky past. And this seemed like it might be our opportunity to start that process. I’m willing to put everything behind us. I can see now that you really don’t want my job." 

"I agree. And it’s about time." I joke slightly, returning the kind smile. 

"Well I should get going, I have a lot of work to do. I can see myself out." She said standing up. 

"Thank you Qi'ra." 

"Of course. If you ever just need to vent, I'm here if you need me. I mean we share an office, so I’m never too far away. Also, don't worry, I won't tell him you're here." She said before leaving, the door automatically locking once again. 

After she left there wasn't much to do in my quarters. I didn't want to do much anyways. So, I opted for watching a holofilm. 

Once that movie finished I wasted no time starting a second one. The loveseat wasn't the most common thing and I'd love to be sitting on the plush, lavish couch in Maul's quarters right now. At some point, I drifted off to sleep. The holoscreen was still on as well as the lamp beside the couch. 

I woke up sometime later now with a blanket draped over me, and everything turned off. Despite the darkness of the room, I could make out his figure on the opposite side of it. He had the chair away from my work desk and now sat in it, asleep with his arms crossed over his chest and head slumped forward. 

"Maul." I called his name and got no response. 

I grabbed one of the throw pillows and tossed it at him effectively waking him up. After he gained his surroundings he stood to turn on the lamp closest to him. 

"Yn, I was worried about you. I thought you weren't feeling well after the meeting so I went to check on you in my quarters but you weren't there. I began to fear the worse." He said. 

"Get out." I said sitting up more. 

He looked shocked. 

"Why? What have I done wrong?" 

"That's exactly it! You don't even know what you did which makes it all the worse. Just leave. You can come back when you realize what you've done wrong." I said standing up to lead him to the door. 

He was quiet and I knew what he was about to do, read my mind to find out but once again I blocked him. 

"Yn you can't block me out like that, what if something were to happen to you or the baby? I wouldn't know." He tried to reason as he walked to the door. 

He knew better than to argue with me, he always did. 

"Then I guess you better figure out what you did quickly." I said. 

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[casieyfran]

I just remember i have my own fanfiction that needs an update or badly need a revision or rewrite. But i'll just drop it here

Whatever it Takes

Pairing: Darth Vader/Padme Amidala

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary:

"Padme, you will be mine again. If the energy of this world are not enough. There are countless others" *** On which vader had succeed on ressurecting padme. At last. This time he will make sure she will always be by his side

A/N: This take place from the event in Vader Immortal: A Star Wars VR Series. Warning: english is not my first language and this is the first time i am  writing, especially a fanfic. So excuse my grammatical errors. Be a little patient with me. Peace ✌ ***

Its been 5 years after the birth of the empire. The same time anakin skywalker had died, and darth vader has been born in his place. 5 years living with nothing but pain, hatred, gried and suffering. 5 years since his wife had died. Taking all his light with her and then nothing else mattered. It doesn't matter how many times sidious inflected him pain, it wouldn't be match with his guilt and hatred from his failure. After everything he had done to save her, he still lose her in the end. He failed. Failed her. Broke his promise.

But that wont happen twice

He wont fail again.

He have 5 years to control his hatred. Learn the way of the darkside, everything he needs to know. Bid his time and let sidious continue his fantasy. he will kneel, bow his head, follow every order throw in his way and he will accept it like a good dog following his master. And it doesn't matter that he no longer have his dignity. He will do everything the sith lord wishes from him, let him enjoy thinking that he have a tight leash on vader. As long as sidious continue to have his uses, he can live in his fantasy as long as vader allows him to.

  Vader learn to be more patient and more powerful than every sith or jedi could ever dream of. He had built a castle on mustafar where every nightmare he had, taken place. Let him always be reminded of his failure, of how foolish anakin was. He wont be the same weak person. This time he will succeed of what anakin could had not.

After 5 years, at last vader finally have it. The bright star. It is an artifact said to be the source of living energy of the planet, Mustafar. On how it could grant vader an immortality. But he doesn't give a single care whether he will die or not. Less to be alive longer than everyone could possibly imagine. Immortality dont mean anything to him, death seems to doesn't want anything to do with him. He escaped death many times, even when he wishes for it. He is the bringer of death. Death did not scared him. No, he do not wish immortality, but he wishes one thing, and this artifact can grant him that. And no one can stop him.

When everything is complete and ready, he didn't waste any second. he held its cresent shape crystal in his hand and carefully place the bright star inside the middle of the Aeon Engine, that automatically powered it. He waited for a moment and then, he felt a vibration in the force before a bright energy burst into the top of its egg shaped, reaching the sky, and spreading across the world.

The energy around the planet, are being sucked dry and nurture inside the artifact. the planet are becoming more dead than before. He felt the toxic in the air and the temperature become hotter, the lava is unrest. It is all thanks to his accursed suit and hold to the force that he is still standing.

When everything is dying around him, a life will be born

And he will wait, will offer it anything. If its not enough he could simply look for more, there are thousands in the galaxy. It doesn't matter if a thousands of life pay for what he will do. They dont matter. Nothing else matter. But her.

Padme

He will do everything to accomplish anakin and corvax failed to do. He will bring her back. He will succeed. He will make sure of it. He will do everything. Everything!

Whatever it takes

He will

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[mirastark]

Overcoming Fears

Darth Vader x Reader

Chapter Ten

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After Vader heard about what happened with that one stormtrooper, it wasn’t long till almost the entire castle knew. Every single squadron of Stormtroopers feared Lord Mira more than Vader now, afraid of the same fate as the Mocker. Which was what they called the poor man.

Mira hadn’t been seen since the Storm Trooper ‘Explosion’, as she had been in her room, resting her leg. Mira knew the cuts and burns on her leg wasn’t heeling, and Terra had said the same thing when she had come to assist her.

That day you had to show Perseus where another unit was on the same floor as Lord Mira and Darth Vader’s quarters. You were around 6 floors down, but thank the maker for elevators. Is what Perseus always said.

The two of you took a step into the elevator, Perseus hit the button to the correct floor, being closer to the panel and the wall. He placed his heavy bag on the floor between the two of you, briefly fixing the collar of his uniform as the elevator began to move. You hadn’t gone but a floor up until it came to halt. The doors opened with a creak. Terra stepped in, glancing to you as she stood next to the wall farthest from you and Perseus. You glanced over to her, before looking back to the door as out of the corner of your eye you could see another figure entering the elevator. His heavy boots echoed as they hit the hollow floor. His breathing filled the small room. Vader stepped in beside you, glaring down to you through the dark lenses of his mask.

“What floor, My Lord?” Perseus asked, stepping back to the panel and looking up to Lord Vader. His mask tilted to him, looking to the panel.

“We will be heading to the same floor, Officer.” He replied, turning his head back forward. Perseus nodded, stepping back next to you. Vader was accompanying Terra to visit Lord Mira. She hadn’t been able to move around very well, and even now she was unable to even put pressure on her leg. She was a very powerful sith, yet even Vader would admit she was proud, but she was still human.

The doors shut once more. The elevator shifted as it moved once again. The four of you stood in an awkward silence, not even getting two floors up before the elevator jerked to a stop. It made you, Terra, and Perseus loose balance for a moment, without falling. Vader still stood stiffly, as if he had caused it.

“What was that?” Terra asked, glancing between you, Perseus, and Vader.

“The elevator has broken down.” Vader spoke.

“Well can’t you just lift us up with the force or something?” Terra snapped.

His head quickly turned, looking down to her.

“If I am to lift the elevator up, it will only break it further. Only a simple wire malfunction has occurred which must be fixed from the outside.” Vader snapped.

“So this isn’t your first time stuck in an elevator, is it My Lord?” Perseus joked, looking up to him. His helmet turned back to his direction, without a word. Perseus laughed awkwardly at his silence, looking to the wall.

“Another mechanic will fix the elevator from the outside.” Vader scoffed, looking back towards the door.

“And how long will that take?” You asked.

“I would know if I were the one fixing it. “ Vader snapped. The three of you could tell he was annoyed, and did not plan to anger him further.

You all sat in silence for almost 20 minutes till your legs began to ache, not having moved in a while. Your back was tempting you to slouch. You assumed Perseus and Terra felt the same, as Perseus was constantly switching the leg he leaned on. Not a moment later the Sith sighed looking over to you and Perseus. The two of you returned the gesture, starring up at the tall man.

“I believe we will be waiting a while more.” He spoke with a sigh, “The three of you may sit, if you wish.” He slightly glanced back toward Terra, who seemed more pleased than you did.

“Thank you, My Lord.” Perseus nodded, stepping back to the wall behind him and plopping down. He drug his bag towards him, leaning an elbow on it. You looked down to Perseus, glancing back up to the Sith before sitting down next to him. Vader stepped to the far corner, by the door, turning back towards the two of you as if making room for Terra. She stepped towards you, sitting one a foot or so away from you on the wall, placing her bag down with her also.

Only the sound of Vader’s respirator filled the small room. He stared at the wall above you, seemingly zoned out or in a daze. You glanced over to Perseus, then Terra, before looking back to Vader.

