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6lostgirl6 · 11 months

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Ties That Bind Part 1

Pairing: Yandere!Anakin Skywalker x Fem Jedi!Reader

TW: General Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder

A/N: I am very excited to be sharing another wonderful collab with the amazing person @britany1997! She has been very supportive and an absolute joy to work with! We have shared many laughs together while working on this fic! She is a very talented writer and friend and you should send her your love! She deserves it! I love you Britany! ❤️

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Sweat pooled around Anakin as he sprang forward in bed, gasping in a haze of fear and anger. His head fell to his hands as he struggled to catch his breath.

Sleep had eluded him for months as every night ended the same, with visions of your corpse flashing through his tortured mind.

Anakin discarded his blanket in frustration, grabbed your picture from his work bench, and sat on the floor to meditate.

His brow furrowed as he attempted to squash his rage and uncertainty, to let them go and let the force fill him with the comfort he needed.

But to let go of his emotion, would be to let go of you.

Though he mumbled to himself, ‘there is no emotion, there is peace, there is no passion, there is serenity,’ he couldn’t make himself believe that. You were his peace, you were his serenity.

He abandoned his meditation in a huff. Anakin liked to think he was a patient man, a good Jedi. Yet how could he sit back and do nothing? The visions would never stop, it was time to take matters into his own hands.

Despite his failures at meditating and stopping his mind from whirling, he was struck by a solution. He was deep in concentration, staring at the ground, your picture nestled against his uncovered chest.

The visions would undoubtedly stop if he could protect you and keep you safe from harm. What if the force hadn't been working against him after all? He was immediately filled with purpose, a fire in his eyes that couldn't ever be extinguished. He will defend you even if it means doing the unthinkable and abandoning the Jedi code.

What other reason would there be besides protecting the one you loved the most, even if it required being selfish? Absolutely nothing was of greater significance than you, his long-time friend, whom he had been pining over for many years. The forbidden feelings he could no longer ignore. There was no greater reason, no other reason, than you.

It was all for love.

Despite the summons from the Chancellor, Anakin thought the Galaxies Opera House was well worth the journey through Coruscant. Though the visions of your impending death haunted him, Squid Lake, a strange ballet performed by a team of Mon Calamari acrobats, calmed his worries and enabled his mind to focus on something far more pleasant. He wished he could take you to one as lovers rather than as companions one day once you are away from harm. The Chancellor, however, required his attention once more.

His eyes were focused ahead as he said, "The Sith and the Jedi are similar in almost every way, including their quest for greater power." The Chancellor’s face bore a deep and serious expression.

“The Sith rely on their passion for their strength; they think inwards, only about themselves.” Anakin answered back firmly, turning his head towards him as he spoke.

“And the Jedi don’t?” asked the Chancellor, turning his attention towards Anakin without wavering, his eyes never leaving his face.

“The Jedi are selfless, they only care about others.” Anakin spoke strongly, turning his attention forward, just before the Chancellor continued to speak, making Anakin's blood run cold.

“Although they prevent you from loving freely in accordance with your own desires. They would never approve of your love for your friend or the things you would do for her.” He spoke with a voice filled with stomach-churning truth. “Your companion, (Y/N).”

Anakin turned to face the older man, his eyes wide with surprise as he whispered quietly. "How did you know-"

"I know many things, Anakin." He responded. "You say they are selfless and care about others. But what would the council say if they learned of your hidden desires, your affection that you have for your fellow Jedi?"

For once, Anakin couldn't speak because the Chancellor's words struck him deeply. His eyes were fixed on the opera playing ahead of him as he slowly sunk into his chair. He wasn't watching the event, though; instead, he was fixated on his thoughts, his visions of your approaching demise, and the possibility that the council would learn of his feelings for you. They'd shun him. He couldn't save you if they were in the way. His heart was pounding, and his mind was racing.

It was the Chancellor's voice that silenced his racing thoughts.

“You ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise?”

No, he would not let them stop him from loving you, from saving you.

Your saber clashed against Anakin’s as you traded swipes back and forth. He smirked as you narrowly missed his shoulder. You stuck out your tongue in reply.

It’d probably be easier to spar with someone else, you and Anakin had trained together as Padawans, practically grown up together. He knew every move you’d make before you could even think to make it. But, unfortunately for him, you could anticipate his every move as well.

You leaped as he swiped his saber at your feet, “missed again Ani,” you teased. You noticed a strange expression cross his face when you uttered his name, but it quickly vanished.

“You’re lucky today,” he smirked, “but luck runs out.” Anakin swiped his foot behind yours, causing you to tumble onto your back, he stood over you, lightsaber pointed towards your chest.

You groaned, “fine, I yield.”

He chuckled as he switched his weapon off and offered you his arm to pull you to your feet. “Better luck next time?” he teased.

“Ha ha,” you mumbled humorlessly, as you allowed him to pull you up.

"Let's not pretend you didn't cheat, Ani." You continued jokingly. You leaned over to grab your fallen lightsaber when you failed to notice the unknown expression resurfacing on his face. However, it did not completely disappear, his darkening eyes fixated on your body, images racing through his mind of scenarios unsuitable for a Jedi.

He adored it when you addressed him as such.

His expression returned to normal as you straightened up, and he had a mischievous smile on his face once again. "Never, ever underestimate your opponent." He chuckled as he extinguished his lightsaber and attached the hilt to his belt.

“Yeah, Yeah.” You replied, the smile refusing to vanish from your expression.

"Come now; I only tease." Anakin remarked softly, staring at you with a more genuine smile, one that could compete with the sun if he so desired. Since you were both padawans, he has consistently been an enchanting man. He had a way of charming himself out of most trouble and making one's heart feel like it was going to burst.

This was a secret you kept hidden within your heart for many years, the sentiments you had for Anakin that were more than just friendship. However, according to the Jedi code and attachment regulations, you did everything you could to drive those emotions away. Your feelings got less difficult to disguise as you practiced meditation and late-night self-reflection. In addition, you knew in your core that Anakin was an exceptionally gifted Jedi and that your affections for him were never going to be reciprocated.

“Everything alright?”

You recovered from your subconscious, glancing at Anakin as he stood directly in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed in slight concern.

"Yes, I'm sorry." You replied before reactivating your lightsaber, your eyes bright with purpose and your smile returning. "Let's continue."

After many long hours of trading blows, you and Anakin were huffing, your foreheads drenched with sweat.

“Call it a night?” you asked as Anakin wiped his brow clean.

“Mhmm,” he hummed in reply, “it’s late, want an escort back to your quarters?”

You laughed. He didn’t.

“No Ani it’s fine,” you promised, “I think I can manage the couple of steps it takes to get there.”

“It’s on my way anyway,” he protested.

You shot him a confused expression, “on your way to where?”

“To the archives,” he told you nonchalantly, “I needed to look into something.”

Your brow furrowed, “look into what?”

He groaned, tugging gently at your arm, “just let me escort you.”

“Fine, fine,” you reluctantly caved.

He offered you his shoulder, a smirk painted on his face. You scoffed and punched his arm instead, causing a soft laugh to fall from his lips.

He smiled and shook his head at your stubbornness, you never made anything easy. But it didn’t matter, he’d never been one to back down from a challenge.

The walk to your quarters passed quickly as you exchanged stories with Anakin. You clutched your stomach as tears rolled down your cheeks as he told you the story of his last battle with General Grevious. Anakin had spent so much time with Obi Wan over the years, Anakin’s impression of his sarcastic banter was spot on.

“Well this is me,” you joked, gesturing to your door. Anakin nodded but didn’t move to head towards the archives.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, “…so I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He seemed to snap from his momentary trance, “yes of course,” Anakin hesitated, “do you need anything else before I go?”

Your head cocked to one side, “no, not really.”

Walking you to your room had been strange in itself, this was ridiculous. “Ani…” you bit your lip, “are you ok?”

Anakin seemed taken aback by your sudden question, “of course,” he composed himself, “I better be off to the archives, I’ll see you for training in the morning.”

You watched him walk off before slipping into your room. You sat down to meditate, but you couldn’t rid your mind of Anakin’s weird behavior. Something wasn’t right.

You sighed, coming to terms with the fact that you would not be one with the force tonight and crawling into bed. As you drifted to sleep a thought popped into your head.

Weren’t the archives in the opposite direction?

Anakin sent a glass flying into his wall in frustration. He watched as it shattered, spraying shards onto the floor around his work desk.

He threw his head into his hands. He could monopolize your training time, walk you to your quarters every night, wake up early to be at your door every morning.

But it would only take one second, one second where he left you alone, one second where he wasn’t right by your side, one second and you were gone forever.

If he balled his fists any harder, his fingernails would slice the skin. He knew what he had to do. You might hate him for a moment, but he could live with that.

But if you died? There was no living if not with you.

The Jedi Temple was destroyed.

Your fellow Jedi were slaughtered in cold blood.

You could feel your heart frantically beating as you rushed through the halls of pure massacre, the walls forever tarnished by the horrors that had been committed. Fellow Jedi that you’ve trained with are lying on the floor lifeless, and some are in cauterized pieces. You felt like you could throw up at any moment, the hilt of your lightsaber held in your shaky grasp. You were in a state of delirium; your thoughts were filled with dueling lightsabers and people screaming in fear. However, there was one thing that was absolutely certain.

You needed to find Anakin.

‘Please, let him be safe.’ You thought to yourself as you managed to turn a corner, your other hand gripping your ribcage, your heart threatening to explode. ‘By the force, please protect him.’

You were anxious to find him, yet filled with dread. Your mind was racing with images of his form in pieces, his eyes lifeless without any warmth. It almost made the journey too much to bear.

You rounded another corner that led towards the entrance of one of the temple’s many great halls. As you pushed through the entrance, a heavy feeling filled your chest, and you were completely unable to go any further. Your eyes were wide, and you could feel your breath failing you.

As you gazed into the distance, you noticed a familiar figure, clad in a brown robe with a hood covering his face, that you had never failed to recognize, even at a distance. As the figure walked towards you, a large group of clone soldiers followed behind him, weapons drawn. In his hand was his own lightsaber, which he clutched tightly in his grasp.

Anakin.

"Ani!” You cried, disengaging your lightsaber and rushing towards him with tears in your eyes, prepared and ready to meet him with a sense of relief.

You threw your arms around him, tears rolling down your face as you sobbed. He returned your embrace, arms wrapping around the small of your back, pulling you into his chest.

“Ani,” you muttered between sobs, “I’m so glad you’re ok, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

He tightened his grip on your waist, holding you close, “I know what you mean…”

You sniffled as you tried to gather yourself, “Anakin, so many lives…” you hiccuped, “what happened.”

“Only what needed to.”

“What?” you exclaimed as you looked up to meet his eyes.

The sight of his blood stained face made you gasp. No. This wasn’t the Anakin you knew. This couldn’t be happening.

But it was. The man you’d carried a torch for all these years, your best friend and confidant, stood before you, clothed in the blood of your friends.

You pushed against his chest, trying to escape from his grasp but he refused to let you go. He held you tightly against him with one arm, using his other hand to brush hair from your face affectionately. A gesture that once would have made you blush now filled you with malice.

“I know you don’t understand now, but you will my love,” he whispered, “now sleep.”

“Anakin…no…” you fought a losing battle to keep your eyes open. You were strong in the force, but Anakin was stronger.

Your head lulled to the side as you fell asleep in his arms.

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britany1997 · 11 months

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Ties That Bind

Part One

Yandere Anakin Skywalker x Fem Jedi Reader

Surprise y’all! I’m so incredibly excited to share part one of this collab fic with @6lostgirl6 !!!! Sixx and I put equal work into this so please go and show her some love! I loved working with my bestie on this it was so fun and she’s so kind and encouraging❤️

Warnings: general yandere behavior, mentions of deaths

Dividers from @6lostgirl6

Sweat pooled around Anakin as he sprang forward in bed, gasping in a haze of fear and anger. His head fell to his hands as he struggled to catch his breath.

Sleep had eluded him for months as every night ended the same, with visions of your corpse flashing through his tortured mind.

Anakin discarded his blanket in frustration, grabbed your picture from his work bench, and sat on the floor to meditate.

His brow furrowed as he attempted to squash his rage and uncertainty, to let them go and let the force fill him with the comfort he needed.

But to let go of his emotion, would be to let go of you.

Though he mumbled to himself, ‘there is no emotion, there is peace, there is no passion, there is serenity,’ he couldn’t make himself believe that. You were his peace, you were his serenity.

It was all for love.

His eyes were focused ahead as he said, "The Sith and the Jedi are similar in almost every way, including their quest for greater power." The Chancellor’s face bore a deep and serious expression.

“The Sith rely on their passion for their strength; they think inwards, only about themselves.” Anakin answered back firmly, turning his head towards him as he spoke.

“And the Jedi don’t?” asked the Chancellor, turning his attention towards Anakin without wavering, his eyes never leaving his face.

“The Jedi are selfless, they only care about others.” Anakin spoke strongly, turning his attention forward, just before the Chancellor continued to speak, making Anakin's blood run cold.

Anakin turned to face the older man, his eyes wide with surprise as he whispered quietly. "How did you know-"

It was the Chancellor's voice that silenced his racing thoughts.

“You ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise?”

No, he would not let them stop him from loving you, from saving you.

Your saber clashed against Anakin’s as you traded swipes back and forth. He smirked as you narrowly missed his shoulder. You stuck out your tongue in reply.

You leaped as he swiped his saber at your feet, “missed again Ani,” you teased. You noticed a strange expression cross his face when you uttered his name, but it quickly vanished.

“You’re lucky today,” he smirked, “but luck runs out.” Anakin swiped his foot behind yours, causing you to tumble onto your back, he stood over you, lightsaber pointed towards your chest.

You groaned, “fine, I yield.”

He chuckled as he switched his weapon off and offered you his arm to pull you to your feet. “Better luck next time?” he teased.

“Ha ha,” you mumbled humorlessly, as you allowed him to pull you up.

He adored it when you addressed him as such.

“Yeah, Yeah.” You replied, the smile refusing to vanish from your expression.

“Everything alright?”

You recovered from your subconscious, glancing at Anakin as he stood directly in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed in slight concern.

"Yes, I'm sorry." You replied before reactivating your lightsaber, your eyes bright with purpose and your smile returning. "Let's continue."

After many long hours of trading blows, you and Anakin were huffing, your foreheads drenched with sweat.

“Call it a night?” you asked as Anakin wiped his brow clean.

“Mhmm,” he hummed in reply, “it’s late, want an escort back to your quarters?”

You laughed. He didn’t.

“No Ani it’s fine,” you promised, “I think I can manage the couple of steps it takes to get there.”

“It’s on my way anyway,” he protested.

You shot him a confused expression, “on your way to where?”

“To the archives,” he told you nonchalantly, “I needed to look into something.”

Your brow furrowed, “look into what?”

He groaned, tugging gently at your arm, “just let me escort you.”

“Fine, fine,” you reluctantly caved.

He offered you his shoulder, a smirk painted on his face. You scoffed and punched his arm instead, causing a soft laugh to fall from his lips.

He smiled and shook his head at your stubbornness, you never made anything easy. But it didn’t matter, he’d never been one to back down from a challenge.

“Well this is me,” you joked, gesturing to your door. Anakin nodded but didn’t move to head towards the archives.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, “…so I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He seemed to snap from his momentary trance, “yes of course,” Anakin hesitated, “do you need anything else before I go?”

Your head cocked to one side, “no, not really.”

Walking you to your room had been strange in itself, this was ridiculous. “Ani…” you bit your lip, “are you ok?”

Anakin seemed taken aback by your sudden question, “of course,” he composed himself, “I better be off to the archives, I’ll see you for training in the morning.”

You watched him walk off before slipping into your room. You sat down to meditate, but you couldn’t rid your mind of Anakin’s weird behavior. Something wasn’t right.

You sighed, coming to terms with the fact that you would not be one with the force tonight and crawling into bed. As you drifted to sleep a thought popped into your head.

Weren’t the archives in the opposite direction?

Anakin sent a glass flying into his wall in frustration. He watched as it shattered, spraying shards onto the floor around his work desk.

He threw his head into his hands. He could monopolize your training time, walk you to your quarters every night, wake up early to be at your door every morning.

But it would only take one second, one second where he left you alone, one second where he wasn’t right by your side, one second and you were gone forever.

If he balled his fists any harder, his fingernails would slice the skin. He knew what he had to do. You might hate him for a moment, but he could live with that.

But if you died? There was no living if not with you.

The Jedi Temple was destroyed.

Your fellow Jedi were slaughtered in cold blood.

You needed to find Anakin.

