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Struggle For Light (Anakin Skywalker x fem!oc)

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x younger! fem!oc

summary: soulmate au that takes place some point after order 66, Anakin isn’t burnt though! Just a drab I did about my Star Wars oc getting Ani to come back to the light. Super angsty and fluffy.

warnings: angst (force restriction, pining, heartbreak lmao), light injury to oc, kidnap, nothing too specific

word count: 4.25k

A/N: I’ve never posted my writing before so please go easy on me!! I wrote this a while ago but I’m kinda proud of it. I know it’s not exactly canon but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Rori couldn't suppress the quaking tremble that rocked her nerves in the presence of the all powerful Sith. From her place on the floor, the cold plated ground burned into her knees. The invisible force around her body constricted, pinning her movements harshly.

"Ah. We finally meet, young one." Darth Sidious hissed. His glowing amber eyes burned holes into her flesh, and it took everything in her not to flinch. Her eyes flickered to the looming dark figure standing just beside him.

Anakin.

No, not anymore. But she knew there was something of his former self buried within him, she could feel his light, clawing at his cage of suffering to be free.

Their eyes met, and she searched out the light in his eyes. However, she couldn't feel him.

A cold, biting frost curled inside her and for a moment, she wondered if her soulmate would never truly come back to the light.

"I've scoured the Galaxy looking for you. The last puzzle piece required to finally—" He placed a shriveled hand on Vader's shoulder. Though it wasn't comforting—it was claiming. Vader was his pawn, his puppet for dark bidding. "..cleanse the weakness from my apprentice."

He stalked forward then, and Rori forced herself to follow his movements, refusing to bow to his will, albeit it suffocating.

"And now that you're here, your fate is sealed. By taking your life, my apprentice will finally be free of his conflict, and free to rise up and rule on the Throne of the Sith." His words slithered across her skin, stroking the hard to swallow sinking feeling inside her. "That is—unless, you bow to the power of the Dark Side. Pledge your allegiance to your overlords, and I might have him spare your life."

There it was. An offer. A way out.

Still, there was a roaring beast inside of her that could never allow herself to turn in the way that they had. A single line of purpose drew her eyes back to her soulmate, before she angrily flickered her gaze up at the Sith.

"Whatever you have to offer me—I don't want it. I will never bow to you." She managed to keep her voice steady, her soft features set in determination, her jaw set.

"Such fire you have." He hissed, presence circling around her. Testing. "Such potential for greatness. That anger inside of you—it could give you so much power."

Rori winced at his words.

"Ah, I see." He spoke. "Conflict, yes. But there's more—your feelings drive your will." He paused, coming to stand above her appraisingly. She felt an aggressive tug at the front of her mind as his clawed hand rose to her head.

She gasped in pain at the sharp intrusion, blinded by the shuffling and peeling away at her mind.

"There it is." He grunted. "Pain. Suffering. And..rejection. Abandonment. Your family is gone, your very fate balanced in the hands of my apprentice himself. You only have one option—allow yourself to indulge on those powerful emotions."

She managed to open her eyes, immediately locking onto Vader's. Though his eyes glowed russet, she searched for him anyways. He was in there. Somewhere buried in his own self-isolation was Anakin, the hero from the Clone Wars she'd always heard about. A boy so powerful in the light that he became a hero.

Sidious hissed then, a wheeze of disgust.

"Compassion." He growled out the word. "Is weak. It is easily squashed in the face of true power."

"I won't give in, Sidious. Your attempts to manipulate me as you have done with Anakin won't work." Rori heaved with the force of his prying at her brain.

She felt her breathing echo in her ears as she struggled to find the defining thread of calm in her mind. When she felt it, she grabbed on with both hands and held onto it forcefully. Her ivy green eyes held steady with his own, and with one slight push—she knocked the looming void of darkness further from her head.

The dark lord let out a short gasp of surprise—stepping a foot back from her.

"Confounding." He breathed in a hiss, his eyes burning down at her. "Vader's soulmate is force-sensitive." Though there was an underlying icy chill in his words—he wasn't praising her, no—he was testing her. Eyeing her with intrigue, suspicion—and greed.

