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WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS — 4.04 “The Night Market”
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۵ Me and the Devil by @cccrouton
Darth Maul x fem!OC Ayane Arinori
A little scene that will take place in my fanfiction 'Fly me to the Moon'
Ayane and Maul are about to have some time for themselves after building up an entire crime syndicate.
As the vampiress is about to sink her fangs into the delicate flesh of her beloved Maul, someone dares to enter.
Who is it? Who is brave enough to enter the chambers of the devil at times like this, when he finally can share some moment alone with his sweet fairy?
Anger, rage, everything negative filled the room as the Zabrak drew his lightsaber and immediately activated the crimson blades. An aggressive red light filled the room and Maul made himself ready to attack the disruptive individual who disturbed him and his wife in their intimacies.
The usually merciless demon stopped his attack abruptly when he saw the small silhouette standing in the doorway.
The small person rubbed her eyes and pressed his cuddly toy of a loth cat firmly against his body. Softly, the figure with the four horns on her head whispered...
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why does my heart cry
anakin skywalker.
notes — a very short reunion sort of based off ahsoka and anakin’s reunion but in a different way and oh sudden cliffhanger because i wanted to
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a gasp erupted from behind y/n’s lips as they had woken up in a familiar location, one that they held as their favorite spot with anakin. the one right by the lake on their home planet, which they missed dearly as it was one of the first few planets that the deathstar had completely obliterated in the beginning of the empire run by darth vader.
they ran their hand across the soft yet sharp blades of grass as their (e/c) irises stared ahead at the crystal blue water ahead of them with a small blissful grin upon their face. unbeknownst to them, a dark figure was slowly creeping up behind them, a smirk written across the figure’s face. similar to a predator catching their prey.
“you know, i asked him not to destroy this place but he just didn’t want to listen.” the voice reached out towards y/n and their body stood still at the realization of who was behind them. tears threatened to well up in their eyes as they were mentally trying to process the fact that anakin was behind them, as they prayed that it wasn’t just a simple hallucination. yet another trick.
“oh come on, my darling, you’re not going to turn around and look at me?” the voice snapped y/n out of their frozen stance and a grin etched itself upon their lips as they slowly turned around. a small bit of happy laughter escaped from their lips as they saw the dirty blond haired man who was staring back with the same maddening grin.
“oh ani, my love, is that really you?” they had questioned to ensure it wasn’t just another hallucination created by their mind who had deeply missed him. “do you really need to ask that?” the former jedi had replied with a cheeky grin etched upon his face as he stepped closer.
“w-what are you doing here?” they stepped closer and reached out, encasing his pair of gloves hands into their own and giving them a gentle squeeze as the tears were happily falling onto their cheeks at being reunited with their beloved. “oh my sweet angel, you don’t know do you? we’re both dead.”
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This cover still puzzles me today, what's the real point of putting Izuku face to face with an adult All for one if there's no way that can happen, besides everything it's an AFO with the Final War Costume with his face fully regenerated but still with signs of the Helmet, it seems like an alternate reality where psycho's theory that All for one would get his face back before the war was true, maybe it's actually a small sign that his clone crack theory isn't as far from the truth as it seems first sight
So if you are interested here is a link of the full "afo clone theory" @psychomurderz @lurking96 and I created.
It was purely out of fun and we didnt even took it that seriously, but after a while I startet to rethink that ridicolous crack theory and it actually makes way more sense then it at first seems to be. Dont get me wrong, its still completly crack though!
But its not impossible. The nomu mocha created a clone of dr. garaki, so who says that afo cant have one too?! Garaki hinted that afo can change his appearance/his face (he mentions in the message he left for afo that he always liked afos OWN smile and his OWN eyes), afo is 200 years old and has dotzens of quirks in his arsenal, he even has a quirk with which he can change his own dna so no one can tell me that man never considered to get a clone quirk. And the fact that one of his nomus has a clone quirk and that garaki can create copys of any quirk he wants, shows its actually very likely that afo has a clone quirk himself.