You were anxious to find him, yet filled with dread. Your mind was racing with images of his form in pieces, his eyes lifeless without any warmth. It almost made the journey too much to bear.

Anakin.

"Ani!” You cried, disengaging your lightsaber and rushing towards him with tears in your eyes, prepared and ready to meet him with a sense of relief.

You threw your arms around him, tears rolling down your face as you sobbed. He returned your embrace, arms wrapping around the small of your back, pulling you into his chest.

“Ani,” you muttered between sobs, “I’m so glad you’re ok, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

He tightened his grip on your waist, holding you close, “I know what you mean…”

You sniffled as you tried to gather yourself, “Anakin, so many lives…” you hiccuped, “what happened.”

“Only what needed to.”

“What?” you exclaimed as you looked up to meet his eyes.

The sight of his blood stained face made you gasp. No. This wasn’t the Anakin you knew. This couldn’t be happening.

But it was. The man you’d carried a torch for all these years, your best friend and confidant, stood before you, clothed in the blood of your friends.

“I know you don’t understand now, but you will my love,” he whispered, “now sleep.”

“Anakin…no…” you fought a losing battle to keep your eyes open. You were strong in the force, but Anakin was stronger.

Your head lulled to the side as you fell asleep in his arms.

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slaptasticturtle · 6 months

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Dark Side

Yandere Male Sith x GN Soldier Reader

Warnings:Death (not reader), unhealthy relationships, mentions of stalking, torture

The sith empire had launched its third attack on Coruscant, hoping to once again destroy the Republic's capital. The Sith Civil War had recently ended after Darth Malgus was killed by the Emperor's Wrath. The Emperor, to boost morale to the citizens of their empire, ordered that Coruscant be taken. That is what the Emperor's Voice claimed, anyways.

Y/n had risen the ranks in previous battles, taking Kashykk back, defending Naboo, and helping the divided Alderan people during a skirmish that luckily did not turn into a civil war; they were now a commander. They led a small battalion of soldiers, and now only needed to listen to the Jedi General. The General assigned to them was Jedi Knight Milo Cortez, a great duelist but arrogant. His arrogance almost caused the loss of Naboo and the soldiers under his command when ordered a charge on a well defended fort. Only due to the quick thinking of Y/n, who led the remaining troops through the forest and launched a surprise attack on the imperial camp, were they able to win.

The empire had amassed a massive navy; 20 destroyers, 3 capital ships, and 14 carriers. They would easily overwhelm the current Coruscant navy. The Imperial fleet was under the command of Darth Dread, a Formidable sith who had not yet lost a conflict. He had killed his master within a week of being an apprentice, killed his handler during the selection process, and killed a darth who he believed was keeping the empire from winning the war on Daantoine. He was awarded the title of Darth after he lead a major victory on Tatooine, which left the republic Influence on the planet as non-existant.

The main Battle would be on the surface. The Emperor's voice states that the emperor wanted to capture the capital as intact as it could be, so it could become a symbol of the empires strength. That is why Darth Dread was chosen, he preferred beating his enemies with better tactics and skill rather than just bombarding them. Unfortunately, that meant that Y/n's platoon might run into him.

Y/n's platoon had been there by chance, having only gone to receive a mission and so that Milo could brag about his glorious victory of Alderan (which his efforts made the situation worse.) He was astonished to see that Y/n was made a commander, as he viewed them as nothing but a distraction from his own greatness. Why did there need to be a commander, when he was the general? Regardless, Milo viewed the upcoming war as a great way to flex his greatness. Y/n viewed it as a incoming Republic massacre that they were not ready for. When the first republic ship was destroyed, Y/n immediately ordered the senate tower to be barricaded. They ordered their troops to get in position and recommended that Milo be ready to duel Darth Dread if he arrives. Milo scoffed, but took the order anyways; defeating Darth Dread would surely make him a master, maybe even a council member.

Darth Dread, still on his ship, watched the barrage of lasers being shot from his ion cannons towards a Republic Cruiser. He turned to his deck hand and gritted his teeth in anticipation

Darth Dread:"how many troops has our spy reported?"

Shiphand:"Not many, the Republic was not suspecting an attack. Only the Coruscant guard, a few jedi, and a platoon that arrived by chance."

Darth Dread:"tell me about the Jedi and the platoon."

Shiphand:"there is four Jedi Knights and one master Jedi. The platoon is a small incursion force, meant to launch attacks when least expected, fortify undefendable positions, and help with violent political issues. They are lead by a Jedi Knight named Milo Cortez and a Trooper named Y/n that was promoted to Commander when they arrived."

Darth Dread:"I have heard of this platoon, the recent loss on Naboo infuriated my former Apprentice who lead the battle. He complained that the Commander defied the idiotic Jedi and won the battle. The Jedi should be easy to dispose of, but I want that Commander, alive. Their tactics might be good use to the Empire."

Shiphand:"yes my lord."

Darth Dread stared at the planet surface. He had killed his apprentice after the battle of Naboo. The commander that outsmarted his apprentice intrigued him. His apprentice was not one that could have been easily bested; so maybe the commander, if force sensitive, could become his new apprentice. Otherwise, they could be his new deckhand. His current one was growing lax which allowed a rebel fleet to escape while he took Tatooine.

Y/n was busy preparing the defence. One entrance, no exits, only retreat would be to random senator chambers and offices. The Republic could not hold this position forever, but they could go down swinging. If Y/n had to guess, they could easily kill 20 Imperials for every republic soldier lost. That was, of course, if Milo did not screw anything up. Milo had grown jealous of a fellow Jedi who had been crowned the Hero of Tython, and now Milo would do risky maneuvers that looked grand to hopefully boost the publics view of him. He wanted to be as famous as the Hero of Tython, if not more.

Y/n didn't have their normal weapons on them. They left them on the ship, as no weapons were allowed inside the senate tower unless you were a coruscant guard. Luckily the armory had more than enough blasters, but Y/n's custom blaster rifle and revolver were still on the transport. The troops around Y/n were nervous. They knew that they would die, but they still bad a small amount if hope that a counter attack could appear before then. Y/n knew that would not happen. The largest issue with the republic was that each planet had the complete control of their own troops and ships. No one would risk their entire defense just so Coruscant could be saved. Coruscant would have to be retaken after this battle was far over. They were going to be left to die.

Darth Dread had taken his personal transport to the surface, where most of his troops had already landed. His army matched the coruscant guard nearly 10 to 1, and on top of that; the guard was mostly on the lower levels of coruscant. Darth Dread marched his way to the senate tower and noticed the entrance was barricaded. He drew his lightsaber, igniting it into a dark crimson. He twirled it in his hand a few times before thrusting it into the barricade. He dragged it the the ground before pulling the blade out. He walked a few steps back, turned, and thrust his hands forward. The barricade split into two and flew from the entrance. No republic troops stood behind it, but he noticed a Jedi stand and ignite their blade into a bright blue. Darth Dread could feel the arrogance and feeling of superiority of the jedi, and Darth Dread smirked. He turned to the troopers and noticed the commander with their arm up, signaling a "hold your fire" command. He felt a strong hatred in them and the troops towards the republic that left them to die. He announced to the troops

Darth Dread:"anyone in the platoon lead by Commander Y/n can live if they lay down their arms. I respect Y/n's ingenuity and would like to offer them a job. I shall not kill or allow the death of anyone who does not fire a shot at me or my soldiers."

Y/n paused, but as they opened their mouth to respond, Milo spoke up

Milo:"MY troops will not listen to the words of a sith. They are loyal to me and only me. Surely you have heard of me, as I am the one who leads these troops. Face me, and meet your demise sith."

Darth Dread looked annoyed, his yellow eyes gaining a bit of fire orange in them, before he smirked once again

Darth Dread:"General Milo I presume, my spies were right about you. Arrogant, Boastful, and Jealous. Not the traits of a jedi. You are the only one I shall not spare. Now then, I am asking your troops if they wish to live."

Y/n looked around at their troops. None of them seemed to want to fight. Y/n knew these people, none of them cared for the republic. They joined because they were conscripted. Now they were being left to die by the republic they were supposed to protect. While Y/n did not agree with the empire, or how they allowed the sith to run amok, Y/n did know that Darth Dread was a man of his word. One of the few sith that actually made moves to end the war. While working for the empire would mean doing bad things, it meant they wouldn't have any bad thing happen to their troops. Y/n looked around one last time before peering over their fortification.

Y/n:"My troops have no loyalty to the republic, Jedi, Sith, or Empire. They only have loyalty to eachother. That will exist no matter who they serve. If you give your word that no harm shall come to any of us, I'm sure my troops will surrender. However, I shall only join if you promise that you shall lead us personally. I do not want my troops going to any other sith or officers."

Milo looked shocked, then rage filled his face. He pointed his blade towards the direction of Y/n. He began to walk forwards when he felt a shift in the force. He quickly turned and narrowly blocked the blade of the sith. Darth Dread didn't even glance at Milo, staring at Y/n. He spoke, not putting effort into the fight with the struggling Milo.

Darth Dread:"I give you my word that I shall personally command your troops. Once I have dealt with this jedi, I shall bring you aboard my ship."

Y/n nodded, and without saying a word, began to walk towards the exit. All of their troops followed. All of them had seen the worst of the republic. The republic, before the war, was better than the empire. However they had become corrupt, and allowed this nearly thousand year war consume the entire identity of the republic.

Milo was shocked. His entire platoon had just betrayed him. He clashes his blade against Darth Dread's, who was deflecting and blocking blows while not even looking at the fight. He just watched the platoon leave the tower. Darth Dread turned as the last troop left and smirked. He thrust his blade towards Milo's leg, who barely blocked. Milo took a step back and deflected another blow. Milo realized how truly weak he was at that moment. It was taking nearly everything out of Milo, yet Darth Dread had not even tapped into the force to aid him. The blades clashed once again, Milo's arm slamming into the wall as the force of the hit was to much. He quickly regained his footing, while Darth Dread only watched.

Another Jedi entered from one of the offices. They had been guarding the senator from Mon Calamari, but had decided to join the battle when they heard the clash. The jedi was a Master, which was shown by their robes. They drew a green blade and leaped into the battle. Upon the entrance of the jedi, Darth Dread drew a second Saber. It ignited a deep amber, and he held it up in time to block the strike. He backed up so both jedi would be infront of him. He was finally going to use some effort.

Darth Dread flicked his fingers forwards, launching a barrage of lightning towards Milo. Milo was to slow to respond and was hit by it. He was launched into the wall and had to take a second to regain his breath, limbs still twitching from the electricity. Darth Dread quickly engaged the master jedi, striking quickly and powerfully. The master stayed on the defense, but was slowly being backed into a wall. Milo rushed forward and attempted to strike Darth Dread in the back. Darth Dread lept into the air and landed behind Milo. Milo noticed he only had one blade and heard a sharp gasp behind him. A amber blade was stuck in the master's chest.

Dread saw an opening as he leapt, and threw his Saber into the masters chest as he reached the maximum height of the leap. The master, not expecting this, took a fatal wound. The sith now looked only at Milo, who was shocked. Milo grew angry and charged at Dread. Dread ducked under the blade, extended his arm, and called his still ignited blade back to his arm. Milo did not see this, to blinded by his emotions, which only ended when he felt a sharp pain. He glanced down, eyes widened in shock and pain, and saw the same amber blade glowing out of his chest. The saber fell to the ground, the blade retreating into the hilt, and Milo collapsed to his knees. He dropped his Saber to the ground as Dread walked to him. Dread simply glanced for but a moment, before kicking Milo over. He grabbed both his and Milo's blade, turned and left. He ordered his troops to execute every body that was still in the senate tower, other than his spy; the senator from Coruscant.

The remaining battle took only a few minutes before every senator on Coruscant was dead. Luckily for the republic, only 8 senators were stationed there. Y/n's troops waited for Dread's orders as he approached. Y/n spoke first.

Y/n:"My lord, what are our orders?"

Darth Dread:"your troops shall enter the transports. You shall follow me."

The troops saluted and walked to the sith troopers and the transports being boarded. They were welcomed with open arms as the sith troopers celebrated the major victory. Y/n followed Dread to his personal ship. Dread turned to them and began to explain.

Darth Dread:"I have heard of you and your achievements. You were able to catch my former apprentice off guard, which is not an easy task. The reason I spared you and your troops is that I respect you. I have felt a power emanating from you, and feel that I should train you. You shall become my apprentice. Please remove your helmet."

Y/n, shocked, slowly nodded and removed their helmet. Darth Dread, upon seeing their face for the first time, felt something pleasant. Something they had not known before. They had an attraction to Y/n. Surely this would pass, the sith thought, and he turned and motioned for Y/n to board the ship.

A few years of training passed. Y/n had learned the basics of the force and was surprisingly powerful. Not as much as Dread, but they far surpassed Milo and most Jedi/sith. Dread was a strict teacher, but felt his attachment grow stronger. His obsession began to fuel his powers more than his anger, and he had unknowingly become stronger than even the immortal Emperor. The emperor felt this, but was unable to do anything about it. He sent his wrath, who was quickly slain. He tried to drain the force out of Dread, which failed. His only hope was that Dread did not wish to engage him in combat. Vitiate was already hidden, but his fear grew every day that Dread grew in power. He ordered that nobody in the empire was to remove Y/n from Dread, as he feared that Dread would destroy the universe.

Dread, meanwhile, had noticeably gotten softer to Y/n. He no longer tortured them, allowed them to sleep for far longer, and refused to injure them during spars. He still did not allow them to win the spars, but he would not harm them. Y/n would often feel the force presence of Dread when they were supposedly alone. This was due to Dread feeling a need to watch his love. While he viewed them as beyond attractive, their personality is what created this strong obsession. He needed them. He craved them. Soon nothing would stand in either of their way.

Dread walked to the bridge of his ship, turned to the deckhand and gave the command.

Dread:"make way to Korriban."

Dread had one last obstacle in his way. He needed the war to end so he could indulge in his obsession fully. He was going to destroy the republic and the empire.

#star wars #yandere x reader #yandere sith #yandere star wars #romance #old republic #jedi #sith #x reader #reader #Darth Dread my OC

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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o-o-o-o, i am very grateful to you for your open requests! I hope you won't mind it, but is it possible to request more yandere obi-wan? (he needs more content, definitely). is it possible with that scenario, what will happen if a jedi!reader will run away from him and what will follow? and, if possible, can you add an angst from the reader missing his boyfriend/friend (perhaps anakin)?

in any case, i will be very grateful to you! thank you and remember that you are wonderful!

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Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Sith! Obi-Wan Kenobi X Jedi! f!Reader

Summary: You escape from Obi-Wan to come together with your boyfriend Anakin and he doesn't take it well.

Warnings: Smut, non-con, +18, cumming inside, forced relationship, kidnapping, isolating, yandere, dark, obsessive, possessive, controlling, mentions of killing

A/N: Thank you so much..🥺💜 You're right, he needs more content! I hope you like it.

Trying to escape without your lightsaber was utterly stupid, but you had no choice. He had of course taken your lightsaber from you when he kidnapped you and kept you locked in his room, completely defenseless, but you somehow managed to escape. Now you were in the middle of the danger, running to your boyfriend you were with before Obi-Wan kidnapped you. You missed Anakin so much and you knew he missed you too.

It didn't take long for them to realize that you had escaped. You could see the red lightsabers of the men looking for you as you ran to your lover without being seen by anyone. Fortunately it was dark and you were good at hiding.

Obi-Wan's obsession and desire for you pushed him to the dark side. He wanted you to join him, but you refused, so he kidnapped you. You left him no choice. He just wanted you, why didn't you understand?

No matter how much he forced you to love him, you refused him and dreamed of the day when you would run away and meet your true love. Obi-Wan knew your love for Anakin and he truly, deeply hated it. He wanted to kill him, but talented Anakin was able to defeat him. So he just kidnapped you and left him alone with the agony of being without you.

Your heart pounded with excitement. Your legs moved faster and you filled with hope as you got closer. But the red lightsaber that appeared right in front of you made you freeze where you were. He was Obi-Wan. You stumbled back and fell. He pulled his robe off and walked towards you, putting his lightsaber in his belt.

You couldn't do anything but cry when he got on top of you, ripped your clothes off, and fucked you there without mercy. He knew you were thinking of Anakin, he knew you wanted him, and it was making him fuck you even rougher. He grabbed your legs and pressed himself against you. He cum inside, saying that your destiny was written with him.

He wrapped your body with his robe and carried you to his ship. You looked at the place you were trying to escape. Where you're trying to reach Anakin. Obi-Wan would never let you go and he would never give you the freedom he always gave you anymore. You lost.