“You don’t need an invitation, but you may sit with us if you’d like, My Lord,” You spoke. “It does seem we will be here much longer…” You knew Vader could sit down if he wanted to, but he had to show some authority not by sitting with people of much lower rank than his. But it was still worth a try.

His helmet shifted down towards you. “I appreciate the offer, General, but we should be moving shortly…” Vader spoke. “Beyond that, the three of you will be accompanying Lord Mira and I to the Imperial Base and Medical Facility on Hoth in three days.”

A confused look fell on your faces. Why were we going to Hoth? It’s one of the coldest darn planets, and definitely the opposite of Mustafar.

“You all will have simple tasks while you are there,” he continued, ”So do not see this as a vacation. Officer Perseus, you will be fixing a Mechanical Problem the facility has had for years. General

L/N, you will be accompanying Officer Perseus overall, yet you do have one scheduled meeting with another General- He is supposed to help you to present- Useful… War Tactics.” His helmet tilted to the side as he looked to you in a mocking way.

Perseus quickly glanced between the two of you, hoping to know the story of your silent quarrel. He paused before continuing, “Terra, you have already heard of your assignments and our business on Hoth-“

You looked to the Sith for a moment, before quickly shifting your gaze to the floor. You noticed He hadn’t used a title when talking to Terra, even though he had with Perseus and you. It was odd. She didn’t have the title of General or even Officer, hers would simply be The Botanist, or just Botanist-

The creaking of metal interrupted your thoughts. Perseus looked to the ceiling and the wall, searching for the source of the noise. Suddenly the elevator shifted, moving upward once again. The abrupt jerk caused Perseus’ head to be banged into the wall behind him. You and Terra smiled as you held in your laughs. He lowed his head, reaching back to rub it.

You could hear a low scoff from Vader as he turned to the door. It slid open, to the right floor this time. Terra stood, taking her bag, following Vader down the hallway as he quickly fled the elevator as if nothing happened. You stood up after her stepping to hold the door. Perseus rose, throwing his bag over his shoulder he walked out. You followed, leading him to the machine he was supposed to fix, and on the way back to your quarters, the two of you took the stairs.

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[channiesdelululand]

제발

Part 1 Bang Chan x reader 

NSFW Part 1 Includes: Preluding to sexual acts, cursing

Part 2 will Include: Rough sex, breath play, choking, begging, degrading kink, orgasm denial, edging, oral giving and receiving, marking, aftercare, cursing

벗어나기 위해 몸부림쳐 봐야 HOLYSHIT! Okay you’ve seen the music video a thousand times but now live in front of you?! The way this man moves, the way those leather pants and cut off shirt leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. How can I even focus on the music when all I can focus is the way the sweat rolls down the back of his neck. The curling of his lip as he sings the chorus. I never thought words could sound so sexual until I heard him growl 걸. 

Shit.. How did the song end already?? The whole crowd is silent. Nows my y/n moment, just go for it. Kana looks over at you and laughs because she sees the panic of feral Y/N, she nods in agreement you should do it. She says “Quick yell it!” Your best friend knows you all to well! Its not like you haven’t talked a big game about wanting to shout at 찬 the one phrase he has cheekly deemed okay. Here goes! “찬 제발!!” Most of the members on stage hear you and stop goofing around to look at their leader who at first seems caught off guard. What really is 30 seconds in reality feels like an eternity as 찬 is now looking right at you.. .No into your soul. You can’t tell what his expression means but you feel a jolt of excitement coming from those beautiful eyes of his. They are all laughing on stage as he lifts up his hand in a Darth Vader using the force type of way and says well since you asked so nicely and mimics pushing you back. He does his adorable giggle and then the show continues on to the next song. Lord does this boy have a real hold on your heart.

Kana is shooting daggers  as you almost pass out. Oh my god did I just live out my fantasy?! Both of you giggle and squeal that your time to shine had come. Not thinking a whole lot more of it because the next song was on and it was time to go back to feening over the boys! 

Walking back into the hotel it feels so surreal. Feet are throbbing, your arm is DEAD from swinging the lightstick all night, but your heart is so full! As you reminisce the past 4 hours of your life a man wearing a black hoodie with the hood up grabs your hand and places something inside. As quick as it happened he was gone disappearing among the guest of the bar spilling into the lobby. Kana walks in right after and notices you frozen in your tracks. “What’s up babe?… Y/N you okay?”

“Yeah, no umm somebody just handed me this.” You hold up what you now realize is a room key with a small note. Are you going crazy? As you start to tell your best friend what just happened it hits you… That frame, the jaw line, the nose… And is that the lingering scent of Versace? No, there’s no way… 

“Y/N if you don’t speak I swear to God..”

“Sorry, ummm this guy just handed me this”

“Well, what’s it say?” 

You unfold the small note and read, in his unmistakable hand writing, “Meet me in room 1997 in 30 minutes. Don’t keep me waiting. -C” 

“Kana, okay don’t think I’m crazy but I think… umm well  I am certain that is 찬”

Your best friend has heard you say some pretty delulu shit before but this was insane. An idol wants you to meet him in his room?! Theres no way! Before Kana can check to see if you have some sort of concussion your phone dings. Its bubble, but more importantly its 방 찬.. “Better hurry 😏”. 

“Okay, okay maybe I believe you… I mean he did have a hold on you during the concert. Oh my God he is going to have stayville in a whirlwind with that message. Here’s what we do FaceTime me from your phone until he answers the door just to double check. You know getting murdered would really put a damper on this vacation.”

“Hahahah I’d hate to make you lose me to a stranger. Wait I’m sweaty and gross. Oh but I did shave!”

“Y/N, GO! That man is waiting for you. Just you know text me at some point to let me know you’re okay and what you know, how he looks.”

“Shut the fuck up K!” You are both laughing it up as you head to the elevator. You part ways as you are going to the top floor… 

An empty hallway but a head full of thoughts… There’s no way this is happening right? You finally reach the door. Do you knock? You have the room key? Shit Kana didn’t FaceTime me. Am I about to die? You put the key to the door and as the light turns green the door opens before you can open it yourself and there he is. Christopher Bang smirking at you. “Took you long enough, Princess.” Before you could respond he already has a very firm grasp on your waist as he brings you inside the room with a swift movement the door is slammed shut by the force of him pinning you against it. “This is what you wanted right? You asked so nicely I wanted to reward such good behavior.” 

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[sunniebabe99]

The Reincarnation - 3

Summary - Y/n is moved to the Executor.

Warnings- Darth Vader needs some therapy maybe.

When Darth Vader returned he was met with the sight of the woman asleep on his bed. He walked in, the door closing behind him. The only thing that could be heard was his breathing, which he hated. 

He moved to the bed and watched her. Taking in the details of her face and the way her hair fell on the bed. She looked peaceful. But images of Padme seemed to flash in his mind. Her smiling, laughing and also…the form of her tomb, which carved a familiar image of her laying with a peaceful look of slumber on her face. He gently moved a gloved hand to her face and moved a lock of hair away. He froze when she started to stir. Turning to her side and facing away from him. 

He took a step back and with a wave of his hand he used the force to wake her. She sighed and laid there. Almost not wanting to get up. She dreamt she was home fixing bouquets of flowers with her mother and grandmother. It was a simple dream but it made her happy. 

She sat up and then froze when she was met with the sounds of Darth Vader's respirator going off. She turned around and looked at him. Trying her best not to show how scared she was. 

"You are being moved, get up" he said in his cold voice. 

"Where are you taking me?" She asked as she stood up. Fixing her clothes and standing there, not wanting to come any closer to the man. 

"It is not of your concern" he said as he moved to the door. 

"Of course it is my concern! You guys are the ones who took me and I have a right to know where I am going! I have my rights as-" she was cut off as Vader turned to her. 

"Your rights were gone as soon as you decided to sympathize with those rebel scum. You are nothing but a prisoner being transported to another cell..be grateful that I don't kill you now" he said to her. 

She went quiet and looked to the floor. Her heart beating fast in fear that she pushed the dark sith Lord too far. 

"Now come" he said and waited for her. Outside there was a standard guard waiting with cuffs. She tried her best not to fight them as they took her hands and closed the cuff on her wrists. She was nudged Infront of the trooper as Vader took the lead. She looked around and had no idea where they were headed. They pass uniformed men and women and storm troopers who would pause to salute Vader and would give her dirty looks. 

Soon they made it to a large opening. The hangar was still as busy as it was when she had first arrived. Y/n squinted at the sun beating down on them. She looked down as her eyes adjusted to the natural light and then saw a ship ahead of them. It was much more advanced looking than most of the ships she was carried in. 

"Get in rebel scum" the trooper said as the ramp lowered down and opened up for them. Darth Vader moved watched as she moved into the ship. He then stopped the storm trooper. 

"Your services are no longer required here." 

"Yes Lord Vader" he said before saluting and leaving the area to get back to wherever he was stationed. 

Y/n looked back and watched as Vader joined her in the ship. The ramp closing behind him. With a flick of his hand the cuffs were taken off. She looked at him confused and rubbed her wrists. 

"Why did you-" 

"They are of no use when you have little to no force sensitivity. Even if you tried something I could easily disable you with a gesture of my hand" he said and had an irritated edge to his voice. 