Lets not forget that clone quirks are actually quite important in mha. Twice as the most well known example, then we have toga who can turn into other people by drinking their blood in other words turning herself into their clone. We have mocha who had a clone quirk, garaki who had his own clone, garaki hinting that afo can change his appearance, afo saying that "this body is of no longer use for me."
And then also the fact how much hori is a star wars fan and how important clones are in star wars. Kamino in mha was named after the planet kamino in star wars on which the clones were created, the very clones which were used as CANON FODDER (something you can get rid off like a body you dont need any longer?) in the CLONE WARS and then used against their will to wipe out the jedi! Afo was inspired after darth vader who was once anakin skywalker and who had his own clone soldiers under him and after he turned to darth vader stormed the jedi temple with the clones. One of the most beloved star wars characters boba fett is a clone. The emperor cloned himself both in the old star wars canon and the new, the old canon books even had a luke skywalker clone. So we can all see without a doubt how much of an important role cloning in star wars has and it all startet in kamino - and the place were all might and afo had their fight and afo used as an hideout is named after that very planet.
So while the theory DOES sound completly bonkers its NOT impossible for afo to have a clone. And if bakugou manages to kill the clone afo just for the real one to show up fully healed and in his prime while he actually never left his fucking office in the chrysler building in new york city I will lose my shit!
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ON SITH TITLES
THERE ARE MANY A NAMING SYSTEM WHEN IT COMES TO SITH LORDS, I CANNOT SAY I CAN USE IT WITH SURE ACCURACY, BUT I WAS A SITH LORD FOR NEARLY TWO DECADES AND I HAVE AN IDEA ON HOW IT WOULD WORK.
AND FOR THOSE WHO SAY “LORD VADER, YOU CANNOT JUST TWIST THE SITH BELIEF TRADITION LIKE THAT AS IF IT WAS A PLAYTHING, IT IS DISRESPECTFUL”
I SAY ON TO YOU “... YOU RESPECT SITH? WHY?”
BETTER TO MAKE IT A GAME, I SAY. IT GIVES THOSE WORSHIPERS OF MURDER AND DOMINATION LESS POWER. IF ALL HAVE SITH TITLES, NO ONE DOES. IT IS VERY SIMPLE.
SHALL WE BEGIN.
FOR OBI-WAN KENOBI, I WOULD NAME HIM DARTH SAKEN, LORD OF DESPAIR. HIS NEW NAME DERIVES FROM THE WORD “FORSAKEN”, FOR IF KENOBI BRINGS HOPE, THEN HIS DARTH SIDE WOULD BING HOPELESSNESS, IT WOULD MAKE OF THEE FORSAKEN.
FOR AHSOKA TANO, I WOULD HAVE REVIVED AN OLD TITLE. DARTH TRAYA, LORD OF BETRAYAL. I AM CERTAIN THAT THE ORIGINAL DARTH LORD OF THAT TITLE WOULD FIND IT AMUSING, OR AT THE VERY LEAST, WOULD FIND IT MOVING ENOUGH TO COMPLAIN ABOUT.
FOR REVA SEVANDER, MAY YOU IN SOME TIMELINE SOMEWHERE SUCCEED IN YOUR EFFORTS BELOVED YOUNGLING, I WOULD HAVE NAMED YOU DARTH SEVERANCE, LORD OF REVENGEANCE. MAY THE FORCE BRING YOU PEACE... (AND MAY YOU APPRECIATE THE WORDPLAY).
YOUNG EZRA BRIDGER. WE HAVE HAD CLOSE ENCOUNTERS, HE, HIS MASTER AND HIS CREW WERE QUITE ANNOYING. I LOOK BACK ON IT WITH AMUSEMENT NOW. I WOULD HAVE NAMED YOU DARTH THROE, LORD OF THE TWISTING. YES, QUITE INSPIRED AFTER ADMIRAL THRAWN. SIMPLY BECAUSE WHILE I FIND THAT SPIRITED YOUTH AMUSING, I AM STILL SPITEFUL.
YOUNG CALEB DUME. YOU TAUGHT YOUR APPRENTICE WELL. DARTH REAVER, LORD OF THE SUFFERED MOURNING.