He was quiet along the way. His piercing and terrifying stare gave a chill down your spine. You didn't want to think about what would happen when he took you back to his place, but you couldn't avoid your inevitable fate. Eventually, with your head resting on his chest, he took you to his room and threw you on his bed. Totally pissed off.

"I'll make you forget Anakin." He turned you down and lifted your butt. He gripped your waist and butt hard enough to leave a handprint, and quickly pushed himself inside.

You didn't know how much time passed. He was incredibly strong and fucking you so hard that you didn't know how much longer you could hold on. You were dizzy, completely thrown into bed, and he was holding you like a doll. Your cries had turned into pitiful whimpers, and your eyes were closed.

"Oh, just like that. Who do you belong to, huh?" He hit your cervix and made you sob. You didn't want him to do it again like he did over and over again so you whispered. "You."

"Who do you love?" He hit again.

"You."

When you were about to pass out, he cum inside for the last time. Your tight walls and abused little hole was washed with his thick cum, half of on the bed was already dry.

You were unresponsive when he washed you, dressed you, and put you in a clean bed. You didn't make a sound and only tears rolled down your cheeks. Your life was very strict after that day. He never left your side. He made sure he was the only one you ever saw. No fighting, no lightsaber, you were not a Jedi or Sith. You were just his little darling and all you had to do was learn to love him.

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madmanwonder · 23 days

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Crossover Fusion Star Wars: Jedi AU + Sith AU + Yandere AU

With how obsessed Hiro and Ruby are with each other... have they forgotten about the mission to go after the other? Like if Hiro was supposed to save the village but then Ruby comes along.

Hiro was a brilliant and honorable jedi warrior who also moonlit as genius inventor who invents techlogical marvels far beyond the norm. But he hold one weakness...Ruby Tojo, the witch sith who was target of his obsesseion born from hatred and love.

His obsession was powerful enough to abadoned a village and even kill a few of them to chase after Ruby to make her submit to his hate-filled love.

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sea-owl · 11 months

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See the Bridgertons did try to keep their promise that if the Jedi Spouses fucked them, they'd behave BUT then they heard the spouses say the words "when they return home" and all bets were off because what do they mean go home??? Like go away?? No more sexy fun times?? THEY'RE DOOMED. THEY WON'T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE THAT

And after the threats are dealt with, the Bridgerton goes to extreme hilarious dumbass shenanigans because the second the spouses were preparing to leave the shared Bridgerton Braincell just shut off and they're all over the place trying to seduce (and probably failing) their husband/wife to stay.

I can totally see this being the first knee jerk reaction. The Bridgertons are like you can't get married, that's fine, you're still here. But go away???? You must stay!

I think though that it wouldn't take long for one of siblings to see their Jedi lovers get confused and possibly uncomfortable. Then they come to the realisation what they are doing is something their jedi lovers would not be okay with due to their no attachment. Just as their jedi have learned about their culture they have also learned about the jedi's culture. So they decide to practice the love their Jedi practice. They love them and let them go. Hurts like a bitch but it's for the best. The Jedi return to Coruscant. The Bridgertons get a warm feeling whenever they think about them, and it helps when they move forward.

Eventually Colin returns to the Galactic Senate, his duties as a senator could no longer be ignored. He's there for about a week when he gets a visitor.

"Senator a Jedi is here to see you," his protocol droid announces.

A certian red head flashes through Colin's mind, but he quickly squashes that hope. "Send them in," Colin tells his droid.

The red headed Jedi that Colin was hoping for actually walked in through his door. Colin will admit he does miss some of the advantages Mayton clothing had on Penelope's figure, but he does admit she looks far more natural in her robes.

She smiled at him and Colin gets that warm feeling again. "Senator Bridgerton."

"Knight Featherington." Colin waved out the droid.

The door closes behind the droid and Colin finds himself in the arms of his former lover. He can't help himself and technically she started it, it's only natural he kisses back.

"I missed you," Penelope said as they parted. "It took forever for us to have time for leave, but I suppose I'm the lucky one. You're here and the others have to go back to Mayton and back into those Force awful clothes while I get to be cozy here and-" Penelope paused. "You're confused."

"You're back," Colin said. "But you left?"

"Well yes," Penelope said. "There was obviously the mission report to do and other duties I had. Just as you have your duties to do in the senate. It's not like I didn't send my love for you through the Force. I know you probably won't feel it as clearly as say one of my fellow Jedi but-"

Colin's mind blanked. Sending her love? Was that the warm feeling he would get? Was that her? "Wait, wait, wait. You love me?"

"Of course," Penelope said like it was obvious. "Just as you love me."

Penelope feels more confusion coming for Colin and decides they should probably have a conversation.

"So you want a relationship . . . with me?" Colin asked her. "Won't that get you in trouble with the other jedi?"

Penelope rolled her eyes, "If it did then about a good fourth of the order is in trouble." She scooted closer to him. "I will admit relationships are extremely cautioned within the order, and we have rules that others probably don't. Such as with marriage, it would cause an attachment, a possessiveness over my partner I don't want. But romantic love is a natural thing, we don't forbid it. Now I can't promise what the future will bring, there will be times where I must ask you to let me go, even if temporality, and there will be times where I must let you go. But we can always have the option to come back to one another. We love one another, we can just be even if only for a little while."

Colin smiled and kissed Penelope again. When he pulled away he smirked down at her robes. Something about them was enticing.

Colin scooped Penelope up and started making his way to his bedroom. "Come on we have lost time to make up for."

Penelope giggled.

#bridgerton #jedi spouses #the other bridgertons and spouses have this same conversation when they see each other again #polin #i am taking a few creative liberties with my jedi #star wars au #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #my jedi spouses would probably bee the opposite to my yandere spouses

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jetiisyandereclones · 1 year

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Can I just be random and post a snippet of an idea for the end of the Yandere clone family au?

Spoilers for the idea ahead, it’s just too good to loose. The clone family au is in no way over yet, I simply needed to write it down while it was fresh.

Very rough… more of an idea than anything else, but enjoy.

Bode stood before Vera, watching out for any clones as the Jedi and civilians evacuated the shaking city.

“Go? What do you mean go?”

Vera looked at him sternly.

“I mean, leave. I will buy you time, lure the alphas back into the city. Their death will cripple their leadership for a while…give you a chance to find a new, safe home. For all of them.”

Bode shook his head. A frown creasing his handsome features as his eyes watered, refusing to beleive what he was hearing.

“No… that’s not the plan… that CANT be the plan! You, I… THEY need you!”

Vera smiled. A sad, gentle smile. Her eyes shone with affection and empathy.

“Bode. You made a VERY big mistake in the past. It’s time you fixed it. They need you more than you need me. Now go. That’s an order”

Bode shook his head, looking from the last of the evacuees back to Vera, who was already turning away. Turning from him, walking into her certain doom.

“No…NO! MASTER, VERA! There has to be another way!”

Vera paused, half turning to him.

“You’ll be alright bode.”

Bode then felt a giant, invisible hand gently pick him up and take him to the last drop ship left docked on the platform.

Bodes last veiw of his master, of his sister, was of her holding a hand out to him, her fist closed, before she dropped it and he felt that hold on him disappear too late to do anything, as the dropship doors were closing.

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Vera sighed as she watched the drop ship take off into the atmosphere.

Without any real need to hurry, she wandered back into the increasingly unstable city.

Despite the main supports for Tipoca being sabotaged and the cities shaking, she navigated it easily. Her home was familier. She knew it no matter what state it was in. Finally, she had reached her destination. The alpha clones barracks.

These barracks were given a spot of honour, above the waterline and on the edge of the city, in a location close to the bad batches barracks. She had been here often enough. Now, she knew she’d never leave them.

Vera picked a spot on the floor. Centre of the window, overlooking the ceaselessly rough ocean.

She kneeled, and focused.

Meditating had never been a strong suit of hers, but today it came easily. Perhaps she was too numb to feel any distraction. Or perhaps she was too focused on her task.

She reached out into the force, into the super highway of force signatures, wrapping around eachother like high tensile cables.

Everything on this planet had its own force signature. The water, the animals, the fish… all of it part of a delicate balance, all of it visible to her in the force.

What Vera was after though, was no small fish, but the very life of the ocean itself.

It was the main force thread… the largest and wildest part of this planets ecosystem.

Reaching out into the force, she tugged at it… unwound the threads that made up its signature, and wrapping them around her like she was the oceans puppet master.

Pull the thread, pull the ocean.

Taking a deep breath, Vera started to pull, encouraging the threads of the oceans force signature up.

Up and up and up…. It took a while, but eventually the ocean covered kamino like a blanket, like it did so long ago….

Coming out of her meditative trance, Vera looked out of the window and saw the giant wall of water that now weighed heavy on her shoulders, mind and soul.

The city crumbled and shook around her. The muted roar of the wild ocean outside reached her ears but still she felt no fear. Only regret and awe at the life around her.

How had she missed it all these years? Shed lived, trained and bleed in this city but never once did she take the time to stop... feel its life.

Not till now. Not till the very end.

It was... beautiful. In a sorrowful way.

No. She was not afraid. She was remorseful.

What could have once been a beautiful co-existence was now destroyed. What she might have once had with the alphas was gone as she felt them draw closer and closer to their doom.

She felt no fear.

Only mourned.

Mourned the life she would never have. The life she will soon steal from her oldest and dearest friends.

She felt them approach,

Alpha and Fordo were always so vibrant..so sharp in the force…. Bright like fire, sharp like pointed ice. She’d know them anywhere so it did not shock her when the doors to the barracks opened and they both stumbled in.

“Vera…” Fordo breathed, having long since abandoned his helmet.

Vera did not look at them. She just kept staring out the window.

“You should have evacuated with the rest of the clones….”

“You knew we’d come” alpha 17 stated. It was not a question. He didn’t ask questions.

Vera slowly stood up. Careful to keep the wave over kamino from falling. Not yet. She wasn’t ready yet.

“I did…. I’d hoped you wouldn’t….”

Fordo took a step forward. He was always the more…. Gentle, of the two. If that’s what you could call it.

“Vera. It’s not too late… we can fix this!”

Vera looked at him sadly. He was as handsome as ever. Both of them were.

“I’m sorry… but it’s over, for all of us”

The alphas then noticed what was outside the window. A giant wall of water set to consume the city and them in it,

Alpha snapped to action, running for Vera, but it was too late.

He could only shout out ‘Vera no!’ Before the Jedi dropped the wave, causing the city to crumble and fall into the ocean.

The three felt the room lurch and drop as millions of tonnes of water descended onto it, forcing the room under and into the ocean.

Vera blacked out, having hit her head in a bunk, the last thing she saw before things got too fuzzy was a flash of red and blue. She felt two sets of strong arms encase her as they slowly fell.

When she came back too it was dark.

There was no light save that of a small torch that was currently being held by alpha 17 as he inspected the walls and window.

The window was cracked, spider webs forming in it as the pressure of the water bore down against it. The walls were crumbling as well. Water was leaking into the room.

Vera still was not afraid.

She groaned a bit from moving and heard footsteps in the water. One of the alphas making their way towards her.

She felt large, rough hands grab her shoulders.

“Vera, can you hear me?” It demanded.

Fordo.

“Yeah Fordo, I can hear you.” Vera muttered.

“Good… these walls and window won’t last forever.”

Alpha 17.

“I’m sorry…. It had to be done.”

Vera sat up. She realised she was on one of the bunks, and she shuffle back so she could lean against the wall. She felt the paper thin matress dip as one of the two clones pulled themselves up to sit beside her, and she leaned against him.

Despising his use of armor in this situation, Vera grabbed his arm and started to remove it.

“What are you doing?” Alpha 17 muttered.

He didn’t attempt to stop Vera removing his armor.

“It’s cold… and I don’t want you to wear all this… not now. I wanna feel you… not the armor.

“We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t sunk us” Alpha grumbled.

From his tone Vera would have guessed this was a mere inconvenience to him. Like he’d gotten a speeder stuck, instead of being trapped and facing their deaths.

“I’d hoped you wouldn’t have followed me.” Vera said, finally happy to be resting against the warmth of his bulky arm, the thin blacks still wet from the water that was creeping into the room, reaching their toes.

“But… why? Why bring us into the city… why not just… leave with the others?” Fordo asked. There was no anger in his voice. Just confusion.

And that hurt Vera more than she’d care to admit.

“I… needed to give them a chance, not just to escape, but to live. To do that..l you had to be removed from the picture.”

There was silence for a few heartbeats then Fordo spoke, solemnly.

“Do you want to kill us, Vera?”

Vera’s eyes watered.

“No… not anymore. I… there was no other way… I’m sorry it came to this.”

Another few beats passed.

“You know… I never gave much thought to my death… but when I did spare it a moment, I always saw you with me” alpha chuckled mirthlessly.

“You must hate me for this…” Vera said quietly.

“Don’t do that. You know it’s not true… don’t waste what little time we have left.” Alpha barked.

Vera glared into the dark, but didn’t let go of his arm, taking Fordo’s hand when she felt it feel around in the darkness for her.

“What would you have me say then? That I’m sorry, that I wish I didn’t have to bring the city down on all three of us? Well then yes. I do think that.

But you know what, I don’t care.

I don’t care because I’m doing right by my people, by the galaxy.

It needs me to die far more than it needs me alive.”

The two alphas said nothing at veras outburst. But she felt fordos hand squeeze hers tighter.

“You know….this kind of reminds me how we first met… all those years ago… the deepest and darkest part of kamino” alpha stated.

“Minus the unrelenting rising waters…” Fordo added, noting how the level of water had now almost reached their knees.

“Yeah… you could stop it, you know? It’s not too late, we could bullshit our way outta this… like old times.”

Vera nuzzled into alphas arm.

“I could… but I won’t. I’m sorry. This isn’t about you, or me….”

Alpha sighed and leaned back against the wall, pulling Vera closer into his side, Fordo shuffling over to trap her between them.

He couldn’t be mad. Not really. How many men had he sacrificed during the war for the greater good? This was what they did. They died for the greater good. And she was dying with them.

He never really beleived what the other clones did, about the galaxy being too dangerous. He merely saw an opportunity and went with it… now they payed the price.

He wasn’t mad. He’d known Vera would strike sooner or later. He just… wished they didn’t have to go out like this.

“Is there… something else, after this?” Fordo asked quietly. A question he’d always pondered, but never asked out loud.

Vera paused for a moment.

“I… don’t remember much… from that time… but I do remember, peace, no fear, before I was resuscitated. Whatever’s going to happen next…. It’s nothing to be afraid of”

The water was now at their waists.

“I have my sabers…. I could make this quick… save us the pain of drowning….”

Vera took out one of her sabers and ignited it, the black blade doing nothing to illuminate the room, and you could only tell where the blade was by the white lines that glitched in and out of it.

Alpha gently pushed her arm down.

“I will not die like that… and leave you to suffer…. If you drown, I will too.

Vera blinked, desperately trying to keep her voice from shaking.

“Always so loyal…. You don’t owe me a thing, alpha. You don’t owe me your dedication.”

Alpha snorted

“And people say I’m dense. Fordo and I…we always knew you’d be the death of us. Have known for a long time. We aren’t staying because we owe you, we stay because we would rather suffer an agonising death than be without you.”

Vera squeezed her eyes shut, a tear rolling down her cheek and dropping silently into the water, which was now at their waists.

“I’ll try to make it painless…. Put us all in a trance, send our minds far away so we can’t feel anything….”

Fordo leaned down and kissed the top of Vera’s head.

“Together.” He asked.

Vera nodded.

“Yeah… I’ll send us to the same place…”

Alpha nudged her.

“Lead the way, general.”

@professional-yearner

#yandere clones #yandere clone family au #clone wars #yandere alpha 17 x jedi oc #Yandere Fordo x Jedi oc

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Kylo Ren pt. 2 (4/4)

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“What was he referring to?” Kylo Ren suddenly growled in my ear.

This broke my attention from Rey. I let out a quiet gasp, looking at his gaze, giving me such a warning.One of his hands began drifting to my head.

“She’s my girlfriend, Kylo Ren. You can imagine what we did,” I growled back, sending him a snarl. “Maybe I would consider you more if you weren’t such a villain.”

His glare moved to the woman, who was staring out a telescope. Even though my Force was not strong, I could feel the anger wash over the room. But, I focused on Rey once more, tuning into Snoke’s villain speech.

“—For you, all is lost.”

Rey suddenly summoned Kylo Ren’s lightsaber, igniting it immediately. Kylo Ren tensed, but didn’t move. All eyes were on Rey, and the red knights were on guard. Nobody moved as Snoke continued to taunt her, even with how furious she was.