"How do-"

"Silence, enough questions, your voice is an annoyance to me" he said as he moved to the cockpit. Y/n sat there and felt her anger rise as she watched him. She huffed and looked away. Sitting down at the co-pilot seat. there was no other place to sit. She was quiet as he worked the ship. She looked out the tinted windows. Watching as the ship started to take off. She started to realize that they weren't just traveling to another part of Coruscant as the ship rose above the atmosphere. She gripped onto the chairs arms and tensed as they flew off into space. 

Vader could feel her anxiety as he piloted the ship. 

"Relax…we haven't even gone into hyperspace yet" he said and flipped two switches. 

"Hyperspace? I've never even been off Coruscant before!" She said as she closed her eyes. Trying not to freak out as the cold of space set in on the ship. 

"You will become used to it." He said simply. Glancing over to her for a brief moment before focusing on flying. 

They had finally gotten into hyperspace. Y/n looked at the window in surprise..seeing nothing but bright blue as they traveled. 

She shivered slightly. Finally feeling the cold getting to her. 

"Here.." he said and stood up. Grabbing a spare blanket from the small storage compartment and giving it to her. 

"Thank you…" she said to him as she wrapped herself in the blanket.

Are you alright?…

It's very cold.

You are from a warm planet Ani…space is cold.

Vader snapped out of it and looked away from her shivering form.

"Space is much colder than I thought it would be," she muttered softly. Vader did not reply as he looked into the blue space void.

"I know you said not to talk…but I can't help but need answers" she said to him. Vader clenched his fist. 

"Then ask before I change my mind" he said to her. 

"Why did you take me away from that place?" She asked him. She didn't understand why suddenly she was being taken away from the relentless interrogation that was fruitless. She didn't know anything about the rebellion. She was just at the wrong place and wasn't careful enough. 

"I was given orders to interrogate you myself and I have other duties to attend to. Don't think of yourself as special because of it" he said to her. 

Y/n looked at him and felt her annoyance rising. She was tired of him talking to her in such a manner. It made her angry and she wanted to yell and scream. But she didn't. She sat there and held the blanket close to her as they finally came out of hyperspace.

Vader could obviously feel her anger. He didn't know how else to speak to her. Every time he tried to speak, his words would come out harsh and cold. A side of him just wanted to cast her away, she was an imposter…but then the other side. The one sliver of Anakin Skywalker was clinging to the idea that the Force gave his wife back to him. 

Y/n's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the large ship as they came out of hyperspace. It was the largest ship she had ever seen in her nineteen years. 

Vader piloted the ship onto the hangar deck. Troopers awaited him and stood in line to welcome him with an older man standing at the head of the line in his officers uniform..

Vader stood up and hit a switch the ramp.of the ship they were on lowered. He waited for her patiently as she got out of her seat. She stood next to him and felt his gloved hand rest on her shoulder as he nudged her to walk. She was scared, though for some odd reason she felt a bit of comfort in the way Vader touched her shoulder. 

"Lord Vader, I am pleased to see you back." The commander said as he walked with Vader down the line of troopers who saluted them. 

"I will be taking the prisoner to my quarters. No one is to disturb her. Only I am allowed to access her and question her, and have a medical droid come as soon as possible.  Is that clear commander?" He said getting straight to.the point. 

"Yes of course Lord Vader" he said with a bow.

Y/n made sure to try and memorize the halls as they walked down them, each one slightly looking the same until they reached a set of doors. They opened up with a hiss and inside was a very large room. A similar camber in the corner of the room. She looked around and then jumped slightly hearing the doors close behind them. 

Vader removed his hand from her and watched as she moved around the room. Taking in its sleek dark walls. 

"So this is my cage" she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. 

"You should be grateful you aren't in a holding cell" he said to her as he walked up to her. 

"I'd rather suffer than share a room with you" she said. She honestly did not know where she suddenly found her courage as she looked at the masked man.

"Then I can happily see to it you are thrown into the darkest cell we have" he said back to her. She faltered and felt a twinge of fear come back as she did not doubt his words. They stared at each other until Y/n could not stand it anymore and looked down. 

The medical droid entered the room just in time. She looked at the droid and then at him questioningly. 

"Do not resist it" he said to her as it came over.

"How many I assist you Lord Vader" it asked in an airy tone. 

"Run diagnostics on the female as well as a blood sample" he said as he moved to.the side to watch..

"Hey-" she was cut off by the droid moving to her. 

"Please hold still" it said as it began to scan her and check her over.  

"Scans indicate the subject has been subjected to short bursts of electrical energy. She has also not had nutrients in three days. I recommend she be fed small nutrition meals until she can stomach a full one" the droid said out loud before taking her arm and taking the blood sample..Y/n looked away not wanting to see the needle. She had always been a bit squeamish with them. 

"I will run the sample through the database and come back with your results Lord Vader" it said as it turned away to look at the Lord..

"Good. Also run test 236 as well. Send me the results as soon as possible" he said to the droid before it went and left the room. 

Y/n rubbed the patch on her arm lightly feeling a dull ache from where the needle was injected. 

"I will have food brought to you soon. Until then you should rest" he said to her. 

She looked over to him and gave him an unreadable look. Vader looked back at her for a moment. And then left the room. Locking her in there and leaving her alone yet again. He paused his back to the door. Almost wanting to go back in just to be with her. But then continued to walk away and attend to his duties. 

Y/n stood there and looked around the empty room. It was larger and seemed to be where Vader spent most of his time.

Yet the bed looked unused just like the last one. She moved to the large shut window and clicked a blinking button near it. It opened quickly to reveal a sight that made her gasp. 

Beyond the window was the vast land of space. Dusted with beautiful stars. Not a planet in sight. The beauty of space reflected in her eyes as she took it in. She felt her emotions get the better of her…of course it was beautiful. But it also made her realize that this was the farthest she had ever been away from home. She was in the middle of nowhere in space. Trapped inside an imperial ship with no idea how long she will be kept alive for…

She was scared and unconsciously projected it out from her entire being. Vader froze slightly as he stood at the bridge. Looking out at the vast image of space as he felt her fear. It made him clench his fist as he fought himself. He fought the urge to go to her. The image of a pregnant smiling Padme clear in his mind. 

Ani I love you...Ani...

He shook his head. Trying to clear his mind of the ghost that haunted him. 

Part 4

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[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 31 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

This one is short but.... well I'll just let y'all see for yourself. A/N at the end too ;D

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I was laying with my head in Maul's lap. 

"What do you want to name him?" I asked, looking at the scans we just got of him. 

Now, at twenty-two weeks, we were over halfway there, and we weren’t even in the ballpark of finding a name for him and it was starting to stress me out. 

He thought for a moment, "I haven’t thought about any specific names if I am being honest. Do you have any ideas?" 

"I’ve thought about what type of name we should go with but I haven’t been sure on what would work best. If I am being honest he is kind of a mess of cultures…” 

“What do you mean?” Maul asked. 

“Well I am a Mandalorian. You’re Dathomirian. You are also a Sith Lord and Nightbrother. I am Human. You’re a Zabrak. There are just so many routes we could go. Or we don’t even have to go down one of those paths for his name, we could just go with a name in Galatic Basic. I just don’t know what to do Maul. I’ve thought about it so much that my feels like it’s going to explode…” 

Maul looked at me oddly for a moment. I could tell he was probing at my mind through the force. I didn’t mind though, he knew that I could feel him digging around my thoughts and if I truly didn’t want him there I would block him out. I let him in, but I only allowed him to see what I wanted him to see. 

“You have a name picked out already… why didn’t you say something?” He asked gently. 

I pushed myself to sit up, with some help from him, and turned around to face him. 

“Because I really want him to have a name like the Nightbrothers…” "Are you sure? We could go with a more traditional name." Maul offered. 

I shook my head. 

"Maybe a traditional middle name, perhaps even a Mandalorian one, then he could have a little piece of both of us. But I really want him to have a Nightbrothers name. My only issue is they’re hard to come up with. Like your name isn’t hard, it’s Maul, you say it the same way as the word maul, like some mauled by an animal.” 

Maul laughed at my explanation but nodded for me to continue. 

“But… um… But other names like…like…” I trailed off, not sure how he would feel about bringing up his brother. 

“Like Savage.” He said for me and i nodded before continuing. 

“Like Savage,” I agreed, “I’ve played around with a few words… and I just know.” 

“Let me hear them.” He said. 

“I like Riot, and just leave it as Riot.” I said, watching him to judge his reaction. 

“I like that. What else do you have?” 

“Okay bear with me on this one, the word lethal, but pronounce it Lee-thal.” 

“Hm… I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before. It’s different.” He said. 

“You hate it don’t you?” I asked. 

“No. Not at all, I’ve just never heard it. I like it actually.” He said, easing my worries. 

“Okay, I have one more, vicious but make the ‘i’ a long ‘i’ so it’d be Vīkous… thoughts?” 

“If I am being honest, I like all of them. I think any of them would be perfect for our son. Is there a particular one you are leaning towards?” He asked.

“Not really honestly. I’ve thought about maybe just waiting until he’s born to pick one. Get a good look at him, decide what name fits him best.” 

“I like that idea.” Maul agreed with a smile, bringing his hand to rest on the side of my belly. 

Maker, his smile could make me melt on the spot. 