She held his gaze, and just she felt his sharp tendrils creep back into her brain—she gathered her energy and quieted her mind to push once more. She felt his hold slip momentarily as he physically slid back another foot.

She was trembling visibly now, the force of her energy untapped and raw. She'd spent her whole life concealing her ability in fear of who might notice the connection.

Well—she guessed the lothcat was out of the bag now.

Sidious seemed to set his shoulders, a snarl echoing from his mouth. She figured that was it—she would likely be slaughtered here in front of them both, left for dead with a saber burn through her chest. Her eyes flashed to Vader again, allowing herself another glance at who her soulmate might've been. She could almost picture it—in another way, another life—she could see herself alongside him at the Old Republic temple of the Jedi, could see his boyish light, his eyes unmarred by darkness.

That was when Sidious let out a sharp cackle of delight that had her snapping her attention back to him.

"Truly remarkable. Your darkness rises, and light comes to meet it. Your abilities, your connection to the Force, it reminds me of the raw strength I once sensed in my young apprentice." One claw rose as he spoke, a dark grin on his pale, scarred face.

"Untapped potential for power. With my guidance, you could lead the Sith from the throne alongside your soulmate. Yes, yes—I see it now. The Galaxy would be forced to their knees in the presence of you both—your dyad in the force is strong—ruling together as one would be much more beneficial to me."

Then, for the first time throughout the confrontation, he turned towards his apprentice. His figure, however, slinked back so he was standing to her side.

"I see a new opportunity for the both of you, Vader. One that will only strengthen your power." He lowered his hand and let one mangled claw scratch against her jaw, lifting it to face Vader again. Rori inhaled sharply at the scrape digging into her soft flesh, her features twisting in a flash of disgust. "This girl is your prophecy. I know you desire her—you cannot hide such an emotion, my apprentice. Your soul aches to intertwine with hers, your force signature longs to claim her as your own. Her beauty is undeniable—" His claws scrape deeper into her jaw, as if presenting her face to his apprentice invitingly. "Her connection to the force mirrors your own, her bravery and rebelliousness are cunning."

His grip digs into her skin, making her stifle a whimper of pain. Her heart thrumming in her chest, her arms still struggling to break free of the invisible binds that held her down.

"Rise and claim her, Vader. Fuse your power with her own, and you will be unstoppable, unbeatable. And if you will not—then you will rise, and you will kill her. You will consume her life force, and all the raw power she holds will be yours." He barked.

She felt a sizzling electric current slither into her body, a sting of electricity that curled into her bones. All attention turned to Vader in that moment. Though he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at Sidious.

She couldn't help but allow her signature to brush against his own, seeking any sort of give in his coldness. He couldn't accept his Master's sinister plan—it would only bring darkness, pain, suffering. And she knew he had his fair share of those things already. If he accepted—then his soul was truly lost.

Her Anakin wouldn't exist any longer. Her once beautiful, shining beacon of a man who was once loved, once grounded by compassion and honor, would be finally reduced to nothing but a lost, isolated husk of the boy he once was.

And Rori would rather he strike her down with the burning heat of his saber and bleed out on the floor than witness the remnants of his light be snuffed out. And she would sooner drive the saber into her own heart than agree to rule beside him.

It was then that his flickering gaze met hers. She felt something stir within her—she felt his own signature weakly give way to her own prodding, golden bright energy. She struggled to not reveal the shock it gave her. She allowed it to bloom into her own—that was when she was racked with the intensity of his emotions—suffering, guilt, anger, longing.

And she knew it wasn't Vader's signature she was feeling—it was his.

Anakin's. The Chosen One, the hero, the one who she would have fallen madly in love with if they had met before he became suffocated be fear and anguish. The one whose soul was crafted by the force to perfectly mold with her own.

Then, he spoke.

"I will..." His resounding footsteps moved infinitesimally closer. "..claim her, Master. I was blind to her force capabilities—but now I see what I must do." His voice wracked a tremor down her spine.