“O-oh. And still that fiery spit of hope.” He raised his hand in mock surrender. “You have the spirit of a true Jedi!”

Rey suddenly charged at him. As badly as I was rooting for her, I had seen Snoke’s power. It was impalpable.

Just as she raised the lightsaber to strike him, he flicked his finger. She was sent flying back, the lightsaber falling right ant Kylo Ren’s feet. He shoved me aside and summoned it, stretching his fingers. Rey was sent sprawled on the floor, and I went to help her, but she was pulled to her knees by Snoke.

“And because of that, you must die.” He spun her toward us. She looked angry, but when her eyes flickered toward me, I saw it. Fear. She was scared. And I wanted so badly to help her. “My worthy apprentice, son of darkness, heir apparent to Lord Vader. Where there was conflict, I now sense resolve. Where there was weakness, strength.” I saw it in his eyes. He was conflicted. Confused. Weak. Everything Snoke was saying was to butter him up. Either that, or he was truly blind. “Complete your training, and fulfill. Your. Destiny.”

As he fired up the lightsaber, I did the only thing I could. I suddenly tugged on his sleeve. He turned to look at me. But I silenced him with a kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, and I knew how hungry he was for more. But I pulled away, pleading with my eyes. I then moved to his ears.

“Please. Do what’s right.”

With that, I let him go. He looked at me, still stunned from the surprise affection. I turned to Rey, but she did not seem angry. She knew that it was what I had to do in attempt to save her life. I was weak in the Force, but he was weak with me.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, walking forward. Rey was still panting, and they maintained a steady glaring contest. Well, Rey was glaring. Somehow, Kylo Ren’s anger had completely dissipated. He was contemplating.

He slowly began raising the lightsaber to her neck. It was gentle. But, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. The slow rotation of Rey’s lightsaber, turning toward Snoke.

“I know what I have to do,” Kylo stated.

“Ben,” she whispered. Of course she didn’t know what was going on behind her. She thought he was making the wrong choice, like every other time.

“You think you can turn him?” Snoke sneered. “Pathetic child. I cannot be betrayed, I cannot be beaten. I see his mind, I see his every intent. Yes… I see him turning the lightsaber to strike true.” The lightsaber was almost by her neck. My heart pleaded that he would not kill them both. That he would talk it out. He would do what was right. “And now, foolish child, he ignites it. And kills his true enemy!”

The Jedi lightsaber turned on, striking right through Snoke. I let out a cry of delight, and in that moment, I pulled the lightsaber to myself. Rey turned around as she was released from Snoke’s Force grip. She saw what had happened.

I took the lightsaber in my hands. The red knights immediately began to attack us, and Rey had no time to digest what had happened. Kylo tossed his lightsaber to Rey, deciding to use the Force as his weapon.

Rey and I collided back to back, ready to attack the red knights. Already, Kylo had forced some off the ledge and choked another. But Rey and I, our lightsabers clashed with the red counterparts. I felt a serge of confidence run through me. If I could stop Kylo Ren from hurting the love of my life, I could stop these queen of hearts bitches from doing it too.

But then, we were separated. I was surrounded by three distinct men, engaging in a stare down with my lightsaber extended, while Rey was struggling with one. I had to protect her.

One of them suddenly pulled out a whip. I took a few steps farther away, deciding to engage with the one to my left. I dashed at him. I barely blocked his hit, but I quickly recovered, stabbing him in the chest. He froze and collapsed. I turned tail, attempting to block the whip about to descend on me, but it was suddenly whisked away. Kylo Ren had come to my rescue, taking care of both of the soldiers.

I noticed Rey wasn’t handling herself very well. Kylo suddenly shouted,” Y/n, give me your saber!”

I obediently tossed it to him, and he caught it with ease. I ducked underneath an attempted slash from the enemy, rolling over and picking up tan corpse’s whip. I struck a red knight and dashed over to Rey, my attention falling back to her.

A blade was being held to her neck. She was trying to hold back. She was in front of her. None of the others were attacking me, so I focused, raising my hand. I thrust my hand out further, envisioning that I was sending him flying away. When I opened my eyes, it had worked!

I mentally celebrated my own unbridled strength. Rey recovered, letting out a congratulatory holler. I noticed Kylo Ren was in the same circumstances. But Rey took over, calling his name. She tossed him his lightsaber and he caught it. When he turned it on, it severed the knight’s head.

And just like that, we had survived. All of us. For the first time, Kylo had confirmed that there was a light inside him. Rey and I ran toward each other, dropping our weapons and hugging. She pressed several kisses to m y cheek, which made me giggle.

“I knew you could do it. Everything Ben said, he was wrong.The Force is strong with you, Y/n. You’re strong.”

I beard with pride. I felt so very empowered. Maybe… I wasn’t a complete fuck-up.

Kylo Ren, panting as he Bega striding toward us.

Rey suddenly pulled out of the hug, pointing and walking toward the telescope. “The fleet. Order them to stop firing! There’s still time to save the fleet.”

Kylo Ren was silent. We both stared him down. He cast his gaze aside from both of us. He was approaching Snoke’s coupled up corpse. Dread set in. He was doing what was right, wasn’t he…?

“Kylo?” I gently spoke.

“It’s time to let old things die,” he conceded. “Snoke, Skywalker. The Sith, the Jedi, the Rebels let it all die. Y/n… I want you to join me. You told me to do what was right, and I am.”

He extended his hand out toward me. For the first time, I considered it. But at the end of the day, my heart belonged to the woman not too far away from me.

“We can rule together and bring a new order to the galaxy,” he insisted. “You don’t even have to love me yet. You can be with Rey if you wish. But I’m doing what’s right now. For you. And I will only have the strength if you’re by my side.”

My heart thudded in my chest. I knew Rey was staring me down, considering the option. She was still suspicious of him. But I… was so tempted. Was it the right decision?

My gaze flickered to his waist, where both of the lightsabers laid. I knew my what choices were being offered. I could take his hand, or Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber. I took a few steps closer. I saw the light in his eyes. The hope. The goodness.

I raised my trembling hand.

“Don’t do this, Ben, Y/n. I know you’re lying. You’re manipulating her.”

“Please, don’t make me make this decision,” I whispered in agreement.

“No, no,” he rushed. “You’re still holding on. Let go! You have seen the ability you have when you find the strength.” He stepped closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I knew that Rey’s eyes were shimmering with a new layer of tears.

“Join me,” he prodded.

His hand was so close. I could easily grab it and make the easy decision. Or I could make the difficult, but… probably right decision. And yet, I couldn’t stop it as my fingers ghosted closer. I could tell he was eagerly watching me and my expression.

I made eye contact with Rey once more. She nodded to me. And in that moment, I knew what had to be done.

All at once, I reached for the lightsaber and Rey did too. She snatched Luke’s from his waist, leaving me to attempt to pull the Sith one from him. But he quickly pulled back. The lightsaber was so far yet so close.

Kylo let out a grunt of frustration, his true feelings stinging through. He was not only pulling on the lightsaber, but pushing me back. I focused just as much attention, even if my wounds ached terribly and I was suffering from a terrible headache.

“Why are you resisting me, even now?” he boomed, hand outstretched. “I have done what you asked. I have done everything to win you over. I am actively choosing what is right, and yet you still push me away!”

We were both being pushed further and further from the trembling, floating lightsaber. I fell silent, unable to muster a response. My heart ached for the boy in the man, that even now, was conflicted. He made it seem as though he was doing all this for me. And perhaps part of him was. But even I knew the truth, and I was dense as a rock. He was doing what he twas for what he had the strength to do in the moment.

The right thing.

But suddenly, the lightsaber first and we both went flying back. I almost blacked out, but Rey caught me. I had no doubt I was bleeding all over from the strain. But, when I realized Kylo Ren was unconscious, I knew we had to make our move.

~~~

Laughter bubbled in my throat as I manned the left cannon for the Millennium Falcon. We swooped into battle, trying to protect the large metal door that blocked Kylo Ren’s forces from the remaining Rebellion. We had won the battle against Kylo Ren, but now, it was time to finish the war once and for all. Or, at least, stall for the Rebellion to make an escape.

For some reason, as we shot, the enemy didn’t fire back. Only a few stray blasts hit us.

That’s right. I was his weakness, even now that he was in charge of the First Order.

But, they were firing up the cannon regardless, peppering to blast through the door. Some of the Resistance fighters were trying to take it on, but we were nothing in comparison to the looming, giant cannon and the weird walking space ships.

“We have to pull out, Chewy,” Rey suddenly spoke over the intercoms.

“Wait! Drop me off on the battlefield,” I suddenly spoke up, coming up with an idea.

I could immediately hear the reluctance in her voice. “No way, not again. You’ll die if we drop you off now —“

The giant canon blasted against the metal door, burning it to its core. After a few seconds, it receded into a black nothing. I saw the large, gaping hole in the metal door. The Rebellion. They needed more time to escape, and they needed it now.

“Please, Rey, just trust me. I’ll distract him.”

“But - but I have to pick up the Rebellion from the other side.”

“There’ll be no Rebellion on the other side if I don’t buy us more time,” I argued.

She went silent. And then —

“…You’re right. But promise me that you’ll be safe.”

“Rey, I love you. I’ll be fine. It might be a while, but,” I choked back a wave of oncoming tears,” I’ll make it out just fine. I’m strong enough.”

“But you know he won’t let you leave his side once he gets a hold of you!” she shouted, vulnerability shining through.

“I promise, Rey. No matter what, we’ll be together again. It may be a while, but I think I’ve got Kylo Ren wrapped around my pinkie finger pretty dan easily by now.”

I heard a sigh, and I knew she was finally - although reluctantly - agreeing. “Chewy, drop into the center and open the doors.”

Chewy groaned over the intercoms. A sad smile graced my face and I spoke over the intercoms one last time,” thanks, Chewy. I’ll be back, so don’t miss me too much.”

And alike to that of a martyr walking toward the furnace, I walked to the exit. As I stepped into the battlefield, equipped with nothing but my wit, I waved one last good-bye to the ship. It zipped away, but only then did I see it.

Luke Skywalker had emerged from the hole in the metal blockade.

I did not get to digest this fact as a million blasters went off in his direction. I screamed and covered my eyes, the sounds of bullets going off right and left echoing in my ears. They were ringing terribly, but I could only long for Luke’s safety. Although… I highly doubted he could make it out of that alive.

The cannons suddenly stopped. Red smoke dissipated in the wind, and I finally looked toward the scene. There as no way that one man had survived all that.

But then, the smoke began to clear. And from the smoke, emerged one lone man. Luke Skywalker had survived. And he was looking pretty damn smug about it.

In a panic, I ran up to him. “Mister Skywalker! H - how…”

With a cheeky grin, he placed a hand on my shoulder. Or so I thought. I gasped when his hand phased through me entirely. “Now shush up about that. We don’t want a certain someone learning about this ahead of time… Now, I know you’re a smart-ass of a kid, but why the hell did you plop into the middle of a battlefield? You know he’s just going to capture you.”

“Better me than the Rebellion,” I answered. “I’m doing the same as you. Stalling for time. And I’ll be damned if he gets a single hit on your holographic body.”

Luke chuckled, but his expression became solemn as he looked beyond. me. I turned, coming face to face with Kylo Ren. He looked any, but as per usual, his glare wasn’t directed toward me, but past me.

“Y/n. I know what you’re doing. Step out of the way and let me face him alone.”

I stepped further in front of the holographic Lule Skywalker, balling up my fists. “Sorry, Kylo Ren. But I didn’t drop into a snake pit just to get bit for nothing.”

His lip twitched, and he caved, returning his attention to the man I was ‘shielding’. “Di you come back to say you forgive me? To save my soul?”

“Nah.”

Kylo Ren threw off his cable, revealing the lightsaber that was held to his waist belt. I instinctively hopped forward when both men drew their lightsabers. The atmosphere was tense, and yet I felt lighter than air. Happy to be here, even.

Kylo aimed his lightsaber forward. “Step out of the way, Y/n, before I make you.”

“I’ll quote my man, Luke. Nah.”

And that was enough to set Kylo ablaze. He dashed toward us, trying to weave around us. But Luke stood still. I jumped into action, trying use the Force to push him back. He skidded back, almost losing his footing. But his arm shot out, and suddenly, I was floating off the air, unable to breath.

“Oh, you are pushing my buttons!” he shouted. “If I wasn’t as patient of a man as I was and didn’t see the future that we have together, I would kill you right now!”

I was suddenly release, and I coughed for air. I scraped my knees across the ground, but I had no time to rest. Luke was dodging and dipping out of Kylo Ren’s way. The man’s movements were quick and uncalculated. He was brimming with rage, ready to end Luke Skywalker’s life.

I tried to stand up, but Kylo seemed to have noticed. Instead, he thrust me to the ground again. I skidded along on my behind. Letting out a yelp of pain. But when I sat up, I knew Luke was handling himself, as once again, they were standing several feet apart.

And then Kylo rushed at him again. My jaw dropped the Luke bended over backwards, completely avoiding it, and once again having the upper hand. Kylo Ren became more and more frustrated at his failure.

“I failed you, Ben,” Luke suddenly spoke. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are!” he boomed. “The Resistance is dead. The war is over. And when I kill you, I will have killed the last Jedi.”

“Amazing,” he chuckled. “Every word of what you just said was wrong. The Rebellion is reborn today. The war is just beginning. And I am not the last Jedi. You’d think you would know better when one of them is standing before you.”

“I’ll destroy that girl. And you. And all of it.”

Luke sheathed his lightsaber. I knew it was over. The Rebellion had escaped. And Luke - it did not take a seasoned thespian of the Force to know that the strength was leaving his body with each passing second.

“No. Strike me down in anger and I’ll always be with you. Just like your father.”

Kylo’s grip on his lightsaber tightened. His gaze was trained perpetually on the Jedi before him. And then, with one final grunt, he dashed toward him. I watched with intrigue as I knew what would happen. Kylo Ren would be embarrassed immediately when Luke Skywalker did not die to his hand.

I rose to my feet, watching the spectacle. Kylo’s lightsaber skimmed right through Luke Skywalker. The man sent me one last cheeky smile before turning to Kylo, of which the realization was slowly dawning on him. Kylo Ren was stunned, and Luke only looks disappointed. In awe, Kylo stabbed him again, only to yield the same result.

“…No.”

“See ya around, kid.”

And with that, Luke Skywalker disappeared before his very eyes.

Kylo, still stuck in place, dropped the lightsaber. I approached him, taking the spot of where Luke once was. I could feel that Luke had just died. And yet, I knew he had died happily. I crossed my arms and sent Kylo Ren a grin.

“Wasn’t that a spectacle. Who could’ve known that Jedis could teleport? I sure as hell didn’t.”

Kylo stomped his foot, screaming at the top of his lungs as he turned to face the wall. He fell on his hands and knees, dogging his fist into the snowy sand ground.

I walked up behind him and placed my hand on his shoulder. “It’s over, Kylo Ren. We won. But there will always be a place for you in the Rebellion.”

He grabbed my hand and suddenly flipped me onto ground in front of him. I writhed under the Force as he began choking me, the air escaping my lungs. Panic flooded my system. This was the first time his anger was on me, and only me. Tars slid down my cheeks as I awed at my throat. Kylo sank over me, one hand choking and the other holding him up. His face sunk deeper, until our noses were lost touching.

“There is no ‘we’ for you. You are not a part of the Rebellion. You are not a part of the Jedi. You were brought here to be mine and only mine.” He narrowed his eyes, finally releasing me. I greedily gulped in air, massaging my neck. I sloppily wiped away may tears as well.

“And now that you’ve stupidly delivered yourself to me, I’ll be able to prove it once and for all.”

He connected our lips. I grunted and struggled, pushing against his chest. I couldn’t think straight. I was batshit terrified. The man… there was no goodness in him. Only new tactics. Only a maniac.

And suddenly, as the world went black, the only thing on my mind was Mr. Puffin and the regret of ever stepping off the Millennium Falcon in the first place.

~~~

My entire body ached. I wanted so badly to roll onto my side, but I couldn’t even muster the energy to do that. My body felt free, all except for my wrists, which had two bracelets of some sort clamping down on them.

I finally mustered the strength to open my eyes when I felt something squeeze my waist, pulling me along a plush mattress. I let out a hiss of pain, and I wanted so badly to cry, but I was so very parched. I stared at the ceiling. It was metallic and red lines ran across the panels. I sat up slightly, realizing I was in a plus bed, which also reciprocated the black-and-red theme. But, what drew my attention the most, was the bare arm slung across my waist and who it belonged to; Kylo Ren, who was seemingly fast asleep.