... DO I HAVE TO NAME THE TINY GREEN TROLL BABE? FINE.
DARTH CROAKER, LORD OF THE SCREAMS. MAY ALL THOSE FROGS FEEL DESPAIR AT YOUR WAKING, SMALL CHILD.
FOR... HM.
[ mecahnical deep breath ]
FOR LUKE SKYWALKER, MY SON, DARTH ECLYPSIS, LORD OF REVOLUTION, AND HERALD OF APOCALYPSE. FOR IF HE IS LOST, ALL WOULD BE LOST.
... APOLOGIZES, THIS IS... NOT A THOUGHT I CARE TO THINK OF FOR LONG. I SHALL.. RETURN TO THIS AT A LATER TIME.
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🩸👀🤖
Good day/night, Void-Draws!
🩸- reformation:
My attitude to this phenomenon is quite positive. I see reformation vore as a perfect way to relax and to make a "reboot" of all my systems - it's like to get born once again for a prey. Also, a pred doesn't need to concentrate on holding back digestion - everything goes as it should, the pred has a chance to absorb nutrients they require while knowing that their small friend won't feel hurt. Now the prey is painlessly passing away, but tomorrow they will be alive and sound asleep right beside their big pal. Also, it's just quite pleasant for both sides: the pred feels as their stomach softens, gets squishy and round, faintly gurgling as it happily works on a large "meal", and extra heaviness goes away, beings replaced by warmth and faint laziness; the prey enjoys tickling all around their body, fuzzily noticing while dozing off as their solid form melts into hot liquid...
Of course, some might say that acid can burn even when it's followed by reformation. Then I'd say I'm OK with that too. However, in such case, I'm thinking about an accident when no one of the involved haven't known that digestion without death is possible. For example, the prey gives up their life to help the pred survive, or the pred is forced to eat the prey (these two could be caught by their enemies and such procedure would be the most violent way to torture them), both being absolutely sure it's the end; however, next day the prey, safe and sound, wakes up beside their partner. This situation is great for a good angsty scenario with a sweet ending.
👀 - appearance:
Well, personally, I pay very much attention on it. I like male and non-binary preds who are usually humanoids; they are tall (way taller than a prey, sometimes literally giants), slim enough, though kinda bulky (I'm not a fan of skinny preds, but there may be some exceptions) and, definitely, quite strong. Coming to details, I like when a pred has a thick neck - then it's so easy to imagine sliding down their throat - and a wide torso. Also I have understood quite quickly that I have to like a person's face to consider them a pred; so, if describing, I often choose middle-aged, a bit severe/round-faced people/humanoids who have warm wide smile and wise, piercing eyes. Bonus points if a pred has a cool outfit (suits, armour, uniform). The only thing I can't accept in a potential pred is a beard, although I'm OK with moustaches. Combining all mentioned together, I think, the perfect preds for me are: Drift (TF RID), Fritz Howard (The Closer/Major Crimes), Darth Vader (Star Wars) - I know little about the last fictional universe but I have always been interested in one of its main antagonists.
As for preys, I often see them as miniature beings of all genders. Nevertheless, if I was a pred, I would choose a cute tiny elegant girl with big sparkling eyes, health blush on pretty cheeks and a funny pinned-up nose. So, the best prey for me is my own OC - Sacura.
🤖 - robot preds/preys:
Oh! These ones are my beloved! I don't see robots as preys though - well, it can happen if both parties are machines; so, this answer is going to be about robot preds only...
Recently I have discovered transformers; consequently, ma-a-any of them have became my sincere predcrushes. And generally, I'm really really into robotic vore. Robots can control all the processes going in their bodies, so they are perfect for every possible scenarios from safe to fatal; they can have lights built in the walls of their internal organs which can help a prey to relax inside (especially, if the latter is afraid of darkness); robots are surely able to regulate their body temperature and liquids circulation, this way, such preds' stomachs can be as warm and dry as their preys want! Robots are a pure treasure for protective vore enjoyers - their metal armour successfully shield everything behind it including little life curled up inside the tough frame. So, as you can see, there are endless reasons why robots should be used as preds more often!