"What about a last name? I know we’ve talked about it some, but I just really don't want him to take mine." I said.

"I know, but I don't have a last name,” Maul began, “... well actually I suppose I may... my lineage isn't exactly certain. I was taken by Sidious so early that I don't know anything from my early life besides training in the ways of the dark side." 

I grabbed the hand that he had resting on my stomach and brought it to my lips to press a kiss to his knuckles while muttering, "I'm sorry." Against his tattooed skin. I knew he didn’t like talking about his childhood. 

“I've thought about that too actually… your last name.

“Oh?” 

"What if you took the name Oppress?" I suggested gently. 

"Fr- From my brother?"

I nodded. 

“I think he would be honored to have you and his nephew take on the name Opress. Maul Opress, has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” 

Maul smiled once again, “I suppose it does. What about the names you suggested, how do they sound?” He asked. 

“Let’s find out. First, Riot Opress… I actually really like that if I am being honest.” 

“Agreed, it sounds powerful. Okay how does, Lethal (lee-thal) Oppress sound? I like that one as well.” 

I gasped a little, “Okay I love that one too… last is Vicious (Vīkous) Oppress…” I cringed slightly and I could tell by the look on his face Maul wasn’t a fan either. 

“I think Vicious (Vīkous) Oppress is off the table. I’m not loving it like I did the other two.” I said. 

Maul nodded, “I agree.” 

“Okay so, this,” I placed my hands on my stomach, “is either little Riot or Lethal (Lee-thal) Oppress.” I said before looking up at Maul with a mischievous smile on my lips. I took my hands off my belly and placed them on his cheeks, “And this is not-so-little Maul Opress.” I said, smiling widely as he smiled at his name. 

He shook his head slightly at my antics before bringing his hands up to replace where mine just were on my stomach. 

“The Opress Family… sounds nice, doesn’t it?” He asked, not looking at me. 

“Well, I’m not an Opress.” I said. 

Maul was silent for a moment, before looking up at me. 

“I know…” He swallowed hard and it was making me nervous, “But would you like to be?” 

A/n: Y’all THOUGHT you were going to get the baby’s name in this one but I threw a curve ball there at the end!!!!! 😉😉 Anyways which name do you think it’s going to be??

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In celebration of finishing the full draft of book 3, here’s some Bestie Thrawn action. Here’s to unashamed character cameos 🥰

Anakin’s Fortress (book 2 of 3) Wattpad and AO3

Chapter 20

Admiral Thrawn climbs out of the fancy transport and turns back to me with a hand held out. I move carefully, my dress so expensive I'm appalled. To my irritation, Anakin knew exactly what I would choose and only offered the most expensive ones in this style. I only agreed when he showed me an image of the party location—which reeks of wealth.

It's black, of course. It pours straight to the floor, soft and loose and understated. There's a thick silk hem circling my body just under my breasts, which are covered in a triangular-shaped fabric that is held up by tiny straps. My back is exposed, and my heels hidden beneath the dress are short and, quite frankly, comfortable.

Simple, not restrictive, but in Anakin's words, still 'fuckable.' I like to think he meant beautiful, but whatever.

"I don't want to do this," I mumble softly to Thrawn.

"I'm not particularly fond of these social events either," he says in an even tone. "But they can be rather enlightening if you pay attention."

"Exactly how drunk am I allowed to get?"

He gives me a tiny grin. "Not much."

"That's what I figured."

I try to breathe normally but the closer we get to the doors, the closer I get to simply bolting.

"Kat," the admiral says in a harsh snap. I look at him with wide eyes. "You have two options. Stay nervous and miss things or pull yourself together and represent Lord Vader."

I clear my throat, oddly comforted by his ultimatum. "Which one attracts the least attention?" I ask with a small snicker. Thrawn isn't one to joke, however.

"You are not here to shy away from attention. You are as much an alien to these people as I am. If you are going to flee, do it now."

I glare at him, and his eyes flick to me, revealing nothing. I straighten and purse my lips. "You're trying to tell me you don't want to turn around and claim to have a stomach bug, sir?" His lips waver ever so slightly.

"Every time," he admits.

"You are trying to get me annoyed, aren't you?"

"Your reaction is your own. I am simply trying to advise you."

I let out a little hmph. "I'm the advisor," I say with the same tone as him. Joking isn't as fun with someone so serious.

"You will tell me who people are before they speak to me, and you will tell me what is relevant." If he wants me to do this, we'll do it.

"Of course. You will introduce yourself as Darth Vader's chief of security."

"Don't you think people will find that unbelievable?"

"Yet it is the truth, and Vader's threat to the Second Sister is well known." Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

"Am I going to be out of place because I'm not military?" I ask while eying his pristine white dress uniform. Honestly, I didn't know anything could be so white.

His lips turn up slightly. "I'm afraid you might not understand: Vader is not an official military person either." I frown. How could I not know that?

"He said he was the commander in chief."

"He is," Thrawn says cooly. "But he does what he wants and doesn't concern himself with the day-to-day running of the branches. His voice is as good as the Emperor's."

"Wait, that would mean..." I trail off.

"That under the right circumstances, an order from you could be seen as an order from our Emperor, yes."

I balk at him, my mouth open and my eyes wide. Boy, would my father be pissed.

He seems to take in my expression.

"I'm simply pointing out that, no, your official standing amidst the military sectors is not in question. Plus, this is not solely military. You will meet many politicians and people who spend time around them." We are almost to the door, so I figure I'm running out of time to ask questions.

"Am I supposed to be sly? Friendly? Stand-offish?"

"The second most powerful person in the galaxy relies on you."

I want to roll my eyes, as that is no answer at all.

"Understood," I mutter. He looks over at me wearing a sly grin and motions for me to enter before him with a slight bow. Is he reveling in my discomfort right now?

"My lady."

I take a breath. Fuck it. If these people want something to talk about, I'll give it to them.

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[defaulttwig]

An Unlikely Reunion

Darth Vader x gn!reader

Summary: Standing before the sith lord whose purpose is to wipe out the remnants of the Jedi, your time as one is put to the test.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst?, lightsaber battle

A/N: this is mainly me practicing fight scenes - swordfighting specifically. Kinda plotless and just sprinkling random angst into this lol.

If you had pushed aside your emotions, if you had been a better Jedi, you would not be here. A shell of your past self, you still harbored the desire to do good. Even in the face of danger, at the likely possibility, you would die, you could not let that imperial stormtrooper strike down the poor, defenseless man in the street. You had given away your identity so carelessly to protect him, to fend off a group of white armored hounds. And in return, the people of this planet had given you up.

  The root of all the imbalance in the galaxy stood across from you. Alone, you stood your ground and mustered a glare. There used to be unity, light, and hope. He may not have been the sole source of uprooting the Republic, but he was the catalyst that ended the war. He took everything you cared for and reduced it to nothing.

  His cape billowed in the wind. The trees around your figures bristled as if nature itself tried to warn you of the danger. What little peace you had in your small abode away from the port had been disturbed by his presence. His being here was an omen of your shortcomings. Your time would soon come to an end.

  Accompanied by the collected sound of his respirator, his warped voice cut over nature’s quiet cry. “You know who I am.”

  “I’ve always known.”

  His hand curled into a fist at his side. “Obi-Wan...” He relaxed his hand. “You two were always close.”

  Bitterness bled through his words. You and the Jedi Master had a close relationship. He was the older brother you never had when you were a youngling. Always stood up for you, tutored you if he found time. His time for you grew slim when he gained a padawan, but that only meant your small circle grew one number whenever you did find each other in the temple. Obi-Wan was indeed the one who told you on that moon all those years ago, that things would never be the same. When you found him ten years later, he was the one who told you the tragedy of Anakin Skywalker, who he had become.

  “You are heartbroken.” His voice cut through your thoughts. The weight of his force presence lingered in your mind, reading your emotions like an open book. “A real Jedi should not be so attached to the past.”

  “You’re one to talk.” You moved your hand to the hilt of your lightsaber, clipped to your belt. He had a lot of nerve to say that, knowing how he was. Remarkably, he had not changed in the slightest - testing your patience without trying. “Considering what you’ve done.”

  Your cautious movement did not go unnoticed. “This is not a fight you can win.”

  You undid the clip, wrapping your hand around the hilt. Eyes narrowed, you watched for any sudden movements on his part. The pad of your thumb brushed the button, waiting. He remained still, almost conveying a calm countenance but you knew better. Through the Force, his signature lashed with every negative emotion conceivable, the foremost being resentment.

  “You being here doesn’t leave me much choice.” You took a fighting stance, broadening your shoulders as you did. “I know what you came here to do and it wasn’t for a reunion.”

  “Prepare to lose, then.”

  Prepare to lose.

Prepare…

  You froze, hearing the words repeat like clockwork in your mind. They took you to a time you had since buried in your heart. The wind picked up, pulling leaves from the branches above. They hovered and descended over your forms. As the leaves spun and danced, gracefully passing him, you blinked, and no longer did the embodiment of hatred stand before you.

  Anakin lowered himself into a fighting stance, the practice sword poised in front of him. He offered a cocky smile, his chin drawn down to appear smug. With a laugh, he awaited his master’s signal, but not before taunting you. “Prepare to lose.”