I heard a familiar chirp and some rattling. I let out a quiet gasp and noticed that, by the side of my bed entrapped in a cage, was my dearest Mr. Puffin. I weakly pushed off the man’s arms, casting my gaze away from his messy black locks and his equally bare upper body. I gently kicked y legs off the side of the bed, and even if my arms hurt from the slightest pressure, I sat up.

I noticed that I was in a new outfit and that the bandages coating my arms and legs were silky and expensive by space standards. I wobbled over to the cage, using the wall as support. Oh, my entire body burned. I was on fire from head to toe. But I so dearly wished to stroke Mr/ Puffin’s soft feathers.

I knew he would be the only thing that kept me sane while trapped on Kylo Ren’s ship. I reached through the iron cage. Mr. Puffin leaned into my finger, nudging me. I tried searching for a key, but there seemed to be none. I was about to try to use the Force to move the iron bars, like I had seen others do before, when —

“You can try, but it won’t work.”

I jumped, resulting in my body going in. I stumbled all the way back onto the bed, although I managed to sit up straight. I was hunched over. I heard Kylo Ren shuffle behind me until he was close behind, his arm wrapped around me waist and his chest pressed to my back.

That’s when I noticed the thin metal shackles on my wrist.

“Is it because…”

“Yes. But also, you’re so weak I doubt you could lift a pebble.” He placed a chaste kiss to my cheek, and I heard his inhale deeply. “I hope to remind you that we’re truly soulmates. Not only was your first instinct to go to your Port friend, but you could have tried to Force choke me. And yet, the thought of hurting me has never once crossed your mind. Funny, ins’t it?”

“If we were soulmates, the notion would be reciprocated, Kylo,” I croaked. “May I remind you that you’re the one who praised yourself so adamantly on never hurting me. And yet, you almost killed me. Twice.”

He sighed, his breath on my neck sending tingles of fear down my spine. “I’m sorry. But I had to… no, I needed to get you out of the way. I needed to show you that you were meant to be mine.”

“By taking my own life?” I snapped back. He fell silent. “That’s really lovely of you, Kylo Ren. And you’re right. I never wanted to hurt you because I thought there was an ounce of goodness in you. But no, here we are, in the same situation. You satiating your own selfish whims instead of doing the right thing. I feel foolish for ever believing you, even for a moment. I almost envisioned a future where we were friends.”

“God dammit,” he hissed, gritting his teeth. I could tell he was trying to refrain his explosive temper. His grip on my waist tightened, and I let out a yelp of pain. He suddenly withdrew from my body entirely, slamming his fist into the wall by the headboard. “You still resist me.”

“I wonder why.”

“I really do!” he roared.

“I’ve loved you, even before I even thought of you to be real. I searched the galaxy to find you, even before you arrived. When you fell into my arms, it was heaven. My entire world was complete. It still is, even when you are away, because I know you will return to me. We’re made for each other. And can you blame me for having a momentarily lapse of judgement when you drive me to wit’s end every. Damn. Time?”

Tears slid down my cheeks and I covered my face in my hands. Despair consumed me. I tried so hard to be positive, but the bruises I felt on my neck brought me back into the insanity of my situation.

“Yes. I can. You’re a violent man, Kylo Ren. You’re selfish. You’re cruel. You’re evil to the core. And if you truly loved me, you would not hurt me. If you truly loved me, you would make the right decisions. If you truly loved me… you would let me go. You would let me be happy with a woman who treats me better than you ever will and who would never try to kill me.”

He fell silent. But I knew he would remain steadfast in his decision. “…But I saw it in my vision.”

“No, you saw it in your dreams, Kylo Ren. You shaped what you saw to fit your liking.”

Mr. Puffin chirped wildly, rattling the cage once. more. Kylo Ren rose to his feet and walked over to the cage. From an unknown place, he withdrew a key. He opened it.

Mr. Puffin came flying into my arms. I let out a sob of joy, cradling the sweet pet to me tightly. I had a feeling he would be the only source of joy I felt in a while.

“…I know you are right,” he conceded. “But please understand. I can never let you go.”

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kavaeroexe · 2 years

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Y/N : yall, green Jedi exist?

Leia : ...

Han : ....

Luke : are you insulting master Yoda?

Yoda : insult me, not.

Y/N : i mean gree.. OH SHOOT I MEAN-

#star wars writing #star wars #yandere star wars #star wars x reader #star wars hc #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect quotations #incorrect quotes #she means grey jedi #they mean grey jedi #he means grey jedi

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icouldntfinditsoiwroteit · 2 years

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With the vampire AU, I wonder how Jedi/Force Sensitives smell to the vampire clones.

Vampires are able to notice force sensitives by how they smell

This is dues to their midiclorians counts and if they are Jedi it is due to their use of them

Although even if it is a Jedi this smell difference is so faint a vampire needs to have either tasted Jedi blood or been in their presence long enough to pick up on the difference

Everyone's blood is different but to vampires Jedi's blood most of the time has a hint of a sort of freshness, the kind of freshness one smells when with freshly cut fruit

Or the kind of freshness in the early morning after it rained in the night

It's more of a feeling than a smell in this case

And when it comes to taste the difference is easily noticeable here

Force sensitive's blood is much more nutritional compared to their species and it can be very tasty, although this is mostly is with Jedi, who dues to their practice with the Force are even more tasty and nutritional since the force is proven to be a literal entity full of life force so it sticks.

But one needs to be careful since it can actually become addictive, due to the rush of energy a vampire gets from feeding off their blood

But this is the case with Jedi and in general force users like the Guardians of the Whills

The tastiness will also depend on the vampire and their preferred species and types of blood, age also affects the taste of blood

And usually when a vampire is born the first being they feed off is from their parents, this creates a bond, and also feeding off someone has huge significance, since this only done with either family or a future partner

So the fact that many and I mean MANY clones have fed off Jedi due to different reasons, they are at war it's literally unavoidable

This has led to many clones bonding with the Jedi in a deeper way than they themselves don't understand or even know about, since the Kaminoans didn't expect this so they didn't really inform them of it

The clones just get this feeling of wanting to be closer to their Jedi and protect them, which isn't unusual so they just shrug it off

The bond can be of any nature, parental, platonic, or romantic, although every one of these falls in the category of family, since to vampires family isn't only related by blood

This is actually a reason why many vampire cultures get along with the Jedi, due to their similarities and their views in family

This has led to many communities of vampires considering feeding off Jedi or force sensitive's blood without their express consent as a taboo and in general feeding of someone without their consent is seen as taboo, but with the Jedi, it is obvious it is done for power so it's like ten times worse

There are also vampire Jedi

But what about dark side users?

It is told and shown to us by the movies and even Lucas describes the dark side as a cancer, he literal refers to the forces as in The Force and The dark side

Like the dark side isn't a part of the force it is a literal cancer, or maybe a sort of residue or corruption caused by the sole use of negative emotions

But this makes the blood of dark users not very appetizing, like in the case of the night sisters, they use the dark side but do not succumb to its corruption.

Their blood has a sense of bitterness but it also gives a surge of energy to the vampire, although it is a much bigger amount of energy in power, but it lasts for much less than the energy a Jedi's blood would or maybe a Guardians of the Whills, it gives less energy but lasts longer

But due to how much power it gives for so little, it is incredibly addictive, if a Jedi's blood can be addictive a dark users is 100 times more and it, of course, destroys the vampire's body like poison.

If we're talking about the Sith, who have succumbed and been corrupted by the dark side, their blood is 100 times more potent than the night sister's.

And it is much more poisonous, being able to kill a full-grown vampire with just one drop

#star wars the clone wars #star wars #vampire clones au #yandere vampire clones au #jedi order #jedi #sith #guardians of the whills #night sister

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Ties That Bind Part 2

Pairing: Yandere!Anakin Skywalker x Fem Jedi!Reader

TW: General Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder, Angst, Arguing.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys the second installment of Ties That Bind! I really enjoyed writing this with the amazing @britany1997! She is just so pleasant to work with and made this collab fun and exciting! Please, make sure to support both writers by reblogging both versions. Both writers put equal amount of work into this collab and both deserve equal treatment. Reblogs are always appreciated!

Word Count: 2.1k

When you regained consciousness, your eyes began to flutter open. The momentary confusion was evident in your gaze, and the surroundings around you felt hazy. However, the darkness was something you easily recognized. Your brows furrowed in slight pain, and you felt a severe headache pounding against your skull. Your Jedi senses appeared dull, leaving you feeling a touch jaded. While your mind was trying to catch up, you laid there for a brief period of time, letting your fingertips feel the silk sheets of a strange bed.

Slowly, you sat up in bed, wincing slightly as the movement worsened the ache in your head. Your eyes finally began to adjust as you took in your surroundings. Your brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of your surroundings, scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment. The fog of unconsciousness slowly lifted, allowing you to regain a basic awareness of your immediate environment. It was dark; the walls and floor were painted black, which matched the furniture within, and the blinds of the window shielded the outside world. The room looked extravagant yet simple, which reminded you of your home back in the temple-

The temple.

There was a subtle shift in your facial expression—a flicker of recognition—as your mind grappled with a dark realization. Your eyes widened as you proceeded to throw off the sheets, trying to hastily spring from the strange bed. You yelped when you almost stumbled, and your legs were tangled in the sheets due to haste. Your mind was in shambles as you continued your way to the window, blocking out any source of light. Despite your headache and the panic surging through you, you pressed the button on the wall to remove the blinds. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight, wishing that you had stayed unconscious.

You were surrounded by land that had been burned by fire, molten from lava, and much more. This gave you the impression that you were in an inferno or inside a volcano that destroyed everything around it. There are many tales of a planet like this that you have heard over the years.

Mustafar.

Your heart began to race as your mind whirled. ‘No, no, no,’ you repeated to yourself over and over again. You begged to be awoken from your slumber, surely this could be nothing but a bad dream.

But as much as you pleaded, you would never wake. Your nightmares had turned to reality.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you fought a losing battle to stay calm. You fell against the door, pounding it with your fists and sobbing as you called for Anakin.

When no one answered your pleas, and the door remained firmly shut, you pressed your back against it and slid down. With your knees to your chest and your head in your hands, you wept.

You wept for all the lives lost in the temple massacre as every face you would never see again passed through your memory. You wept for Anakin and whatever sickness had overtaken him to act with such carelessness for life. But most of all, you wept for yourself.

What had you done wrong? What atrocity had you committed to be deserving of such a harsh fate?

You were a prisoner who’d committed no crime, and you fought to resign yourself to an unknown future. You were at the mercy of a man you’d once thought more virtuous than any other. He’d taken everything from you.

After a few hours of weeping, you began to hear the distinct sounds of approaching footsteps from the hallway, heading towards your room. Your mind switched into defensive mode, quickly bringing yourself to your feet and facing the closed metal door. Your heart pounded against your chest, with anxiety and adrenaline rushing through your veins. You feared not what you would see on the other side.

But rather who.

It was at this point that the footsteps halted in front of the metal door, after which it automatically opened. The sliding of the door revealed the last person you had ever wanted to see, as your heart would no longer be able to withstand it. You couldn't bear to see him.

Anakin stood in the doorway, dressed in his previous robes. Your eyes darted over the fabric, looking for any hints of blood, that horrific shade of red that used to appear across the floor of the temple and in the cauterized wounds of your fellow Jedi. However, those hints were nonexistent, and you felt sick to realize that there was a glimmer of relief you possessed within. Perhaps he didn’t want to upset you more.

He moved towards you, kneeling to your level, his hand outstretched to cup your cheek. You recoiled out of instinct, turning your head to avoid the caress of your captor.

A look of pain crossed Anakin’s face before he quickly masked it. This was what he’d been afraid of. He’d let the whole galaxy think he was cruel, but not you. He’d never hurt you. He loved you. Why couldn’t you understand that?

“My love…” Anakin began, but you cut him off with a humorless laugh.

“Love?” you scoffed, “is that what this is to you?”

You turned to meet his gaze and your heart clenched inside your chest. His eyes looked into yours with longing and desperation. But their yellow tone confirmed your fears and reminded you of what he was. He was not your Anakin, not anymore.

“This is not love,” you whispered, “love should never come at such a high and terrible price.”

Though he hid it well, frustration ran through Anakin. He had to make you see.

He caught your wrist in his hand and brought it to his chest, holding your palm over his heart. You gasped and tried to pull back, but he would never let you go.

“Please listen,” he begged.

You sighed, if only to understand why he had done what he’d done, you would listen.

“I’ve spent my whole life loving you,” he confessed, “I couldn’t let some code keep us apart my love. You are my world, my whole universe, without you there is no reason to breathe. I could not stand another night pretending that I don’t want you, that I don’t need you. I’d sooner destroy every planet than live only loving you from a distance. I couldn’t keep denying what was true in my heart.” His grip tightened gently on your hand that was still pressed to his chest.

“I would do anything for you baby,” he leaned forward until his lips were pressed to the shell of your ear, “I already have.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears once more; the sick affection lacing his words made your heart skip a beat, and if the situation had been different, you would have returned his passion. However, the haunting images of those people who’d once walked among you, now dead in the hallways, couldn’t leave your thoughts.

“Anakin…” You began, your tears threatening to fall down your face once more as your body became rigid from the way his forehead pressed against your temple, his lips brushing against your skin. “You killed innocent people, our people; I would have never agreed to this!”

You pulled away from him slightly, making Anakin reluctantly follow suit as your eyes met once more, his yellow irises seeming to pierce your entire being. His grip on your hand pressed against his chest was strong, refusing the notion of losing your sacred touch.

“I know you wouldn’t, my love,” He replied, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “You’re so sweet and innocent, but that’s why I had to take you baby, don’t you understand?” Anakin brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “every night I’d be plagued by visions of your corpse my love, I needed to protect you but the high council never would have let us be together. I did this for you. I refuse to lose you over some code; I’ll destroy the entire galaxy if it means making you mine and safe.”

His golden gaze darkened for a moment, which you almost didn’t catch. The idea of his visions coming true caused a sick feeling that threatened to overtake him.

“You’ll understand that one day.” He concluded.

Your jaw dropped. You were sure Anakin had had his fair share of girls falling at his feet, and maybe one of them would have envied your position.

But you were a Jedi Knight. You were once a youngling, chosen to be a Padawan, eventually advancing to your station now. You’d earned your place alongside Anakin and all those who had fought to maintain order and justice for the peace and freedom of the galaxy.

You may be sweet, but you were not innocent, and you certainly didn’t need anyone else’s protection.

The fear that had crept into your heart was replaced by a burning anger. It wasn’t up to anyone but yourself to decide what was best for you. Anakin wasn’t the master of your fate, you were.

“Anakin,” you began, maintaining your calm demeanor so as not to upset your captor, “you have to let me go. Nothing will hurt me Ani, I’m going to be fine, but you must atone for your crimes.”

You gathered your courage, “what you did was wrong, no matter if you think you did it for the right reasons. You have to turn yourself in, and you have to let me go.”

Anakin’s eyes widened, his heart racing from the words he was hearing fall from your precious lips. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. In his mind, he thought you would have been happy for what he did—fall into his arms and return his feelings. He didn’t expect you to retaliate and say such horrible things. You’ve never spoken against him before, ever.

“Turn myself in?” He repeated as his eye gave a subtle twitch, his yellow orbs darkening as he tried to swallow his anger. “Don’t you turn against me now; nothing is going to harm you because I’m here, without the code getting in my way. You're safe because of me. You would do well to remember that, my love.”

"No Anakin..." You whispered, pulling yourself out of his grasp once more, the storm in your eyes growing stronger yet the breaking of your heart was undeniable. "I'm imprisoned by a monster and I would rather die than return your feelings."

"W-What?" He whispered, feeling like his heart was being ripped from his chest. It was like he could barely breathe. as panic began to course through him for the first time in a long while. "Don't you ever say that to me."

"I love you, my sweet girl..." Anakin continued, trying to step closer to you but you continued backing away. He felt like he could die at this moment, being refused your affection and love. "I know you feel the same way..."

"I did once..." You answered, sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing your arms, ignoring the tears threatening to escape you once more. "But I will never love a monster, the Anakin I loved is gone."

Anakin fought to keep tears from rolling down his cheeks, your words cut deeper than any swipe of a lightsaber he’d ever received. You were his everything, yet here you were, treating him as if he were nothing.

“Then the Anakin you loved was a lie,” he whispered, “I am who I’ve always been.”