She held his gaze as he slowly approached. She felt a twinge of fear bubble in her throat. His words said something different than his heart—and now she would finally see what side would win.

"The choice is yours, my apprentice. Either way..her power is yours for the taking." Sidious urged.

Her clear, sea glass eyes burned into his own. A part of her pleading—for what, she didn't know. Maybe it was to just end it for her, to save her from a life of corruption and evil. Or maybe it was to save her, save them both, somehow.

His gloved hand clenched around the hilt of his saber—and in one flash of carmine red, she felt the heat and sizzle as it ignited, heard the hum it exuded in the grand room swallowed in silence.

Though her heart now jammed uncontrollably against her chest, her mouth drying as it felt like she was swallowing hot sand—she kept her eyes trained steadily on his.

Come back to me, Anakin. Be with me.

The words pressed from her mind, and somehow, she knew they pressed directly into his. He stood before her now, looming over her like an Angel of death. If she was to die like this, at least his face would be the last thing she would see.

"Wise choice, my young apprentice." Sidious croaked from the sidelines, and she barely noticed his claws had unlatched from her skin as he floated to stand beside the display in front of him. "Strike her down, now! Set yourself free from the weakness of the Light. There will be no mortal coil strong enough to hold you back any longer—soon you will be free to bathe in true power!"

Rori breathed in, feeling a sense of calm wash over her mind as she pulled herself tighter to the Force, the burning light within her. She blocked Sidious' voice from her mind, focusing solely on Anakin's presence within the Sith before her. She kept it close to her own signature, refusing to let it weaken and bury itself back into the suffocating fog of darkness that had rooted into him. She grasped the swirling tendrils of Light with her full force, curling her own into it and tugging it up, up and up.

"Do it, Vader! Do it now!" Sidious thundered, though it seemed so far away to her ears. "Kill the final restraint to your darkness, snuff out the last of your weakness—fulfill your prophecy!"

Rori struggled with the tremors racking her nerves, struggled against the choking shadows that burned against her own signature as she dug deeper into his. Her total strength was pouring through their bond now, allowing her molten glowing Light to fully link to his own. Her bones trembled with the strength it took her to do so, as if her body was physically fighting.

Be with me, Anakin.

I know you. I feel you.

You're not lost. Not to me.

Their gazes swallowed each other whole—it was all consuming. She knew he could hear her, but his face failed to reveal any sign. His eyes though—his burning Sith eyes—for just a moment—flickered in recognition.

She felt her incessant tugging finally give way—his scalding Light shone through like a beacon amongst the night sky. It immediately sought her own—curling it's tendrils almost shyly towards her calming presence—before rolling like a freighter right into her inviting warmth.

It was then that she became aware that there was no longer any invisible binds locked tight around her arms. The icy chill of restraint had long since lifted.

She rolled her wrists behind her back in relief, though she knew better than to reveal her renewed mobility. Something in his gaze reflected that battle raging between their signatures—it was as if the armor had been reduced to ash, burnt and melted away by her incessant, flickering flame. She only sensed vindication now—he had decided. And though her heart fluttered in her throat and her body warmed at the feeling of his final give— flooded her with relief as two halves swirled into each other, reunited at last—she knew she had to allow him to take the final step.

And so, she allowed herself to engulf him fully, knowing that he would be able to read her just as easily. She blanketed him with her Light, her forgiveness, her very being——and with the first spark of their shared flame, she knew whatever he did next was his own choice. Anakin's—not Vader's.

As his arm lifted the humming saber up and over his head, his eyes flickered in the hazy red light reflected in them. And she swore, for a moment, the golden color shifted to an electrifying azure blue. The saber disappeared behind the vast expanse of his darkened figure as he prepared to strike a final blow—

Determination steeled his gaze into hers—but it was not the murderous gaze of a Sith—instead, it reflected the rising spirit of Light—of a Jedi who had conviction in himself and his connection to the Force. A connection to the Light.

Then she felt the cold hilt of his saber materialize into her open palms behind her back. An imperceptible nod from him told her that it was now time to end this suffering.

"Strike her! Do it now!" Sidious roared.