  Blinking again, a blurry form lunged at you. Your heart leaped to your throat, igniting your lightsaber. Rather than the blocky sound of wood clashing, a deep hum resonated as you blocked his attack. Red and green bounced off the surface of a black mask, its respiration getting lost in your flashback.

  Is that the best you got? From the recesses of your mind, laughter sprung forth. 

  You stepped back and made the next move. Swiping your lightsaber at his right side, he blocked it. 

  This might actually be a short fight.

  Sweat beaded at your temple. You sent a flurry of attacks his way. Each expertly dodged and parried, ever the duelist. He clearly had not dropped his training, unlike you. Your moves came stiff, raw; your years in hiding numbed your ability. Muscle memory could only do so much for you. 

  You can do better than that.

  Your sparring partner from your padawan years laughed, sweat lining the hairline on his forehead. Chest heaving, you swung again. He let the fight go on, no desire to end it. With all the ability to make this swift and short, he would let it go on. It wasn't over until you tired yourself first. Dodging your next strike, you stumbled past him and let out a frustrated groan.

  “Your attachment to the past will be your undoing.”

  The jarring voice that did not belong to the young padawan broke you out of your stupor. Turning on your heel, you barely managed to raise your lightsaber and block. The heat of the red saber inched toward your shoulder as he pressed down. Your face pinched in stress, struggling with his weight. Putting all your force on your front foot, you pushed yourself forward and shoved him back.

  In an effort to create more distance, you took two steps back. Adjusting your grip on your hilt, you breathed laboriously. Your thoughts whirled throughout the fight, dreading the eventual loss. Anakin always won. On the brink of fatigue, you knew how the rest of the battle would play out. 

  Darth Vader stood straight, waiting for you to make a move. His lightsaber poised to the ground, he left himself completely open. A trap, you knew. He would not bait you.

  You took in a sharp breath, shaking your head. In the blink of an eye, Anakin took his place. He looked down at you and twirled his saber like it was second nature. Spun it around his back before repositioning himself into an unguarded stance and teasing you - goading you - into his final attack. He toyed with you, abiding his time.

  Just like all the spars before, when you knew you had little fight left in you, your thumb pressed the button on the hilt. The hum of the lightsaber silenced. You tossed the hilt aside into the underbrush around the trees and stared down what remained of Anakin.

  “I won’t fight you.”

  So be it, if you had to die. All you asked was that he made it swift. You held no regret, bittersweet to know you would die at his hand. Never did you hope to reunite with him, not this man, but…you could live your final moments knowing somewhere in him, Anakin remained.

  “You don’t want to avenge all that you lost?” For a question, his tone morphed it into a rather taunting statement.

  You shook your head. Your chest continued to rise and fall rapidly from the rush of a fight. It had been too long since you used a lightsaber. Especially on your partner. You looked into the lenses of his mask, willing some way for his eyes to reveal themselves to you. Your tone grew soft, bitter but accepting.

  “I still have you.”

  The underbrush to the side rustled and swayed. In a flash, a silver blur flew up from it and thrust itself at you. Just as you held out your hand to catch it, the green light ignited. You turned your face from Vader’s to it, eyes wide. Its searing heat hovered inches from your face.

  All too bright, so blindingly bright it gave you a headache, you closed your eyes. The loud hum buzzed its warning to you, alerting you that it was too close. It only needed a push and you would be dead. The bright light burned through your eyelids. Rooted to your spot, you sucked in a breath. Somewhere in the blur of light, you only saw Anakin’s smile.

  “That boy is dead,” Darth Vader sneered with venom. The brittle 'chk' of twigs and undergrowth beneath gave away his step toward you. “Take your weapon and fight me.”

  “Fight me,” Anakin taunted. He twirled his saber, gesturing to yours across the room. “I won’t attack if you’re unarmed.”

  “If he truly is gone,” you started and opened your eyes. The saber lowered from your voice, poised over your heart. Darth Vader’s hand shook in contempt as it stretched out, holding your own weapon to you. “Then, strike me down.”

  His fingers curled a minuscule amount, each word spoken in barely contained rage. “Take your weapon.”

  You saw it now. In Darth Vader, you saw Anakin. Angered that you would toss your weapon and throw the fight rather than see it to the end. To the end, he saw fit, anyhow. No good duelist would go down so quickly. You saw how his face morphed, the braid brushing against his clenched jaw as he ordered you to pick it up and take your loss the right way.

  “I won’t fight you.” You crossed your arms and raised your chin. Anakin disengaged his saber, dropping his stance to stand like a pouting child. Well, you were both being childish. “We both know you won. It’s over.”

  “You would rather die dishonorably.” The vocoded voice came across as more of a statement than a question.

  If you had been back at the temple, two young padawans would turn to the side to see a disappointed master cross his arms. Disapproving of the behavior of both padawans, regardless of who started it. If you could go back in time, you would see him shake his head at you both. Instead, you were alone with your opponent with no master to disappoint. Only accompanied by your sparring partner, aggravated by your lack of etiquette for a proper duel. Even knowing this would be your end, you found it funny in a rueful way, to annoy him one last time.

  “I don’t care if you’re tired. Pick it up.”

  “I don’t understand why you’re stalling.” You narrowed your eyes. “You can get it over with right now.”

  Anakin stormed up to you, whisking your lightsaber into his open palm. He held it out to you, his face screwed in annoyance. “Just once, I’d like to fight you properly.”

  The green light shrunk back into the hilt and the lightsaber dropped pathetically to the ground. You glanced from it to Vader, who clipped his saber to his belt. He raised his hand and a weight formed around your neck. You gasped, feet dragged through the dirt and kicked aside your saber as he pulled you to him. 

  In the reflection of his lenses, your disheveled, choked form met your eyes. Vader curled his fingers in and the grip tightened. Your mouth fell open, unable to breathe at all. Dots formed around the mask, darkness bleeding into your peripherals. 

  “You are weak. Always have been.”

  In the next instant, you dropped to the ground. The weight lifted from you and you took a large gulp of air, touching your throat lightly. You lifted your head up to the sith lord. He simply looked down at you while his cape billowed behind him. Disdain radiated off of him in waves.

  “Next time we meet, I will not show mercy.”

  Next time, you better give me a proper fight.

  Your eyes widened, shocked that Darth Vader himself would let you live. 

  Wordlessly, he turned on his heel and walked off. Your eyes locked onto his retreating form, headed toward the imperial speeder he took here. You slumped over, eyes glazing over with tears. His figure blurred and once again you saw Anakin. His robes rustled and his hair, longer in length, blew in the wind as he walked away from you.

  You stretched a hand out to him, desperate to cling to the man you knew. To bring him back to you and apologize. Instead, you watched with regret as he climbed onto the speeder and took off from your little corner of the galaxy. Your hand fell into the dirt your head hung low, biting back tears. So close, he was, and yet so far.

  “Next time we meet…”

  This was the last time you saw Anakin Skywalker and your one and only encounter with Darth Vader.

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[dorianwritesthings]

Happy To Fail

Malavai Quinn x Sith! Reader

A/N: This contains spoilers for the Sith Warrior story on Star Wars the Old Republic. You have been warned!!!

Quinn sighed, and shook his head.

Sith weren’t merciful. He knew that, he’d seen it. And even you, perfect, powerful you...he knew exactly how ruthless you could be.

And yet, you spared him. Suddenly he grew more thankful for the late nights and stolen moments before his betrayal. The moments that made his heart race. The ones that convinced you to go alone with him on that ship…They were the same ones that likely saved his life.

He tapped a finger on the desk, he needed to stop thinking as a strategist. He loved you, really, but he never thought you actually returned that feeling. Sith weren’t merciful, but they could be impulsive.

He owed you now, owed you for more that just a career. Darth Baras was his enemy now, and he hoped that you would defeat him. For both your sakes.

You hadn’t talked to him since the incident on the ship, rather, you had remained holed up in your quarters, filling the ship with an uneasy feeling. Jaesa seemed energized by it, but he only felt guilty. It had only been a day since his betrayal, but time passed slowly with nothing but his own thoughts. You said you wouldn’t tell the crew, but he felt isolated either way.

He’d only seen you once since then. As you stepped out of the refresher, hair still wet, earlier that morning. You calmly offered a greeting that he couldn’t remember, though he could feel the anger radiating off you in waves.

Your yellow eyes didn’t give much away as he quickly stuttered out a hello and tried to keep his composure.

You simply walked past him, heading back into your quarters.

The interaction had drained him so quickly. He spent far too long in the shower, just letting the warm water fall over his skin.

He wasn’t working at his fullest capacity. His thoughts got in the way whenever his mind took the slightest pause. All he wanted was to talk to you again, he wanted to make sure that you knew how grateful he was that...well that he couldn’t calculate for you.

For once he was happy that he’d failed.

Could he ever be happy had his plan succeeded? He’d have gone back to Baras, of course, and continued serving the Empire as he always did but…

He loved you. He hated this mission, hated himself for going through with it, yet something in him pushed him on. He told himself that your interest had to be a with whim, but that cut into him almost as much as his own betrayal did.