Moreover... There is something magnificent in a situation when a person discovers soft and vulnerable spots of a creature which, at the first glance, seems to be nothing but roughness itself. This contrast makes my nerves tingle a little because it's way harder to be gentle and careful with your friend when you're made of hard materials.
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dear el, grace me with your writing for the intimate moment prompts 🙏🏼 ✨ #21 & 22 ✨❤️ feed me some soft morning maul content 😩❤️
Another intimate moment prompt with Lord Maul ❤️🖤
Thank you my sweet Nay, my darling breastie boo! I wrote this purely self-indulgent, comforting one shot ficlet as a celebration for Star Wars day.
May the Fourth be with you always, my fellow Maul lovers.
{ intimate prompts / requests open / my masterlist }
21. cuddling in the first morning light. 22. hiding their face in the others neck
Pairing: GN!Reader x Darth Maul
Word Count: 880
Summary/CW/TW: Morning cuddles with Maul, pure fluff and softy gooey yumminess. A very brief and innocent mention of bruises and cuts.
The affectionate caress of the sun’s golden warmth teases you from your dreams. You flutter open your eyes, releasing a contented sigh as you take in your surroundings and remember where you are. The lodgings you acquired for this brief trip are beautiful, but appropriately muted, and the room is modern and open: minimalist in its extravagance. No blinds or curtains shroud the windows, and so there is no restriction to the beams of radiant sunshine that drench the room through the large floor-to-ceiling panes of glass. Your first, lucid thought of the morning is that the sheer clarity of the day is dazzling.
You are immediately glad that during the stifling summer night, you cracked open one of the windows an inch, because the mellow thin breeze that now licks at your naked skin is blissful. The brush of the air is so peacefully cooling, especially when opposed to the warmth of the sun-rays, and the smouldering heat that emanates from the body of your lover, who rests soundly at your side.
You gently shift, rolling over to look at the Zabrak man that sleeps beside you. Your sight is hazy at first, what with the combination of your tired eyes and the pure brightness of the daylight - but you blink it all away to greedily drink in the sight of your beloved.
Lord Maul lies still on his back, the only movement he makes is the steady rise and fall of his chest. His lower half is covered by the bed sheet, and one of his hands rests on the decorated skin of his sternum. His head is tilted slightly to the side, and so the majority of his features are angled away from you. But you can see that his lips are slightly parted, that his face is relaxed as he rests: unfurrowed by his usual grimaces or scowls. His horns are sunken into the soft flesh of the pillow beneath his head, the material of which is now slightly frayed by small rips and tears. It is a consistent event, his sharp horns damaging whatever softness cushions his sleeping head. Your thighs are littered in fond bruises and cuts for the same reason.
Stars. He is magnificent.
As you admire him, you breathe in deeply and stretch out your arms, practising care so as not to disturb him with your movements. You inhale the fresh perfume of the breeze, a crisp and minty scent. It mingles with the musky spice of his own fragrance, the mixing of the two working oddly well together, the balmy combination rich and addictive. You naturally move closer to him, magnetised to his brilliance, but your weight shifting on the mattress causes him to stir.
He awakens. As he slowly opens his eyes, you see him squinting under the glare of the luminous, unrefined light. You feel a sweet tightness in your chest, your fondness for him thoroughly stoked by witnessing such an innocent and mild expression on that severe face.
He turns his head to look upon you, and you welcome him into the day with a cheerful grin. He blinks his bright amber eyes as he really sees you, naked and beaming at him in the sunshine. It is an image so perfect, the scene such an unusuality to the darkness of his life, that he wonders if he is still dreaming. But he soon understands that this room and this light is true, that you are real, and the corner of his mouth tugs into a smile of his own. He extends his hand towards you, catching your upper arm with his strong fingers. He pulls you into him, granting your lips his lethargic, morning kiss.
The palm of one of his hands holds your cheek, the other is warm at the skin of your waist. You loom above him, your fingers finding and grazing across the extent of his chest tattoos as you kiss him back. You soon lower yourself down, his arms cradling you delicately when you twist around and curl up against him.