And in that moment—Aurora gripped the metal in her hands tightly, rose up from her aching legs, and ignited the burning red saber. With Sidious' attention on Anakin—she swiftly arced the blade straight into his back, spearing him right through the chest.

His cry of surprise and agony gurgled in his throat, but not before his face curled into a monstrous snarl at the betrayal.

Before she could sense it, his hand shot out and a blast of energy lifted her into the air and flung her all the way until she was crashing painfully into the pillar of the throne.

"You dare betray me?!" His words boomed, shaking the floor she was slumped against. A pain rattled through her skull, echoing in an ache that spread throughout her body.

Through hazy eyes, she watched as Sidious staggered from the blow, face seized in fury towards Anakin.

"You're weak! I always knew it to be true! Pathetic little Skywalker—" He hissed out, though she could sense his scramble to gain control as the life force faded from his body. "I am what gave you such power! You're nothing without me! You have nothing without me—"

His clawed hand shot out, attempting to pull the saber into his own grip at the same time that Anakin did the same. The glinting saber rattled at the force exerted on it, refusing to give in either direction.

"You're blinded by your weakness, Vader! You've always been weak—you've always been afflicted by your compassion! Blinded by your pathetic need to protect—yet you didn't have the strength to kill that wife of yours, and you continue to fail in killing Kenobi!" Sidious wheezed.

In an instant—the saber had flung itself right into the Sith Lord's shriveled hand.

Anakin glowered at his former Master—his outstretched hand falling slack as the words echoed around the room.

"You told me I killed her." His voice was low, thick with rolling anger. Rori could sense it though—the slight tremble in his nerves.

Sidious grinned something dark.

"I did, didn't I?"

Then, before her eyes could blink, the two lunged at each other. Anakin pushed his hand out as a snarl reminiscent of Vader curled onto his face, causing the Sith to slide back. He was quickly onto his feet for someone with a saber burn sliced clean through them—igniting the saber just in time to swing it at Anakin's offensive.

It was a swirl of black cloaks as the two grunted, gnashed their teeth, struggling for the saber hilt. It flung back forth between the former Master and Apprentice—each one not sparing a single moment to slash a killing blow.

Rori found herself flinching every time it seemed like Sidious had gained the upper hand—only to witness Anakin deftly evade the masterful saber technique. A burst if lightening tinged the edges of her vision white—crackling against the heat of the saber as Anakin blocked it.

Another blast of lightening bolted from the Sith's outstretched, clawed fingers. This time, it was powerful enough to blast the saber out of Anakin's grip, grunting as the jolt burned his flesh.

Rori, who had been sluggishly following the fight through heavy eyes, had been waiting for an opportunity to help somehow. Though, the pounding in her skull prevented her from pushing herself to stand, the hot spill of what she knew to be blood streaming down her cheek.

As Anakin briefly bounced back from the burn—Sidious' hand reached for the saber as it flew high into the air.

But Rori was faster.

With one hand outstretched, she bit down on her lip harshly to suppress the grunt of pain at the exertion she needed—and she was rewarded by the saber twisting in the air at her command. With the kyber blade still ignited, she held it suspended for a moment as she called out to him.

"Anakin!" She cried—pushing as much of her Force energy through their bond, getting his attention all within a panicked moment.

She swung her hand with the last of her strength, causing the ignited saber to hurdle straight towards Anakin's already waiting hand.

Sidious had barely a moment to acknowledge their coordinated attack—that angry snarl ripping through his gnashing teeth at the realization that the girl managed to prevail, that she was faster.

And in a blink of an eye, Anakin had gripped his saber back into his hands. With one last twist, one more swirl of his red saber, struck Sidious one last time, effectively cutting off his next words.

Silence filled the throne room as she watched—with a sickening flop! as Sidious' head rolled off his shoulders and rolled with a sizzle onto the floor.

Her body was frozen solid as she stared at the mangled body of what was once Vader's Master. Whatever came next, she could at least be assured the Sith Master's reign of evil had come to an end. She only hoped that by breaking the bond of darkness from his mind that Anakin would be free—though she wasn't sure if there was anything left within him—she wasn't sure if he would flip and strike her down as well, or if he would fall to the floor in anguish, in a further entrapment of misery and suffering.