The night he’d received Baras’s communication regarding your “removal”, he’d felt terrible. Quinn didn’t sleep much that night and he hadn’t slept much since. His actions felt empty, and his body felt, heavy, ever since he’d set on that treacherous course to kill you. He’d hoped that when he killed you that feeling would begin to go away, but now... now he suspected that the weight of it would have stayed on him his entire life. It might have ended him.

He would have been haunted by the way you’d held his hand when boarding the ship, the way you asked “Is something wrong, Quinn?” when you sensed his unease, the way your eyes looked when he explained what he’d done. 

“Quinn.” your voice behind him made him jump, he hadn’t heard your approach.

“M-My Lord.”

His nervousness clearly wasn’t lost on you, and you sighed.

“I can tell that you’re nervous, upset, confused…”

“All of the above, my Lord.” he said, “I hope you know my confusion is not about my dedication to you.”

You held his gaze, taking a pause that was just a moment too long.

“I hope so.” you said, “I...Betrayal stings, it leaves behind an anger that Sith thrive on.”

“I’ve heard similar things from other sith.”

You nodded slowly, “But...betrayal from you...feels different.”

Quinn looked down, waiting for you to continue.

“I expected betrayal from my master, perhaps not at that moment, but eventually. But from you...I was blind to it.”

“I am so sorry…” he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. It was a sensation he hadn’t experienced since he was a boy, “I had your trust and I squandered it.”

You put your hands on either side of his face, “I am not a gentle person, normally.” You said, “But the people I bring into this small circle are...important to me. The world of the Sith is one of backstabbing and mercilessness. I didn’t grow up with many friends who lasted long.”

“That sounds...terribly lonely.” Quinn said. You nodded, and took the opportunity to glance around. To be this vulnerable in front of him...even after what he’d done to you surprised him.

“I decided that the people aboard my personal ship would be exempt from all of that, from me. I needed a group who I could trust, but I still find myself sleeping with my lightsaber.”

“You..appeared to give up that practice the nights I’ve stayed with you.”

“I had…” you said, “Things aren’t going to be the same, Quinn, but I hope you understand what you meant to me, and what you and the rest of the crew still mean to me.”

“I...think I do my Lord.”

You sighed, then released him. He felt a pang as your skin left his and a small pull at his mind.

“I promise, I will never give you cause to feel this way again.” Quinn said, grabbing your hand before you could leave, “I’ll do all I can to make this right.”

You gave him a small smile, the first he’d seen all day and for the first time in a long time, he felt his anxieties lessen.

“I’ll be back soon to finish preparations for Camilla.” you said, “I imagine it’s easier for us to work together for the time being.”

“As you wish, My Lord.” He gave a slight bow and watched you leave.

You wanted to keep an eye on him, but your choice to do so personally gave him hope that all was not lost.

—————

You left to your chambers to meditate. Quinn's betrayal cut deep and you felt the pain pulling you into the darkside, but unlike last night, your rage was again controlled, focused.

Baras was capable of a great many things, and though you doubted he’d be able to bend your beloved Quinn as much as the average man...you knew, or perhaps you simply needed to believe, that he’d done something to him. Quinn was never one to dispatch of assets he thought would aid the empire, and you thought...

You loved the Captain, though neither of you had said it, yet. And your anger towards your former master grew ever more at the thought of losing one of the few people you trusted to his manipulations. He’d suffer at your hand. You would see to it personally.

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[anchanted-one]

Legend of Lightning Chapter 50. Turning the Trap Around

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/112553413

eeeeeee! Chapter 50, everyone! I am so pleased to be here. Still a long way to go, but a milestone is a milestone.

To anyone who has read any of my work, thank you so much. 

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Thul Palace

Gustab Williton paced the halls outside Baron Thul’s apartments. He was deeply uneasy about what had just transpired. The Baron was a powerful man, and more than capable of enacting revenge on him someday. He contemplated leaving a request with the great Darth’s secretary for a transfer once he had brought him his prize, claiming they wanted a better assignment. There were other Sith here, after all, Sith who could join the Thul war effort. Perhaps Lady Kairadwen, who had caused quite a stir among his peers during her all-too-brief visit, might be persuaded to return.

He had spent every free second at the gates, hoping to catch her as she passed by… only to be disappointed.

Still, he didn’t want her on a world that he was leaving! Perhaps his next assignment could be… wherever hers was! Perhaps he could request an assignment to Darth Baras’ operation.

Yes, that was a splendid idea. There were many other Sith who could take over.

Eklarie pulled him into a side room and leered at him. “Decicred for your thoughts, my little pup.”

“I want this done with,” he partially admitted his real thoughts. “I don’t like being part of a great Darth’s schemes. They use you, then they toss you.”

“Wise words, my dollie,” she raised her scarred face to his. He returned her kiss passionately. He loved Eklarie. She was not the most beautiful Sith in the galaxy, but she was far more loyal, as both partner and lover. Dependable, though she was normally taciturn. He wanted to marry her as soon as he could, to start accruing power and status so they could found a House together.

“It’s not just Angral,” he said reluctantly. “Baron Thul is a dangerous man. For Sith like us, at least.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I’ve been thinking of the same thing.” Her face soured. “We’re shite excuse for Sith, aren’t we?”

“We’re not aiming to be Darths, after all. We just want to be retainers.”

“Thinking about Lady Rooks, again? You should give it up. Half the Academy was foaming at the mouth after she duelled Darth Malgus on Ziost. She has more requests than even them Darths, I’d wager. It’s easier to get in good with some of the lesser Sith. I heard Darth Zash might be building up her power base.”

“Zash…” Gustab thought about that idea for a long moment. “What about the other major Houses?”

“Major Houses? Us? We’re bottom feeders here, pup! Even most Thuls don’t respect us!”

“All the more reason to run.”

“Want me to put in the request?”

“Yes, please!” Gustab felt relieved. It was really good to have her do the paperwork. He was far too slow with such things. He thought about Lady Elana, languishing in the shuttle’s belly. He knew she was in for a rough life, if the Baron didn’t come through. He felt a bit sorry for her, but what could you do? Angral was not someone you went up against. Not if you were one of them Darths on the Council.

“There, that’s done!” Eklarie said happily.

“Already?”

She winked, mischief making her face a match for any Dromund Kaas idol. “I had most of this ready before we even took off.”

“You, my muffin, are a real treasure,” he said happily, and she gave a growl of a laugh in response.

“Take me now, puppy. Remind me of that first time we made love together, in Overseer Harkun’s bed!”

He moved to comply, tugging off her cloak and pauldrons… when they were interrupted by a servant.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, Dark Lords. Baron Thul has returned.”

“Already? That was bloody fast!”

“Guess that Jedi really is a softie!”

Eklarie hurriedly straightened her robes as they half-ran to the baron’s personal landing pad.

They waited with bated breath as the ramp opened, and out marched the wolf himself, leading the disgusting-looking alien.

“Would you look at that, muffin? It’s mewling like a lost calf!”

“Yes,” Eklarie shook with suppressed laughter. “Filthy alien.” She marched up to the thing and spat in its face. The baron slapped her so hard, she fell to the floor.

“He is my prisoner for the time being,” he said sternly. “You remember how I treat my prisoners, don’t you? If you want to show him any disrespect, do so after we’ve made the transfer.”

Eklarie stood up and saluted lamely. “Yes, Baron, sir!”

“Where is Elana?”

“She is inside the shuttle, Your Highness,” Gustab replied.

“Is it in your authority to release her, now that we have the prisoner?”

“No, sir. We have to wait until Angral’s satisfied.”

A vein throbbed in the man’s temple. He looked like he desperately wanted to argue, but didn’t. Gustab almost breathed a sigh of relief. He did not want to oppose the man again, anytime soon.

“Let’s get on with this, then,” the baron grumbled. “Are we to be taken to Darth Angral’s ship?”

“I don’t know, Your Highness. His shuttle, his men.”

“Fine. Let us board, then. But at least allow Elana to travel with me, rather than in the brig.”

“I—I’ll see what we can do, Your Highness.”

As it happened, securing her semi-release was a simple enough thing. There was nothing they could do, now that they were en route. The duke comforted her with assurances of safety, but Gustab wondered why he would do something so reckless as give a false promise like this. He had zero control over what was to come.

The Jedi was locked inside the cell, shooting dangerous glances at his captors, who all jeered and mocked him.

They were Sith, of course. Of higher standing than Gustab, but not by much. Underlings and minions of the great Darth. He recognized FimmRess, who had long served as Duke Kendoh’s bodyguard.

“Just look at that Jedi, boys!” he roared. “Shaking in its boots!”

“Like a little bantha cub!”

“Not much of a threat, is it?”

“If it’s scared now, just wait until Angral gets his mitts on it!”

At the mention of Angral’s name, it was as if a mask slipped off the Jedi’s face for a moment. There was no fear there, only a contempt deeper than the spice mines of Kessel. But Gustab blinked, and it was gone. For a brief moment, he had a bad feeling—then he heard a girl’s voice whisper into his ear “You will forget what you just saw.”

“I… will… forget…”

*

Somewhere on Alderaan

“What’s the meaning of this?” Jharkus demanded. “We’re not even leaving Alderaan?”