Maul croaks a mild, throaty groan when he slinks his strong arms around you, scooping you into him as close as you can get. His hard body engulfs yours effortlessly, his hot chest blazing at your back. He plants a languid kiss at the base of your head with a lazy grunt, and then you feel his soft lips trailing down to your upper back, across the breadth of your shoulders. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending a heady shudder deep within you.
You briefly consider the day ahead and think, what better way to begin than here? Your bodies entangled together, both relishing in the embrace of one another beneath the glorious glow of the morning’s first light.
He purrs behind you in agreement, sensing your thoughts.
The rest of the morning is spent in this way, safely nestled in his arms. What myriad of tasks the both of you must face are delayed for the beauty of this comfort. You are granted the peace of his delicate kiss over and over, the bliss of his red, ink-stained fingers grazing across your skin.
And it is the most wonderful morning of your life.
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i heard they need better signal. put chip and pins in the needles.
Summary: After realizing the truth of Luke's identity, Darth Vader plans an attack on Alderaan only to be stopped by his wife. Meanwhile, Keyti, an ally of Vader, is released from custody after the battle and joins the Rebel Alliance.
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Appo, C-3PO, Bail and Breha Organa, Yoda, Original Sith Character, Original Imperial Character
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, minor character death, implied childhood sexual abuse
Ships: Anidala
Word Count: 7.9k
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To say a drive with the Emperor was nerve-wracking was common among those who worked for the Empire. This was common throughout the whole experience: shaky hands, sweaty palms, and stuttering if you were particularly more affected. The head of the Empire had secured his wary trust among many, often cornered politicians to give more control or materials in the name of the “greater good for the Empire.”
Keyti was an exception to the politically charged fear. Hers was from hoping to survive an interaction as she had been a beloved prize to the former Chancellor in her adolescence until she developed more than he lost interest. She counted her stars, thanked the Force, and moved on. She had survived and was determined that by now, there was nothing that Sheev Palpatine could do to break her more. Even behind the power of the dark side, she knew he was nothing without the stepping stones of others he had disposed of and manipulated to gain this title. Without Lord Vader, he was nothing.
Arriving at Mustafar was relieving, seeing the slowly changing landscape she had heard about. The Emperor had sensed the solace, eyes glancing her way, a small smile forming on his pale lips. “Eager to return to Lord Vader?”
That was one way to put it. Though, she was. She knew she was safer near him. At the very least, there would be a witness to the horrors the Emperor caused, even if Vader didn’t stop the punishment. Her yellowed eyes moved to the vile man sitting across from her, his loyal guards at his side to protect him (as if he needed them), and she pursed her lips momentarily, looking back to the lava rivers twisting through the decimated plains.
“I’m eager to begin my assignment, nothing more, your Highness.”
The captain spoke over the intercom to announce the landing procedure, the ship rocking slightly as the landing gear was deployed. Keyti straightened up, letting her hands rest on her lap while she kept a blank look on her face.
Amara’s earpiece buzzed momentarily while she was within the fortress tunnels, pausing as the Emperor’s arrival was announced. Keeping her datapad in hand, she made her way through the extensive network to the elevator, jabbing the button to go up to the landing dock while she hit the button on her earpiece. “Any news for Lady Keyti?”
“Yes, Corporal, she is arriving with the Emperor.”
Her heart sank at the news, and her auburn eyes widened as the elevator rose to the ground level; she said,” Thank you.” She only hoped that Keyti was alive and in one piece. If what she had been told about the Force was right, the Emperor would have been aware of the former aristocrat’s hatred for him already—not that he would honestly care.
Keyti waited for the Emperor to exit, taking a slow breath before leaving the small craft and hobbling down the ramp to continue to fake her injury. She couldn’t let him be suspicious of her distrust, but she wouldn’t doubt it if he already had hints. The Force would show her feelings, and she could only silently hope nothing would be done.
She saw Vader’s familiar form entering the landing pad, his eyes glancing between the two before pausing and bowing to his Master.
“Rise, Lord Vader. You have an apology to give to our dear Keyti for the injury you’ve given her,” the Emperor said, though not fully believing she had been injured. Still, it was nothing to worry himself over if she felt like she had to hide the fact that she hid herself in his apprentice’s assault on Inquisitorus. He would review the footage soon enough and begin a plan.