He grasped your wrist firmly, careful not to hurt you but desperate to remind you that he was a powerful man. “All I want,” he ran a hand down your cheek causing you to flinch away, making his heart clench, “all I’ve ever wanted…was you.”

You pulled your wrist from his grasp. He sighed as he let you. “Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go, not ever.”

You lip quivered as you fought back tears of your own.

“I’ll be back when you’ve learned to accept that,” he told you, his voice breaking. The door closed behind him, sealing you into your room that might as well have been a cell.

“No! Wait!” you rushed to pound on the door but to no avail.

“Let me go Anakin,” you sobbed, “you have to let me go. Please, please let me go.” Your body shook and you choked as your tears flowed, forming a puddle on the ground.

Anakin leaned on the other side of the sealed door, head in his hands as his own tears fell. He hated to hear you so upset. He longed to pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around your cute, tiny frame. He imagined how he’d hum to you and dry your tears as he rocked you back and forth.

Yet he knew that you’d only reject his comforting embrace. He wept, your desperate cries too much for him to bear. He’d do anything for your love.

Anything but let you go.

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SS Month ‘23 - Day 22

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Prompt: Star Wars

WARNING(S): Mentions of death, referenced murder, canon-typical dark themes, borderline yandere Sasuke

Another morning had come. Rain pelted the roof with a deafening, rhythmic patter, the skies were gray and thick with heavy clouds, and the atmosphere left the young woman feeling drained as she went about her routine. A shower, some food, freshening up, and she was ready to get dressed - but one look out the window made her hesitate. With a sigh, she reclined on her chaise in her robe and slippers with a hot cup of tea, gazing pensively at the outside world.

Sakura hummed a distant tune as hot steam hit her face. The tea was floral, fragrant, and mild on the tongue. The burning logs in the fireplace threw a warm glow across the room, its popping and crackling soothing to her ears.

Despite the comfort of the room, her heart felt numb.

“We’ll find him, I promise,” her best friend had promised, cerulean eyes and a fierce expression flickering across her mind as if it had happened yesterday. It had been a week since the Jedi protecting this planet had followed a lead on the Sith, and their missing presence had set the citizens on edge. They weren’t extremely important to the Galactic Commonwealth, but there were enough nobles and merchants to feel pensive about their largest source of protection off chasing heretofore unknown threats. Many had begun to grumble to themselves, cursing the Jedi. She, however, had faith. Naruto had been her oldest and dearest friend, and when he promised her something, he rarely broke it. He would find the last of their childhood triad, and he would bring him home.

The sound of a doorbell chiming from the first floor nearly made her choke on her tea. She turned, hesitant to get up; she hadn’t been expecting anyone.

But then Naruto’s beaming grin filled her mind, and she set her tea aside, the ceramic clinking against the end table, and got up from the lounge. She could practically hear him now. “We found him, Sakura! He’s safe and sound!”

Her breath was short as she hurried down the stairs, nearly tripping over her own feet. She tugged at the ends of her sash again, putting an almost uncomfortable pressure on her ribs, but she didn’t care - and as she got to her foyer and all but threw the door open, she parted her lips to greet her visitor--

--and it just as quickly died on her tongue, eyes growing wide at the cloaked man towering above.

“W- who--?!” She gasped, taking a step back into the warmth of her home. Her fingers gripped the door frame tightly, threatening to crack under her strength.

The hooded man paid her little mind, ducking as he stepped in after her. Rain dripped from the fringes of his clothing, dampening the stone as he calmly removed his shoes.

Sakura watched in horror - and surprise - as he removed the hood, and shocking amber eyes met her own. Familiar amber eyes.

“I’m home,” the voice of her childhood friend - and crush - murmured as he gently shut the door, insulating them from the chill of the rain, “Sakura.”

Gingerly, he reached out to cup her chin - and shut her mouth, which she had been unaware was open. There was a certain fondness in his face as he beheld her, eyes flickering up and down across her visage.

“Wh- what-- why--” She fumbled with her words, blinking rapidly. “What-- what happened to you, Sasuke? It’s been ten years…”

The softness in his face hardened somewhat, and his hand left her face. “I’m sure you know what happened to me.”

“But… why?” She searched his face, followed every scar and wrinkle, and unconsciously reached for him. “What did you have to gain? We looked for you - Naruto--”

“Don’t speak of him to me,” he abruptly hissed, eyes narrowing into slits as he snatched her hand.

Sakura swallowed as his tight grip made her bones ache. He certainly had grown, not just in stature, but in strength since he had been kidnapped.

“Thanks to the Sith, I’m more powerful than I’ve ever been. For all that old man has done, it’s thanks to him that I can protect what I love.” Some of that softness returned to his gaze as he added, “I can protect you.”

“What’s wise about selling your soul to the devil?” She countered, clasping her other hand around his. “Sasuke, it’s not just you that’s chasing power. I’ve been an apprentice under the Grand Healer for a while now, and I can hold my own in a fight! I don’t want to be a burden on you anymore.”

A tiny smile spread across his lips, and he let out a wry chuckle. “Sakura… you could never be a burden to me. That Mark looks… divine on you. I can sense you’ve grown in strength.”

The pink-haired woman let out a tiny squeak as he leaned in. Warm lips pressed against her forehead, right against the Seal. Power thrummed to the surface in response, an unconscious force pushing back against that malevolent power she felt bubbling inside of him.

“S- Sasuke…”

“You don’t have to worry about me leaving you alone.” Pulling back, he grasped her shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, ever again. Would that make you happy?”

She stared openly at him. “What… did you do?”

His eyes flashed. “My master is no more, if that’s what you’re wondering. And I have no intention of following in his damned footsteps.”

What should’ve been relief instead hung around her shoulders like dread. Killed? The Sith Lord Orochimaru? The man so obsessed with immortality and power that he went through apprentices like napkins? The man who singlehandedly carried the blood of countless Jedi like a cloak?

Sasuke’s gaze was too intense, too probing - and she found that she had to look towards something else. She settled on his chin.

“You… you’re going to stay?”

“That’s my intention.” He said it as fact. No questions about it, no implicit pleas for shelter.

Forcing a smile, she nodded and stepped away. “Let me brew you some tea while you dry off your cloak.”

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What do you think caused Anakin's yandere ways? Like was it because he had to leave his mother at such a young age, and he was then basically just banned from any type of connection because of the Jedi code? Also why did he choose reader? What was it about her that let him know that she was the one?

IDK if this a thing on your blog or not, but I have seen other blogs that anon will have like an emoji to register with, so could I do that too?

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All you said affected him. Losing his mother, attachment issues, being a slave... casued him to belive an unhealthy love definition. If you love someone, you have to keep and protect them no matter what, or they'll die. Love = Possession. I own my darling.

He chose the reader because she's so naive and vulnerable (bc my writings mainly about the reader being so fragile and yandere being a protector), so he's protection instincts fill his whole body and take care of this sweet little reader. She's already so submissive in the beggining, just like he wants. You have to obey to your superiors.

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Teacher’s Pet

Anakin and Y/N’s relationship has always remained professional. Despite her obvious feelings for him, he never let himself entertain thoughts of reciprocating them…until now.

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Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex, cockwarming, exhibitionism, choking, strong language, inappropriate relationships, she’s his padawan but they’re both of age and he didn’t know her for that long, and hints of possible yandere anakin.

She knows it's wrong.

Every time he offers a mere glance in her direction in front of the others or rests a hand on her shoulder in a silent gesture to calm her in moments of particular anger, typically directed at the council, she feels as though she will burn alive from the sin she cannot stop committing. Not only is it against the Jedi code to form attachments, but for there to be an intimate attachment between Padawan and Master is an affront to everything they know. That being said, Anakin has never been the type to allow the rules to keep him from indulging the impulsive yearnings of his heart.

It wasn't intentional.

After all, he tried to keep himself under control since Y/N was given to him as his first apprentice. It seemed fitting at the time. Most of those in training were discovered and brought to the Jedi temple as younglings, yet Y/N was not. Hers was a path that was far more unconventional than most. He himself was an unconventional Jedi Master, so it only made sense to him that the council chose to place her with him. She was brought to them when she was a young teen, when Anakin himself was still learning under Obi-Wan, and she didn't see much of him for years.

There were always moments in which they would pass one another in corridors or end up in the same room, but they scarcely found reason to interact much with one another due to their respective responsibilities. Being older than most, Anakin included, when they were brought to the Jedi Order, she had to learn such basic knowledge at a rate others her age were given years to accomplish.

This impressed Anakin from a distance, however, he was too wrapped up in his own dealings at the time to concern himself with what someone four years his junior was doing at the time. It wasn't until after he passed his trials and became a Jedi Knight that their lives became intertwined.

It started with her.

When she first began training under him, she was much like an annoying young puppy, always nipping at his heels and following as his shadow with every step he took. It was clear for everyone to see that Anakin resented the fact that he had to deal with someone as hard-headed, relentless, and precocious as she, but all Obi-Wan could do was laugh at how blind Anakin was to miss the glaring similarities between him and his apprentice.

And where Anakin became annoyed with her, she became enamored with him. It was the classic case of the schoolgirl becoming infatuated with her teacher, which was part of what fueled his annoyance with her. He could feel it. When she was distracted or too comfortable, forgetting to shield her thoughts or emotions from him, he felt it. She might as well have been shouting her feelings out loud to him, and he prayed, on the rare occasions when it would happen in close proximity to others, that neither Obi-Wan nor any of the others picked up on them.

Mercifully, the images he saw coming from her mind were mostly innocent in nature during that first year they spent together. It never escalated past what was appropriate for a young woman of her age to fantasize about, and she never took it too far out of fear that he could, in fact, sense the direction of her thoughts. Later on, she became better at keeping those feelings and thoughts to herself, but, still, some managed to slip through the cracks.

It was months ago.

Now that three years had passed since he first took her on as his apprentice, she'd become a woman right before his very eyes. Of course, she was only a few years off from officially entering adulthood when they were first assigned together, but he always saw her as a child until the past year or so. Until he saw an image from her mind that changed things.

She was late to their agreed-upon meeting time in the morning, so he took it upon himself to seek her out for an explanation. Within him, he felt the anger bubbling up, poised to explode the second he found her doing whatever it was she felt was more important than their duties for the day, but the moment he got to the door of her private quarters, he halted in place. A strange sound came from within. He couldn't tell through the walls if it was a cry of pain or sorrow, but the sound of her crying worried him nonetheless. It sprung him into action, reaching out with his mind to see if he could feel her there, but what he found when he reached her wasn't what he expected.

Anakin is nothing if not protective and possessive over those he cares for, and his Padawan, whether he found her annoying at times or not, is someone of great importance to him. And, in all fairness to her, she hadn't been annoying to him for months. Slowly, the frequency of the images and feelings she practically shoved into his mind began to dwindle, and after years by his side, she no longer followed him around incessantly. In fact, he found himself searching for her wherever she wandered off to be by herself quite frequently and realized, underneath the cold exterior he put on to keep her at a distance, that he missed having her nipping at his heels all the time.

So, being as protective as he is toward those he cares for, he thought someone or something must have hurt her, whether it be emotionally or physically, to make her cry and didn't waste a second before trying to intervene. But there was no emotional or physical hurt to be found on the other side of that door. There was only pleasure.

There were positively lewd images coming to life in his apprentice's mind, but what stunned him most of all was that they were of him. No, them.

Anakin is no hypocrite. He would not admonish her for feeling sexual desire seeing that it wasn't directly against the Jedi code. Although he was sure Master Yoda and Obi-Wan would not approve, he had indulged in such desires before. As long as he did not form any attachments, there was nothing saying he couldn't, so he did. What she was doing, though...that was different.

He thought that it wouldn't have messed with his head so much if it weren't him she pictured pinning her to the mattress, thrusting into her with his ungloved prosthetic hand squeezing the sides of her throat, but that foolish idea quickly vanished. Once his mind actually wandered to the thought of someone else being the object of her desires, he became crazed with jealousy. No, he decided, he would never be okay with that. Even though he already had sex with others in the past, he couldn't stand the idea of her in the arms of another. It was always there, lingering beneath the surface, but even if it wasn't, he realized at that moment that he wanted her to himself.

That was when things changed between them.

Y/N had never known him to linger so much. He began to spend more time with her outside of their necessary training and missions they went on together, which meant the only time they spent apart was the hours that they slept at night. Then came the touching—his hand brushing the back of hers "accidentally" beneath the table as they ate, his arm thrown over her shoulder, and his hand on the small of her back to guide her in the right direction whenever she gets turned around. It appeared to her that he seized every opportunity he could to get his hands on her, but she didn't know what to do about it.

Wanting him had been one thing, but the possibility of Anakin wanting her back was another thing entirely. She felt safe in her assumption that nothing would ever happen between them, but everything changed last week.

He took her out soon after everyone was due to retire for the night and walked with her, shielded by their hoods, through the streets of Coruscant. Not wanting to be recognized in their Jedi robes, he came already wearing a rather unassuming, common cloak over a plain pair of pants and tunic. She changed out of her robes in the adjoining bathroom while he stood watch and waited, then came out with a nervous smile plastered on her face.

He said, "Come along," and turned toward the door to her rooms.

As they traversed the streets without as many people turning their heads to look at them as usual, she couldn't help but feel a weight come off her shoulders. Her hand twitched with the urge to reach for him, then, a second later, Anakin draped his arm over her shoulders and didn't protest when she reached up to entwine their fingers. It was strange, but she didn't dare to question it out of fear of losing the dreamlike moment too soon. She feared that if she spoke of it aloud, he'd realize his mistake and rectify it immediately. But she was wrong. Earlier that day when he saw her laughing with Obi-Wan, something within him snapped, and once he decided his fantasies of her weren't enough, there was nothing that could stop him from taking what was rightfully his short of her refusal to partake.

She held on tight to his hand as they entered a seedy-looking bar in the bowels of the city, eyes turning wide at how those surrounding them indulged in drinking, dancing, and even kissing out in the open without shame. Sending her feeling of surprise, he found his assumptions about his Padawan to be true—she had never gone out and entertained her fantasies as he had during his training.

He didn't let her drink, even though he noticed how she eyed up the people sitting at the bar with great interest.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, standing alongside him with her back to the wall.

"I've sheltered you. When I was in training, I figured these things out for myself. I know Obi-Wan wouldn't have encouraged it."

"Master?" she asked with a quizzical expression.

Anakin said nothing. His face was unreadable, a mask of calm that gave her no clues as to what emotions lurked beneath, and when she tried to sense his mood through the force, he was able to resist her. Being as advanced of a Jedi as him, it's harder for her to reach for his mind than it is with her fellow Padawans. Rather than explain his meaning, he turned and made his way to the back hallway, but not without taking her by the hand to guide her. The leather of his glove was cold on the bare palm of her hand. She could feel the hard material of his metal hand through the fabric as it gripped hers.

In a room at the end of the hall, a series of couches and chairs were laid out across the open space and occupied by scantily clad workers engaged in intimate relations with customers.

He spoke, slowing down to allow her to step in front of him, "I used to come here. When I found myself wanting to act on the types of urges that lead to attachments."

Her brows furrowed, though, deep down, she suspected where the night may lead them. No, where he was leading them.

"Is that why we're here?" she asked, breathless, then looked over at a woman who was on her knees before a man in front of them.

There was a wide-eyed, almost excited, curiosity to her gaze that set Anakin's body aflame. Yet, at the same time, it was nothing she had ever seen or engaged in before, so it caused her to take a step back into where he stood at her back. Her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of his arm slipping around her waist, pulling her back until there was no space left between their bodies. Then, he crouched down to bring his face to her neck and delighted in how easily her head turned to make space for him. The hand flattened against her belly could sense that she was holding her breath in anticipation.

"Go on," Anakin said, his hot exhales clouding against the sensitive skin of her neck, "Choose one. I know you've been curious."

And while she had already stopped breathing, the last thing he said made her entire body go still. He knew. Somehow, he knew. When his metal hand came up to grab the base of her neck and squeeze it gently, she knew he was answering the question she unknowingly asked him.

In answer, she ground the curve of her ass against the presence of his growing erection and said, "I don't want any of them."

What happened afterward left her in a frazzled state of disarray for days. All of her friends noticed the change in behavior, yet she waved it off as not having gotten enough sleep lately and pretended not to be thinking of how Anakin had fucked her in front of all those people at that bar. Granted, everyone in that room was accustomed to it, but, to her, it was the most scandalous thing imaginable.