“I thought you’d be happy,” the pilot drawled. “You don’t have to meet Angral in person. Of course we’re not rendezvousing with his ship! We’re meeting up with Lord Nefarid! He will send you on our way.”

“Nefarid?” Jharkus rolled the name in his head in disgust. “The man who killed Duke Horis.”

“The same,” one of the Sith entering the cockpit grinned. “You Thuls and your petty ambitions mean nothing to us, if you don’t give us Alderaan. And he was willing to call off the war entirely. But you’re different, aren’t you? A real warrior! Cooperate, and you won’t face the same fate as him.”

No doubt it was meant to cow Jharkus, but all it did was strengthen his resentment.

He wondered what would happen now. If he and the boy were separated… This would all be for naught. Well, his Family would certainly be saved if Vajra was safely handed over, but there would be no retribution of any kind.

Lost in his thoughts, Jharkus only realized they’d landed when the pilot turned and grinned. “End of the line. For some of you, at least. But how many?”

Jharkus gave him a frosty stare until he flinched. “You think you’re clever and intimidating, but you’re not. To be truly strong, you need to be able to threaten people under your own banner. Stop trying to borrow your Master’s notoriety.”

*

Lord Nefarid waited with eager anticipation for his guests to arrive. He swirled the cherries in his cocktail, humming the happiest tune to himself. It had only been a few days ago, when he captured that meddlesome Jedi Master. To think he now had the Padawan too… oh, happy day!

“Orgus Din thoroughly managed to spoil my fun by destroying those antennae,” he railed, repeating the same line for the third time this week, just in case his Master’s spies were listening. “The gall! What right does he have to spoil my fun? Isn’t that right, Alayna dear?” He sniffed in annoyance. “Hmm. And I thought you were poor company before I freed you.”

The flayed corpse of his minion stared back mutely, unable to answer. It simply floated in the case he’d stuck it inside, which arrested her putrefaction.

“I will be made Darth for this, you mark my words! Angral will thank me for being the only one of his Apprentices capable of dealing with the thorn in his side!” He turned towards the door as they yawned, and in walked the Sith minions whose names he hadn’t bothered to memorize. In their midst was the Jedi himself, as hideous as he was weak. His own lackeys looked up from their work to see the procession.

Behind him was the man known as the Wolf Baron, and he exuded anger in every breath he took. Good. The Sith in him approved of that anger. It could be used when focused. The man had spine and ability, by all accounts, but he was too caught up in meaningless tripe like honor.

“Ah, welcome, Jedi! I was just telling Alayna how happy I was to have you as my guest.”

The Jedi looked at the body next to Nefarid’s throne and sighed. “You’re not a very imaginative Sith, are you? I bet you do this to try and appear mighty and dangerous. An inherited trait, no doubt.”

Nefarid chuckled. “Oh, I wasn’t trying to intimidate you. I just happen to like this woman. She made the most exquisite faces as I killed her. The horror, the pain, the sense of hope as I promised her a second chance!” Nefarid’s laughter boomed throughout the lair.

“Right, you’re just as sick a thug as Sadic,” the alien shook its head. “Where’s Angral? Or is he too scared to show up?”

The Sith around him reared in outrage, but Nefarid waved them back. “What does it matter? We have you. I have orders to hand you over to him once I’ve thoroughly tortured you into submission. My Lord does not like exerting his strength to quash every little bug.”

“If I’m a bug, what is Tarnis? And what are Sadic and Praven, whom I beat so easily? Come, come, Nefarid. You know, don’t you? Angral is past his glory years. That is why you seek to replace him, someday. In fact—” the Jedi straightened up. “Angral isn’t staying away because of just me, is he? He doesn’t want to be near this world so long as the Death Mark is here too. He knows you can kill him, if you happen to have it operational.”

Nefarid was now staring at the boy. “I think it’s better to deliver you to my Master in pieces. Cut off his hands and legs!”

The boy sprang into motion, though he wasn’t the only one. The Wolf Baron threw one of the Sith over his shoulder and pulled his blaster from his belt. One of the Sith attempted to stab the alien, but it evaded him and broke her arms. As she fell to the ground screaming, the boy ignited her Lightsaber and attacked his captors. All eight of them.

Nefarid was alarmed by his skill. That level of swordsmanship was far beyond his capabilities! It was good that he had his trump card.

His hands went for his belt—only to find the device missing. What? I could have sworn that—

Using the Death Mark would be confirmation that he had gotten it working again, and had indeed been hoping to kill Darth Angral with it when he turned over Orgus Din. But there was no secret that couldn’t be kept by killing all witnesses!

“Where is it? Where is it?” he feverishly hurled aside all the tools and books on his desk searching for the targeting device, but couldn’t find it. “I could have sworn…” He quickly looked over at all the places he could think of, where he might have left it, only to be disappointed. Of all the rotten luck!

He looked up to find his own guards had joined the fracas, but it was going badly. The Jedi’s blur of a blade had already killed more than half his opposition, and the baron’s blaster had shot down all of the regulars. With only three guards left fighting, Nefarid had to make a decision.

“Confound it all!” He moved to cloak himself. He still had that, at least! And he had tricked even the great Master Orgus with it—

His scream filled his ears. Right after he had blended in with his surroundings, a small, focused beam of red light had shone down on his foot, leaving a hole about the size of his thumb. “IMPOSSIBLE!” As he cursed and stumbled, he thought he heard a girl giggle.

*

Jharkus was nonplussed by the Sith Nefarid’s loud scream of pain. What could have happened? His inattention would have normally gotten him killed, but the Jedi was fighting the last of his enemies, one of Nefarid’s dogs, whom he had never seen before.

There was a pile of bodies around them, dead Sith who had thought they had a wounded vorn tiger cub, when instead they were looking at bait. They had dropped their pride easily enough. That one called FimmRess had soiled himself when he realized he was outmatched, but had been killed before he could surrender.

“What happened?” Baron Thul asked his temporary ally, who grinned.

“Come out, Kira.”

The baron jumped as a redheaded girl materialized out of thin air, holding some small device in her hand. “I was certain you could dodge that, boss. But I didn’t want to take that wager.”

“I owe you one. You made the right call,” the alien told her, before turning back to Jharkus. “I had expected you to demand my surrender in exchange for the prisoners. I wanted an ace up my sleeve in case Angral asked you to turn me over to him.”

“You’re no fool, I see.”

“Hardly, Angral is just that predictable.” He snorted. “Now. Is that fool of a Sith awake?”

The woman called Kira slapped the man’s face lightly, then shook him hard until he woke. He groaned, trying to cradle his foot, which Jharkus now saw had a huge smoking hole in it.

“Where is your Master?” the boy asked.

“I don’t know,” Nefarid whimpered. “I was supposed to call him when you’d been beaten into submission. He would have sent another shuttle for you—”

“How typical,” the Jedi groaned. “Can you at least tell me how to reach him? A message, perhaps?”

The Sith squealed like a stuck-up brat getting his first taste of consequences.

“Wait, it doesn’t matter,” the boy shook his head. “The message I have, is one I want the entire galaxy to hear.” He walked up to the man’s holoterminal and hit transmit.

“What is the meaning of this, ‘Darth’ Angral?” He asked the camera, stressing on the title as though it was the punchline a poor joke. “I was handed to you on a silver platter, but you were too scared to show up and collect me! I thought you wanted revenge for your son? Is this all your rage is worth? Some might call you cautious, but I am starting to see what my Master meant when he called you a coward. You’re so afraid of dying, you won’t even face a teenager! All you can do is act tough in the depths of the cesspit you call your stronghold. You know, don’t you? That if you face me in combat, you will be beaten so badly, all your legends and myths will be replaced by mocking tales of Darth Angral the pitiful. You want to prove me wrong? Come to Alderaan and face me. Show the galaxy how a Darth marches to his death… but what am I saying?” He laughed scornfully. “You’d never do something that reckless! Because you’re a weakling, and a coward, too scared to crawl past the event that left you traumatized all those years ago. So, by all means! Continue to hide in your own trash. I will rip you screaming and weeping from your presumed fortress, and show the galaxy the caliber of man you’re not. Farewell, false Darth.”

With that, he destroyed the terminal. The woman clucked her tongue. “You don’t think that was a bit much, boss? We both know he’s a coward, but he’s also a slave to his own emotions. He’s gonna try and hurt you by striking at soft targets.”

“I didn’t think of that,” the boy looked a bit sheepish. “I just want this to be done!”

“A word of advice, Jedi,” Jharkus said. “Take it from a Thul; we spent decades before we finally got our chance. Just because a confrontation, or any event, seems inevitable or destined, doesn’t mean it won’t take a lifetime to come to fruition. Don’t try to rush things just because you’re eager to make it end. The Great War is another example; your Grand Master fought Malgus again and again, but it only ever led to fat nothings. You might think yourself Angral’s nemesis—or any big Sith’s—but that doesn’t mean your clash will arrive just because you wound their pride.”

The Jedi heard all he had to say, then nodded with a heartfelt sigh. “I know, I know. I’m not that stupid. But I am hoping that Angral is. Or that he’s blinded by my provocation.”

“If only it were that simple.”

Elana stirred. “Uncle… did you seriously have all this planned? How? When?”