So, when she huffed out a small gasp of pain, she was not expecting the thundering sound of heavy black boots that approached her. And she also didn't expect to see him kneel in front of her, to meet his gaze as her eyes fluttered in a wince. What she saw froze her all over again—

His eyes, now a burning azure. Like the waves of the Grandaan ocean she spent her summers frolicking in as a youngling. And they were so close now, his looming height level with her own as his burning gaze flickered across her form. He didn't seem to know what to do, with his body or his mind. But he had come to her side, and that was what mattered.

"Anakin." She murmured softly, like a brush of wind. It was an acknowledgement—a recognition of who now crouched before her. And although her head pounded, threatening to force her lids closed, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. The hand that wasn't holding the injured, angry bloom of pain across her temple and forehead reached out. Not hesitantly, but with determination.

Her small fingers gently skimmed the skin of his cheek, allowing herself this one simple pleasure. A hum of tingles erupted like the electric center of a storm—in the eye of the hurricane, where there was peace and strength.

His head tilted slightly into her touch, and her gently skimming fingers shifted to press the warmth of her palm flush against his cheek. His eyes were deep pools, and they conveyed the gravity of the emotion he was feeling. But she could feel it even more forcefully through the rush of their bond that swirled around them, their signatures humming in delight at finally being unified in the Force. His was strong—though clouded with his flood of emotion—shame, guilt, determination, and concern.

Rori couldn't help the bright smile that tugged at her lips, morphing into a beam that seemed to bring a slight shudder to his heaving form. His eyes drank her in—her gleaming teeth, the soft dimples in her rosy skin, the shining glimmer in her ivy green eyes that could only be the sheer pride that swirled around her.

She was proud of him.

"I'm sorry." His words whistled past his teeth. His thick brows were furrowed in anguish, his features seeming much older than she knew he was. Weighed down by the force of his betrayals, his mistakes.

Her smile fell into something soft, the light refusing to dim.

"You did it, Anakin." She breathed out. "You came back to me. That's what matters." Though, a shooting pain caused her words to falter then.

She winced as she lifted her hand from her head, blinking dazedly at the copious amount of red blood that was leaking down her palm, and now, dripping off her face. With a soft groan, she moved to bring her hand back to the wound. But a hand stopped her, shooting out to tug her wrist away.

His eyes were now set on the gash across her temple, a hard set locking his jaw. He replaced her hand with his own, gently cupping the wound beneath his massive palm. The flicker of pain was there, but she was distracted by the warmth of tingles that the contact brought. Then his eyes fluttered closed, his energy stilling before her. She didn't know what he was doing, but she trusted him. Trusted the spark of light that now flickered inside him.

Her bloodied hand came to rest against the Kevlar sleeve of his forearm, her other hand dropping from his face.

And then she felt it.

A tingle in her skin that sped towards the open wound in her head—it softly urged a life force into her, his life force. She was shocked when the pain began to dim, and the blood began to slow. And then the pain was gone all together—leaving a fully healed patch of skin in the place where her wound had once ached.

His eyes fluttered open then, and she noticed that his other hand had come to rest against her back, holding her slumped form from the floor.

Force healing.

She had thought it was a myth.

And now she could breathe in fully—feel the remnants of his own energy in her veins.

"Stars." She breathed out dazedly, bringing her hand up to tap against the now perfectly smooth patch of flesh.

She met his eyes again, her eyes flickering down to his lips. They were inviting, soft, pink. She blinked back up at him, waiting with baited breath for his next move. He was an unpredictable one—her Anakin. That much she could gather.

And then he was closing the gap between them, and instead of claiming her lips with his own in a searing, burning kiss—his lips gently brushed against her own for a moment. The flurry of tingles burst through the faint touch causing them both to inhale—he was hesitating. Reluctant. Holding himself back by his own fear.

So, she helped him out.

And caught his lips against her own.

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