Anakin, on the other hand, made a fair attempt at hiding how he felt about it. Even when Obi-Wan asked him if Y/N was okay, saying that she'd been acting off, he kept his cool and said he had everything taken care of with his apprentice. It wasn't the first time he spoke to Obi-Wan about her behavior. When he first took her on and began training her, he sought his master out for advice on how to handle the—at the time—one-sided crush she had on him. And, for a while, Anakin followed the guidance provided to him by his mentor. He tried. He really tried, but, in the end, he couldn't help himself.

The past few days, however, have been an exercise in discretion on both of their parts.

They've been trapped inside of a ship with Obi-Wan all day, battered and exhausted from a battle which they hardly escaped from unscathed, on the journey back to Coruscant.

She sits on her own, trying to busy herself with inspecting the superficial wound she sustained on her outer thigh amidst the scuffle, while Anakin pilots the ship with Obi-Wan sitting beside him in the cockpit. It isn't deep enough to require attention beyond basic cleaning and bandaging, so she decides to leave it be until they return to the Jedi Temple where she can properly wash it. It won't be long now if what she overheard moments ago was true. Apparently, they're due to land in Coruscant in a matter of moments, and she couldn't be any happier to hear it.

It's been difficult these past few days. Not only due to their efforts to stop Dooku's attempt to kidnap Chancellor Palpatine, but because of what happened between them last week. Because of everything that has been left unsaid. It's not as if she can blame him for it. There are far too many eyes on them at all times of day for there to be an opportunity to talk about it, and once they caught wind of Dooku's plans, it was no longer a priority.

Anakin can feel her staring.

In fact, he's felt her eyes on him for the whole duration of the trip. His knuckles tightened on the controls of the ship as he resisted the urge to turn to catch a glimpse of his pretty apprentice. Thankfully, she had the foresight to keep her thoughts as innocent as possible to prevent Obi-Wan from picking up on any of it. He may be able to tense the tension surrounding them, but that could be easily written off as a consequence of their mission. He knows how much Anakin cares for her, and seeing her injured at the hands of the enemy sent him into a frenzy, keeping Dooku constantly on the defensive until he managed to escape. Obi-Wan watched as Anakin rushed over and demanded to see where she'd been hurt, on guard for any potential threat while the two of them assessed her minor injury.

It isn't until he feels Obi-Wan's hand on his shoulder and yet he realizes he landed the ship, having operated on instinct as he became lost in his thoughts of her.

"You did well," he says, then his face softens, "She's strong. She'll be fine. Don't blame yourself for it."

Anakin nods.

"I know. It wasn't anyone's fault. She was to learn how to handle losing and getting hurt somehow, doesn't she?"

This response seems to please him.

"Yes. Now, you can escort her to a medic. I'll brief the council on what happened with Dooku."

With that, Obi-Wan turns to walk away and disappears past his line of sight. Before he leaves the ship, he offers a few words of praise to Y/N on his way past. And after days of being forced to ignore what happened between them, they're finally alone. The energy in the room shifts the second Obi-Wan is gone. They can feel the tension in the air sizzling like a current of electricity between them. It's palpable. Through the force, they can feel each other's emotions flaring up into something uncontrollable after days of keeping themselves on tight leashes.

She hangs her head low as he comes to a stop in front of her.

"I'm sorry, master. I'll be better next time," she says softly.

In lieu of a verbal response, he outstretches his flesh hand to her in a silent command.

Her voice is hushed when she asks, "Anakin?" and he thinks his heart may beat out of his chest at the sound of her saying his name. The last time he heard his name fall from her lips, he was buried inside of her with one hand wrapped in her hair and the other gripping her hip for leverage to thrust into her.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he says before she drives herself mad with guilt over how the fight unfolded. "Come on, let's get you fixed up."

His hand is warm. It's larger, closing tightly around hers and using that unrelenting strength of his to tug her to her feet. Seeing that he held an arm around her waist on the way back to the ship before they departed—just in case she walked with a limp, he doesn't let go of her. He simply moves his hand to grab hold of her arm instead to keep the contact from looking too intimate when they enter the Jedi Temple together. Holding hands would look odd to any passerby, but no one would think twice about him holding her arm for support with a visible blood stain on her pant leg.

Actually, most people try to stop and ask if she's alright, but all it takes is a polite, "I'm fine," from her to get them to back off. In truth, she is fine. The skin is sliced open from the end of Dooku's lightsaber barely grazing her thigh in the midst of the fighting. She anticipated his next move and made sure to dodge, but it was a second too late. All Anakin saw was her groaning from the pain and stumbling back a few steps with her hand on her thigh before he rushed forward to defend her.

It's not a severe cut, but, of course, Anakin must make a fuss about helping her walk. She soon notices that he isn't guiding her to the medic's room, they're walking in the direction of his private rooms. They're on the opposite side across from hers, males separated from females, and he can feel her squeezing him tighter in reaction to it. He also senses her excitement. It lights up her face as she looks at him, analyzing every minute movement and twitch in his expression in hopes that she may yield something from it. He doesn't appear to be as paranoid as she is about someone seeing them go into his room together. When she turns her head from one side to the other to keep a lookout, he stares ahead and keeps pulling her down the hallway.

It isn't until the door is shut and locked behind them that she can finally let out the breath she's been holding since she realized where he was taking them. Before she can say a single word to him, he grabs her by the face and rushes forward to kiss her.

Y/N melts into the warmth of the hard, muscular body pressing into hers and reaches out to brace her hands on his biceps as she stumbles back a step from the impact of him crashing into her. Amidst the sudden arousal sparked by kissing him, their parted lips press hard into one another's in a dance for dominance that leaves them both breathless.

As soon as they pull apart, she's reaching for the band of his pants hidden beneath his robes, but he doesn't let her. Her hand is stopped short in its tracks and held in an invisible hand that keeps her from palming his cock through his pants as she planned on doing. Their lips part with the wet smacking sound, and he shakes his head against hers.

"You're bleeding," Anakin says as an explanation for the abrupt rejection that leaves her chasing after his lips as he withdraws from her.

She shakes her head and looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"It doesn't hurt."

A lie, of course, and not one she pretends to think fooled him in any capacity.

Playing along, he furrows his brows and allows the side of his mouth to upturn in a smirk. "Oh, it doesn't hurt?" he asks, reaching down to gently squeeze her injured thigh.

The sudden pain that pulses through her leg makes her body jerk against him, drawing a stifled grunt from her lips. As soon as he lets go, she's already smacking him on the arm and calling him every bad name in the book for pulling that little stunt.

"That was mean!" she whines and tries to twist her way out of his grasp, but he holds on tightly to her.

He says through a soft chuckle, "Well if you just behave and let me help you, I won't have to be mean."

At first, she huffs in annoyance, prepared to roll her eyes at him as she's grown accustomed to doing whenever he teases her now that she's grown out of wanting to please him all the time. Then, she takes note of how the cut, already cauterized from the weapon that made it, stings since he put pressure on it. There's a fresh spot of blood blooming on her pant leg, and she can't find it in herself to refuse his help.

Ever the obedient apprentice, Y/N says, "Yes, master," and walks past him in pursuit of the bedroom that is visible from where they stand.

It's difficult for Anakin to repress the noise that longs to escape him at the sound of her calling him that. She may not know the extent of what it does to him yet, but on some level, she must know that it turns him on. As wrong as it may be, he hasn't been able to withstand her calling him that for months. The shame he felt every time his cock twitched in his pants at the sound of it was too great to measure, but it wasn't enough to keep him from arousal.

He takes his time in gathering what he needs before meeting her in his bedroom.

Everything is stowed away in a designated cupboard for instances where he returns to his rooms with a scrape or cut, but he can sense that she's seconds from bursting with anticipation, so he draws it out for the sake of allowing her to suffer for a moment.

When he walks in, he takes one glance at her and simply says, "In here," then disappears into the adjoining bathroom she had yet to notice.

She smiles to herself and follows along right away. Through the opening in the door, she can see him at the counter, laying down the supplies he gathered and pretending like he's not paying attention to her even though they both know he is. The light in the small room is warm. The orange-yellow tone of it brings out the lighter undertones of his hair, and she can't help but reach up to brush it back from his face.

Anakin goes still for a split-second, then leans into where her hand makes contact with the side of his head in a movement so slight, she questions whether or not she actually saw it.

His gloved cybernetic hand pats the open counter space once.

"Up," he commands.

Obviously, he doesn't expect her to do it herself with the cut running up the side of her thigh, so once she puts her hands on the countertop for support, he takes it upon himself to grab her on the underside of her thighs, careful to stay away from her wound, and hoist her up onto the counter.

The silence is overwhelming on its own, but with the natural tension that always spikes whenever they're alone together added to it, she can hardly breathe. He makes quick work of her pants and shimmies them down her hips with little effort. The contact of the fabric brushing against the open, bloody skin causes her to wince, but he's quick to murmur an apology. Other than what he did in his bedroom to test the honesty of her claim, he'd never do anything to hurt her. At least, not on purpose.

She watches him dampen a washcloth with warm, soapy water and kneel down in front of her, then braces herself for when it'll make contact with the laceration. To give credit where it's due, she only flinches a tiny bit as he wipes down the length of her thigh.

After another moment of this, she finally summons the courage to ask the burning question she's had since the night they spent in the city together.

"Are we ever going to talk about what we did?"

This halts his movements for a second. The hand using holding the soapy rag moves from her leg to toss it into the sink, then picks up another soaked in water to rinse the soap from her skin. At first, he doesn't answer her question. He just squeezes the water out of the cloth and allows it to wash the mixture of blood and soap from her thigh. It takes a few seconds of hesitation for him to acknowledge what she said.

He looks up at her, and, suddenly, every fear she had that it was a one-time thing, that he used his power over her for sexual gratification, is blown away like dust in the wind. His eyes are soft when looking at her. So unlike the cruel, steely-eyed glare she watched him give Dooku when she was hit by his lightsaber.

Anakin tosses the soiled cloth into the sink alongside the first one and reaches for the gauze pads he unwrapped before she came in.

"You're ready to talk about it?" he asks with an undercurrent of skepticism.

What he doesn't say—what she can feel through the force as well as the powerful connection they've developed—is that if she is ready to have that conversation, there's no going back. He kept himself at bay for far too long, and if she wants him the way he wants her, he's prepared to risk everything for it. That's the thing about Anakin. He lives in extremes, and now that she has become the target of his fixations, there's nothing he wouldn't do for her.

She nods.

In the silence that follows, she's left to assume that he's offering her the chance to speak first lest his assumption as to where this is headed ends up being wrong. He busies himself for the time being by pressing the gauze pads down onto her wound with harsh pressure to keep her from bleeding anymore, and reaches for the medical tape to secure them in place.

"I liked it..." Y/N says softly. "But"—his chest stops moving up and down at the use of the word—"what if they find out? We've been taught that attachments are bad, but, every time I'm with you, I can't help but wonder how it could be so inherently bad if it feels so right."

Her thigh is lifted from the countertop under guidance from his gloved hand as the other wraps her wound, packed with gauze, with a bandage to keep everything in place. Still, he has yet to look at her again. His eyes are fixed on her injured thigh with an intensity that would frighten many, but not her. Never her. Without a second to spare, he finishes wrapping her thigh and looks up at her from between her legs.

He shakes his head, the sharp motion of it toeing the line of being neurotic, and he slides his flesh hand up the length of her unharmed thigh. It comes to a stop at her hip, teasing the edge of her undergarments.

"You know, they're not always right about everything," Anakin says. His pointer finger slides until it reaches the band of the thin fabric separating his touch from where she wants it most. During this, his gaze never leaves her face. "They'll never need to know about us. We're alone together all the time and nobody questions it because it's for the sake of your training. The council doesn't think anything of it." His mouth curves up at the end again in one of those terribly charming half-smiles that weakens her knees. The tone of his voice turns soft, yet deadly serious when he says, "I'll protect you if it comes to that."

Not missing a beat, she counters, "I don't need your protection."

He huffs a laugh at this.

"I know that. You're powerful. That's why they put us together." He reaches up with his gloved hand to take hold of the opposite side of her underwear, a signal for her to lift her hips off the counter. A signal she complies with without thought. "I just meant that, together, they can't stop us from doing what we want." His eyes soften as he slips the garment off around her ankles. "From being with who we want." A beat of silence. His soft lips press into the inside of her thigh, inching up and up and up all while he keeps eye contact..."They can try but they won't take you from me."

At last, when his head is nudging her thighs further apart and his lips brush the pulsing heat that lies between them, he senses her surrender.

Y/N's head tips back, mouth falling open with a quiet moan, when he licks into her. The arousal is sticky where it coats his lips and chin, and he can't help but hum in approval of the distinct scent and taste of her that overwhelms his senses. This was something he didn't get the chance to do in that questionable back room at the bar. It wasn't as if he didn't prepare her for it, he warmed her up with his fingers, but it wasn't exactly the kind of place he wanted to do this at. He didn't want anyone else to see her undressed. Seeing that her robes covered her the whole time, he didn't have to worry about it that night.

It starts out as gentle, tentative licks that circle her clit without giving it as much attention as she wants. He works her up to it slowly, as if to taunt her, and it isn't until her fingers begin to tug at the strands of his overgrown hair that he gives in. Her hips jerk forward against his face instinctively when he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks hard for the sake of drawing a noise out of her. Of course, he gets what he wants. The heavenly sound she makes has his cock straining against the confines of his pants, and there's nothing he can do to satisfy it unless he resorts to rutting up against the cabinets beneath the sink.

Every breath she exhales becomes shakier as the seconds pass with his head buried between her thighs.

"M-Master," she whines, unsure of whether or not it's appropriate to use his name yet. She's only ever called him by his first name when the situation at hand causes her to forget her place. Considering that he's currently going down on her, he'd say that they're well past the point of such formalities, but he also likes that there's still a touch of obedience left in her. "That feels so good..."

His lips leave her clit for a second to allow him to dip his tongue into her entrance to get a better taste of her. Both of his hands are now gripping her hips to keep them in place as he ruins his apprentice with little regret or guilt left to flow through him. Past the point of no return, he no longer clings to his last scraps of morality in regard to his strange relationship with her. In the days following their secret tryst, he was trapped in a strange internal debate. He was torn between duty and love, caught between unstable moods that caused him to become hot and cold with her depending on whose company they were in. Whenever Obi-Wan was near, he couldn't allow himself to interact with her as he typically does. He didn't know if he could control himself.

The hand wrapped up in his honey-hued hair tugs on it once, and he just assumes it's because of what he's doing to her. A second later, she's pulling again, but it's harder, as though she's trying to get his attention. When he pulls his mouth away from her and looks up, her other hand reaches down to cradle his face. It guides him up and up and up until they're face to face again, and she kisses him once before speaking into the small space left between them.

"I want you," she whispers with her forehead pressed to his.

Anakin smiles and nudges her nose with his.

"You have me."

When they kiss again, she moans at the taste of herself covering the lips pressed to hers as well as the tongue that gently licks into her mouth. The fingers twirling the loose curls of hair at the back of his neck use their position to keep him trapped in the hot, open-mouthed kiss with her. There are no objections on his end, of course. If it weren't for their duties as Jedi, he would want to take her far away where no one could ever find them and spend the rest of his days this way.

She says the second she gets the chance, "You know what I mean," in regards to what was said before he distracted her.

To this, he sighs, and it isn't a frustrated sound, nor is it a tired one. It's the way a person sighs when they're placed before something in life that they know is bigger than themselves, resigning themselves to their fate not with reluctance but with acceptance.

"Mmm," he hums, then says, "I know. I just have one condition."

She nods.

"Use my name when we're alone," he whispers.

The request sends her mind reeling as he picks her up from the bathroom counter with her legs clinging around his hips and carries her off into his bedroom. Her arms are flung around his neck in a frantic bid to keep herself from falling, yet all he can do is laugh at her sudden panic. As if he would ever let her fall. His lips press a tender kiss to the warm curve of her neck on the short walk into the room, and that small action makes a world of a difference to her. Every insecurity or fear she had after their first time is assuaged by his honesty and the care he shows for her in everything he does tonight.

Although the door is locked and she knows that Obi-Wan and the others are meeting to discuss what occurred on their mission, he still feels the need to close the door to his room before setting her down on her feet before the end of his bed. All that's left to cover her is her utility belt and tunic, which is already torn at the shoulder leading down to her elbow from the fight that later caused the injury to her thigh.

She stands still and allows him to unfasten the belt from around her waist, although, the contact of his hands brushing her body makes it difficult for her to breathe as calmly and deeply as usual. Despite how familiar they already are with one another in terms of physical intimacy, her face flushes with heat at the idea of him seeing her fully undressed.

With her tunic then lifted from her body and tossed aside, she stands in front of him without anything left to shield herself from his intense gaze. His eyes look her up and down, then come back to settle on her face with an appreciation that causes her stomach to flutter with nerves. The air is cold against her nipples, which harden from both the exposure and the undivided attention being given to her.