Jharkus made a gesture telling her to slow down. “As much as I love to take credit for this, it was all the Jedi’s idea. I was too shaken to properly make the threat, and he noticed it. He took pity on me, on us, and offered to help me rescue you. I suppose there is no shortage of good men in the galaxy.”

“Getting to Nefarid was a bonus,” the boy smiled. “Not as big as finally stopping Angral, but I’m happy this last weapon is back in our hands. Kira, can you blow it up?”

The woman nodded. “Easily. The satellite comes with a remote self-destruct, just in case. The Death Mark laser is about to become scrap.”

“Target the equipment first,” the Jedi ordered. “Not a single byte of data must be recoverable after we’re done.”

“Got it.”

“We’ll be taking Nefarid, if it’s okay with you,” the boy said. “And destroying this compound.”

“You won’t catch me arguing. I’ll take the shuttle back to Thul palace, and order your civilians’ immediate release. I’ll also hand the duke’s body back to the Organas. I’ll go personally.”

Elana shivered, tears appearing in her eyes. “The poor, poor duke! He tried to help me.” She looked at the Jedi. “When Angral looked at me, he stood in between us, as if hoping that could make him forget about me. He offered to take my place as hostage. What kind of galaxy do we live in, when that kind of man is killed so miserably, when wretches like Angral are left untouched?”

The Jedi gave her a long, sorry look. “I’m sorry for your anguish,” he said. “I’m sorry for all the innocents and the good who are dying in this war. It’s why I want to ki—to stop Angral as soon as I can. I know that the longer this goes on, the more people die at his grubby hands.”

Elana sniffed, wiping her eyes. “I don’t blame you. You are barely more than a child, and you are still—” She wiped her face, then gave him a look filled with fire and determination. “I’m done with the Sith. It may take me a lifetime, but I swear I will extricate myself and my family from their mad Magocracy.”

“I wish you well in that endeavour.”

As Jharkus led Elana out, he began speaking to her. “That was a bold declaration, child. It will take time to build up the strength needed to bear it. I hope you survive those years.”

“I hope you will teach me, Uncle.”

“I’m afraid I can’t, child. Duke Organa was my responsibility. I must answer for his death, and his body’s desecration.”

She looked at him with eyes full of distress, but he talked over her.

“Don’t give me that look; if I don’t do this, any lesson I give you is worthless. Remember who I am. Not the Wolf, but the Baron.”

“Honor, fidelity, integrity,” she looked on the edge of tears again.

“That’s right. How can I pretend to be any of that, if I don’t give myself up to the Organas?” he shook hhis head. “No. I must do this.”

Elana held back her tears, she simply nodded. She gave him a fierce smile. “I should have expected no less, my dearest Uncle.”

“When I saw your potential, I knew you deserved to be my heir. I hoped I’d have time to teach you all I knew. Alas, I only had a few days. But I do think you received a crash course. Not just from me, but Duke Charle as well. Remember him, and remember me. His compassion, his courage, my honor, my integrity. Those are what it takes to be a great ruler.”

“I will try, Uncle. And I swear, that when I am done, House Thul will no longer be beholden to those pigs in the Empire!”

“Good. Take it one step at a time until you’re good and ready. But when you are, do not hesitate. I have faith, that you will emerge triumphant.”

*

Aboard the Oppressor

Darth Angral, the second-greatest Sith of the era, breathed so heavily that spittle flew from his snarling lips. Sweat poured down his furrowed brow, and his ignited Lightsaber trembled in his clenched fist.

Several of his trusted servants lay dead around him, including Admiral Hacklin.

The alien’s provocation had struck home, had left him eager to meet his enemy head-on. But his servants had gotten in his way, and he had cut them down in his fury.

Hacklin’s last words had been of disbelief. “In the end, this is all your friendship is worth, my Lord?” But Angral could not care.

“You… you got in my way! You…” He turned to his bridge. “Set course for Alderaan. Now!”

“We can’t, Dark Lord!” the helmsman whimpered. “Admiral Hacklin locked the controls before he died. We need to perform a full system reset, and that will take four weeks!” He was silenced by Angral’s Lightsaber entering his gut.

“GET US UNDERWAY!” He howled.

“You can kill them all, if it makes you happy,” the holo on his left said snidely. “But then you’ll be stuck here… forever. Even the Force can’t help you run a ship this size, by yourself. Not that it was ever your servant. Nepotism was all that got you where you are today. Besides, didn’t you hear your helmsman? Your ship is locked!”

“Shut your trap, Malgus!”

The Sith on the other end just laughed. “Touchy, touchy! Is that how you beg someone for help?”

“I am not begging!”

“You should be!” Malgus gloated. “The Jedi’s words were so accurate, he might have been trained to be a Black Requiem Sniper! You are weak, you are pathetic, and now the whole galaxy has heard it! Because you have lost the strongest pillars of your power base. Praven, Nefarid, Sadic. Because you fight from the most secure portion of the back lines. Because you are afraid of your own Apprentices. And because you allowed a fifteen-year-old to challenge you, and could not respond.”

“You’ve had your fun, Malgus. Ease off.” Darth Barras was ever a thorn in Angral’s backside, so he wasn’t calling off Malgus out of any goodwill. “You know that you can’t attack him directly, don’t you? You need to finish constructing the Desolator. That is the Emperor’s decree.”

“What do you have to gain from my victory, Baras?”

“Other than the annihilation of our enemies? Nothing. But it occurs to me, that if a Darth such as yourself fails while all eyes are upon you, it’s a blow to the authority of us all. Watch your back, Angral. Try not to die until you’ve served your limited purpose. Remember; the Emperor won’t stop you this time.”

“Good. Good. Every Jedi in the Galaxy will die. And that boy… his death will be slow, painful, and above all, satisfying.”

“More promises, as usual,” Malgus sighed. “You no longer have capable servants to throw at your problems. Do not forget that all of your victories in the war were because of me. I handed you Coruscant and Korriban. I broke through Alderaan and Balmorra. Now, you are all alone. You may be a coward and a blowhard, but try to learn some self-awareness, even this late in your life. You will not win by playing at being a true Sith. Finish your project, then attack from the cover of darkness. Try to shiver as you do it. That is your path to victory."

"Despite his taunts, that is actually sound advice, cowardly one,” Barras laughed heartily. “I suggest you get back to it. Oh, and don’t expect replacements for the officers you’ve just slain. The Empire is supposed to have washed its hands of you, remember? Do not call us again, until you have your prototype ready.”

Both holos disappeared, and Angral was left to continue his fuming. Around him, his hapless crew barely breathed as they waited for the shoe to fall. More than one pair of trousers had been drenched, but no one dared try to leave the bridge. All they could do, was hope their Lord calmed down. And soon.

“Perform that full reset,” Angral said hoarsely. “I will be in my chambers.” He turned on his heel and walked out. As one, his crew breathed a sigh of relief.

*

Organa Castle

Vajra called Major Var Suthra immediately after informing the Organas of what had transpired. He only had to wait a couple of minutes before he was put through.

“Well done, Master Jedi! With this, the last remaining project has been kept out of Angral’s hands!”

“Our info was wrong. He had the laser working the whole time. The only reason why you didn’t see mass murder and mayhem run loose on Alderaan, was because Nefarid had hoped to use it on Angral.”

“To think that Alayna Hark managed to get him enough information for him to replace that antenna so quickly…”

“Enemy espionage showed its skill every step of the way. I’ll repeat what I said before; invest in security before you go for weapons.”

“Given my failures, I have no choice but to take that to heart. This has been… a humbling experience.”

“What will you do now?”

“I will have to submit all of my files to an oversight committee and prepare to be judged. Thankfully, the task has been taken on by Supreme Commander Rans himself. He worries that a Senator might try to steal some of the information.”

“And leave us back in square one.”

“Exactly. I will be evaluated for having allowed so many, many security breaches, as well as the unethical projects like the Power Guard. If I’m lucky, I will be allowed to continue serving at my present rank. If I’m unlucky, I might be dishonorably discharged. Worst case scenario, I might face imprisonment.”

“I can advocate for you—”

“No need, Master Jedi. I will face the consequences of my actions and failures.”

“I see. Good luck to you then.”

“What about you? What’s next for the triumphant hero?”

“I have been asked to receive Duke Organa’s body and Baron Thul’s surrender, in my capacity as Paladin. I will also be leading the funeral proceedings tomorrow.”

“A real honor. One you most definitely deserve.”

“Thank you for saying so, Major.”

“One thing’s for sure; my part may be over, but yours is not. Not until you’ve stopped Angral himself. I will continue to follow your career with great interest. Var Suthra out.”

Kira stretched out like a cat once the transmission had ended, and sprawled onto the sofa. “Maaan, that feels great! I think I need to order myself something cool. Staying cloaked for that long was a little taxing.”

“You did splendidly, Kira. You saved my life, too. And gave Nefarid the shock of his life! Did you manage to record it?”

She pointed at her belt, which was hanging from a chair several meters away. “I’ll show you tomorrow.”

“The Master orders…”

“Screw you. Just this once, I’m pretending we’re not Master and Padawan. Are you gonna take that from me?"

"I guess not. Want me to massage your forehead?"

"My shoulders and feet, too. Thanks. You’re a good kid.”

*

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