He reaches across the space between them to brush his fingertips against her skin, but just when he's about to make contact, she stops him. She grabs his wrist and looks up at him through her lashes defiantly, then smirks at him.

"It's my turn."

He does her the courtesy of undoing the greaves guarding his shins and kicking off his shoes, but, after that, she begins with his utility belt.

It comes loose from his lean waist and is tossed aside onto the floor where he discarded hers in a matter of seconds, but, after that, every move she makes is deliberately slower than the last. She can sense how eager he is. The energy coming off of him practically rattles the room with its commanding presence, and it worsens with every second she draws this torment out. With the belt out of the way, it's easy for her to slip the tabard off of his shoulders. All of the layers would typically frustrate her when taking her clothes off to bathe herself, but it's different now. When undressing Anakin, the tedious nature of it makes everything feel more sensual to her.

Finally, once his overtunic and undertunic are pulled from his torso, she is met with the sight of him bare before her. Well, partly. The dying daylight illuminates him for her, allowing her to admire what she was not able to the first time.

The tips of her fingers graze his skin with a feathery-light touch as she drags them down from the base of his neck down to his abdomen. Beneath them, hard, taut muscle pushes back against the gentle pressure they exert. And she finds, as she allows herself to inspect him further as though he's a miraculous species wholly unknown to her, that she quite enjoys the way his stomach flinches inward in anticipation when she reaches the waistband of his loose-fitting pants.

As her right hand works at undoing his pants, the left reaches for the glove covering his cybernetic arm. Finger by finger, she tugs it away until she's able to slip it off of him and let it fall to the floor with the rest of his clothes. When she looks up from where the fake hand rests at his side, she finds him staring at her as though he's trying to analyze every thought that crosses her mind now that he's the one put in a position of vulnerability.

Y/N's hands brace against his shoulders now, and she stares right back at him without fear. The hand that just slipped his glove off of his arm creeps up his neck until it's cupping the side of his head. All the while, he's still watching her. Even as she runs her thumb along the length of the scar that cuts through his eyebrow down to the top of his right cheekbone.

Their lips are a hair's breadth apart now, so close that they can feel the heat of one another's exhales hitting their faces, and when Anakin dips his head down to kiss her again for the first time in what feels like (two minutes) an eternity, she's quick to jerk her head back enough to keep it from happening.

"I'm not done yet," she whispers, their lips brushing with every word. "You had your fun, now let me have mine."

His head shakes. Just once.

Anakin murmurs, "I need you," and there's a small part of him that knows how pathetic he must appear to her right now, clinging onto her by the curve of her waist and desperately trying to connect their mouths in a kiss, but he doesn't care. There's a rosy blush spread across his face extending to his ears, yes, but there's something about her that sets him at ease. He may feel shy about it, but it doesn't stop him from using his grip on her waist to press her body closer to his and say softly, "Please."

Oh, the things that hearing him beg does to her...

At this point, she can't help herself. There's nothing she can do to stop her from pouncing on him as she does the second she hears him utter that word, tossing her arms around his broad shoulders and jumping to wrap her legs around his hip. He intercepts her unexpected actions with a grace very few others could have, but, with their connection, he has a way of anticipating what she says and does before it happens.

He grabs hold of her thighs without thinking of the injury she sustained battling Dooku, then immediately murmurs an apology once he senses her pain and hears her wince into his mouth as he walks her back toward the bed.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers, kissing her once, twice, three times. "Are you okay?"

Where her face is pressed up against his, he feels her nod and takes that as his cue to set her down atop the sheets that he left unmade and twisted upon waking in the early hours of the morning the day they left. The sun, the light that had illuminated his half-naked body to her a moment ago, is beginning to slip partway below the horizon and washes the sky gold in its absence. That fading light shines in through the windows and creates a hazy glow around her, and, for a second, he thinks she might be an angel.

Both of their hands frantically scramble to push his undone pants down, along with his undergarments, as he climbs onto the bed after her. They're kicked from where they fall around his ankles before he settles himself between her eagerly spread thighs. Neither of them can bear to wait any longer, so the second he gets within arm's reach of her, she grabs him by his biceps and tries to pull him up to meet her faster.

The soft palm of her hand grazes down the length of his chest once again, but, this time, there's nothing left to prevent her from touching him. Her forehead is pressed to his, her chin tilted down, and she watches her hand wrap around his thick cock to guide him to her entrance. She pumps her closed fist around him a few times with her thumb brushing over his leaking tip just for the sake of hearing his breath hitch in his throat from it.

There's no need to get it over with quickly seeing that Obi-Wan reporting to the council about their mission will likely take up to an hour, but, the thing is, they both know they don't have the patience to make it last. They're both too rash and antsy when it comes to one another after days of avoidance, and she thinks she may die if she doesn't have him right now. Everything with Anakin feels natural. It feels like this is where she's meant to be and exactly what they're meant to be doing together. She may not have known it until recently but there has always been that thread connecting them. From the beginning, it was there. It was only a matter of time before one of them tugged on it.

She can hardly string together a sentence once she feels the broad tip of him pushing into her, "Oh"—her nails dig into his arms hard enough to break the skin and continue to apply more pressure as he sinks into her—"Anakin..."

Her bottom lip is bitten between her teeth at the feeling of him buried inside of her, so deep that she can feel the bony prominence of his hip bones pressing into the soft flesh of her thighs. And she knows it's affecting him just as much from how his metal hand squeezed her hip hard enough to leave finger-shaped indents behind on her skin. Although she's ready for him to move, she can tell that he's waiting for himself to be ready. His eyes are fluttered shut, forehead pressed to hers, and she can tell he's trying not to let himself be overcome by how good it feels.

What he said to her days ago at the bar wasn't a lie, he has done this multiple times before, but it's never too often. It was only a means to an end, a way to satisfy the urge he felt guilt and shame for having in the first place. This is different than those other times for him. Seeing that it's her he's doing this with, he can hardly control himself and refrain from spending in her in the span of a moment much like he did the first time he had sex.

After a moment has passed and his breathing has turned deep and even, she whispers, nudging his nose with hers, "Look at me."

The second she says it, he obeys, and she didn't expect to find him being to her will to be so...alluring. As her master, he's the one who typically commands. She is the one who listens, who serves, who obeys, but, right now, everything is backward. Anakin looks down at her for guidance with the same hunger and desire as before but softened around the edges.

His hair is soft to the touch when her fingers play with it, and she uses her grip on his scalp to pull his lips down to hers.

"Fuck me," she murmurs into his mouth as they engage in a lazy kiss. Her hips press up into his in a silent urging for him to move that he listens to immediately with a tentative thrust.

His arms cage her in on either side of her head as he licks into her mouth with his tongue and starts to fuck into her at a relaxed pace. Still, even with how slow and tender it may be, she feels him so deep inside of her, she wonders if she could feel him there if she pressed her palm flat against the bottom of her stomach. The languid undulations of his hips guiding his cock in and out of her builds on the pleasure he had given her earlier.

Last time, it had been painful when he first entered her, but, this time, there was only a slight sense of pressure, if being overwhelmed, that gave way to the pleasant feeling she found toward the end of their first intimate encounter. Even when she found it somewhat uncomfortable at the beginning, she still wanted it for the sake of being close to him. Of being the one to make him feel good. And now that it feels good almost straight away, she is overwhelmed with how badly she wants him. Nothing is ever going to be enough for her, is it? Even as they're kissing and fucking and grabbing at one another in a frenzy of need, she still wants more of him.

One of her hands slides down the length of his body and grabs his hip to guide him into a faster pace with every thrust.

"Just like that," she says between panting breaths.

The words of praise cause his face to flush for what feels like the tenth time since they retreated to the privacy of his rooms, and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. Despite the fact that he holds power over her as her master, she senses his desire for her to take control and take care of him. To treat him with the reverence and praise he is so scarcely granted anywhere else in his life. So, she takes control. He may have the physical advantage with his considerable strength and position on top of her, but only a fool would think he's the one in power here. The second she told him to look at her, he willingly gave it up.

Her other hand, the one that isn't holding onto his hip, comes up to card through the long tufts of hair on the back of his head. She pulls it taut from his scalp to maneuver his face away, creating a short distance that allows them to stare into each other's eyes as they're both overcome with the sensation of it all. His brows pinch together a little at the feeling of her tight walls squeezing down around him on the upstroke of his thrusts as though she's trying to push him closer to the precipice he refuses to fall from without bringing her along with him. It doesn't feel like he's the experienced one here even though he's been doing this much longer than her. It almost makes him scoff. He should've known that she'd take to this quickly just as she does with everything else. His smart girl.

"Fuck," Anakin curses under his breath and truly starts to throw himself into it now. "You feel"—his sentence starts and stops before he can string it together, so he abandons it altogether in favor of spewing the first, most vulnerable thought that springs to mind—"Promise you'll never leave me."

If she's being honest, the unrestrained honesty in his request addles her brain far more than the sex itself. However, it doesn't scare her away as he fears it will. Maybe it's a little sick, but she likes how desperate he is for her. How could she not enjoy the simple truth that she is the only one who can bring the great Anakin Skywalker to his knees? It's a beautiful thing to see him in such a state of mindless bliss.

Her arms twine around his waist in a tight embrace to bring their bodies closer than they already are somehow, and when she opens her mouth to speak, she's interrupted by a moan that leaves her suddenly at the feeling of him hitting a sweet spot inside of her. When she pulled him down onto her until their bodies were flush, it adjusts the angle of his thrust and puts delightful pressure on her clit with his pubic bone. After taking a second to relish in the sensation, she looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes and lifts her head up from the mattress to kiss him.

She murmurs into his open mouth, "I won't." The next thrust he makes into her is significantly harder than the rest have been in reaction. "I'll never leave you, Ani. I promise."

The sound he makes in response almost pushes her over the edge. It's somewhere caught between a moan and a whine, a thrilling noise that makes her tense around him once more and writhe beneath the weight of his body pinning her to the bed. A familiar tension stirs in the pit of her abdomen now. It crescendos into territory where the stimulation almost becomes unbearable, begging to explode as it did the last time in an earth-shattering climax that left her limp and incoherent in his arms.

Since he can sense how close she's getting, he doesn't change anything. He pulls back as much as he can without shifting the position and watches her in utter fascination. It's the little things that get him—how her nose scrunches a little when it starts to get to be too much, the way she looks up at him like she's in a daze, and how his name sounds coming from her pretty, kiss-swollen lips. They shine in the dim light from a mixture of their saliva, and he can't resist the urge to lean down to connect them with his again.

And this makes her smile. Everything about it makes her radiate joy, an emotion he can feel her projecting onto him without trying to shield it. Like him, she adores the little things—how his hair tickles her forehead the whole time, the sound of his moans, and how he never eases his grip on her as though he's afraid she'll disappear in the event that he lets go. On top of that, she likes how warm he is. She's come to realize over the past week that Anakin is the human embodiment of a furnace. Every time he pulls her near, she takes comfort in the heat that comes from his body, and, as of the current moment, she loves it.

His skin is hot to the touch where it meets hers, covered in a thin sheen of perspiration that greets her tongue with a salty taste when she dips her face into his neck to kiss him there. Her teeth nip at his skin and leave a faint mark behind that they both know will be hidden by his clothes later. With her nearing climax, she can't do much other than claw at his upper back and try to stifle the sounds she's making in case anyone is nearby.

Her lips stop moving against his neck, not because she'd ever want to stop kissing him, but because she can't function beyond the mindless bucking of their hips and the slack-jawed sounds she lets out. Her head thumps back onto the bed without a sound, back arching up against him, and her legs constrict around his hips to prevent him from going anywhere but closer.

As for Anakin, nothing could rile him up the way she does. Every stroke inside of her collapses any shred of sense and logic left in him, leaving behind just the primal urges that currently guide him.

Knowing how close she is, Y/N asks with her face pressed to his, leaning into the role he inadvertently pushed her into, "Are gonna be good for me?"

Even through the hazy state of mind he's in, he finds a way to nod when she asks him this. He's so far gone that he isn't sure he can form the words to verbally respond to her. All he knows is that she's here. She's here, and she's caring for him, and she promised she'd never leave. That's the sole thing occupying his mind as she offers him a sweet smile and plays with his hair the way she knows he likes.

"That's right," she says softly, then pauses for a second to stifle a moan. His frantic pursuit of their respective orgasms leaves them both trembling in each other's arms while she tries to maintain enough composure to speak to him through it. Every time he slams his hips down into hers, sheathing his cock in her sodden cunt and hitting that sweet spot without fail, she can almost feel the relief that's soon to find her. "I don't know what you would've done if you weren't my master"—his cybernetic hand grips her throat with enough pressure to use it as leverage but not to prevent her from speaking—"How long have you been waiting for me, Ani?"

Despite his previous assumption that he no longer had the ability to speak, he responds instantly between his panting breaths, "My whole life—"

His words are cut off by the downright pornographic display that is her orgasm. It comes on suddenly, without a warning for him to prepare himself, and he groans at how tight she becomes through the intense peaks that reduce her to a tensing, shaking mess beneath him. It is somehow twice as intense as the one given to her in that seedy bar he escorted her to last week. It wouldn't surprise her if she makes him bleed with how harshly her nails dig into his flesh, but that's far beneath her at this point. The pleasure wipes her mind clean of everything but him. In her head, she hears it like a prayer over and over and over again—Anakin, Anakin, Anakin.

Her master—who is now pounding into her and keeping her pinned to his mattress with his body weight throughout her climax. He fucks her through every second of it, prolonging the all-consuming pleasure far longer than it ever lasts when she touches herself.

Then, something new happens.

Just at the end of her climax as she begins to feel it recede as it always does, she thinks she feels another coming on. This has never happened to her before in her limited experience. Most of the time, touching herself is a quick affair before she fell asleep that felt good, but it wasn't anything like this. She can sense that it surprises him too when he feels her tight walls spasming around his cock for the second time in a row, and this is all it takes to push him over the edge.

Anakin clings to her as though she is the only thing tethering him to this planet, stilling inside of her with a low moan as she watches him come apart for her. She already thought he was beautiful before, but, fuck, he's utterly divine like this. He has always been above the others in her eyes, not only as a Jedi but as a person—a deity for her to worship and learn from as his Padawan. But, now that worship is intensified by what she sees, hears, and feels when he comes. The hand around her neck squeezes hard enough to keep her from taking in air.

Her head is tilted back against the mattress, her jaw slack, and her back arches up, pressing her bare breasts against the toned musculature of his chest that clenches throughout his orgasm. She can feel him throbbing inside her with every spurt of his release that floods and spills out of her at the base of his cock.

Even after half a moment passes, they both remain like this without moving despite how the sensitivity causes them to tremble. Her chest falls when his rises in a push and pull much like that of the tides as they pant for air. He keeps his face buried in her neck the entire time and doesn't retreat from the hiding spot until he feels her hand tracing up and down the length of his spine absentmindedly. It wakes him from the post-orgasmic haze and forces him to remember that, although they have some time to themselves, they have to meet with Obi-Wan shortly after he's finished reporting to the council.

Still, he doesn't pull out of her yet.

He asks instead, not wanting it to end, "Can we stay like this for a minute?" and sighs in relief when she mutters back a quick word of approval.

She keeps her arms wrapped around his chest to trap him in her embrace and continues to rub up and down his sweat-slick back in a soothing pattern. It almost causes his eyes to close and submit to the alluring gravitational pull of sleep that longs to drag him under. With the clarity of her thoughts returning, she can't ignore the worries that come to mind in regard to how they'll manage to hide this from the others.

Without her even having to voice these worries aloud, Anakin pulls his face from her neck and brushes her hair from her face with his flesh hand, looking down upon her with a tender gaze.

"It'll be okay," he says softly, and, for a second, she thinks she believes him. She thinks she'd believe anything he says for the next few moments. "They'll never know. Even if they end up suspecting it, there won't be a way to prove it."

She asks, face twisted with concern, "Are you sure?" and, suddenly, they're pushed back into their natural roles with her looking to him, someone she considers far wiser, for guidance and reassurance.

Though there's a slight smile, though the adoration for her remains present in his expression, there's a flicker of darkness in his gaze, and his arms tighten around her waist seemingly in response to it. As he had when they were writhing together in pleasure not long ago, he holds onto her as though someone or something will come along to take her from his possession the second he eases his hold on her. Those pretty blue eyes never once stray from hers.

Anakin keeps the side of her head cupped in one of his hands and says, "Nothing will ever take you from me."

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