Standing, the Sith Lord glanced at Keyti, unsure if she had been injured. He didn’t sense pain or discomfort from her, and he was sure she would be radiating it. Their time on Serenno had proven that to Vader when he had taken a sizeable amount of flesh out of her calf even when she had tried to mask it - and the many times she’s had a flare-up with her back. Still, he obeyed, giving a momentary bow of his head - shorter than what he had given the Emperor - while his voice lowly rumbled out,” Forgive me, my Lady. I cannot control my actions when I’m in that … state.”
“I’ll forgive you if you give me aid to the medical wing - personally,” she smiled softly, teasing him with a slight glare in response from him before the Emperor made a pleased sound.
“It would be a small price, but I believe that Lord Vader can make an exception,” Sidious gave a reserved smile, glancing at his apprentice as the taller made his way to Keyti.
Only because you’re ordering me to, Vader absently thought, holding an arm out to Keyti to help her out of the landing pad to the dark onyx hall. Keyti gave a slight bow of her head to the Emperor, hobbling her way out while using Vader as a crutch. Once farther away, he pulled from Keyti, arms crossing,” Why are you feigning an injury?”
Glancing back, she looked up at him, voice soft,” I wasn’t expecting him to circle back to Inquisitorus so quickly. Forgive me if I had to fake a few things to keep this,” she reached down her binding, carefully pulling the drive out,” safe from him knowing … apologies for the hiding spot, I didn’t have any other place to put it under short notice.”
“Keyti,” his yellow eyes move to the drive, holding a hand out,” why do you insist on mistrusting him? Your loyalty—“” I know, my Lord. My loyalty to him should not wax and wane … but please. Review the footage. Alone. This was … difficult to watch, but you need to see it.” Her eyes pleaded, searching his exposed features while his gaze held steady toward her. As she put the drive into his hand, the sensors picked up on the warmth, and his eyes moved to the small stick, observing the light glinting off of it.
“Why do you believe that?”
“When you saw the Jedi, you hesitated. When I was with him to protect the children, you still hesitated. I want you to see that you can control yourself even if it’s not at the forefront of your mind. Though, one might think you’re fond of me since I am unharmed,” she couldn’t help but tease, grinning while making her way through the hall before spotting Amara as she rushed through the halls.
“Thank the Maker, you’re safe. Oh, Lord Vader. Forgive me,” Amara paused once she was beside her friend, bowing her head. “Corporal Amara Beklau. I’ve been tasked with cataloging the tunnels beneath the fortress.” The relief she had shown before formalities caught him off guard momentarily, glancing between the two new additions to his castle’s staff.
“Ensure its accuracy, Corporal, and make reinforcements where necessary to the tunnels.” He glanced at Keyti again while tucking the drive away, abruptly leaving the duo. She let her gaze roam along his enormous, imposing form before smiling slightly. Indeed, that was a good sign since she wasn’t immediately killed.
Amara watched Vader briefly, briefly expressing surprise while looking up at Keyti. She spoke when she believed he was out of earshot, a small, teasing smile forming on her features,” I understand your little crush now.”
Keyti only replied with a swift punch into Amara’s shoulder. Glancing up, she saw him glance back, brow arching before vanishing around the corner to locate Sidious again. Her face heated up in embarrassment, and she looked to Amara, who only gave a grin,” You’re welcome.”
The Sith warrior’s eyes momentarily bore into her while her lips pursed momentarily,” You are lucky I enjoy your company; otherwise, I would take a page from our Lord’s book and kill you.”
Amara tilted her head, her smile fading. “I have never seen him without the mask. Even though that allows for seeing his eyes, I’ve never seen his entire face. He is quite handsome … past, y’know, the clear signs of being infected.”
Yellow eyes lingered on Amara for another few heartbeats before she looked back down the path he had taken,” I’ve only seen him without it a few times. Considering he needed medical attention after Inquisitorus, I doubt he would have thought to put it on. With also being in his castle, and with a visit from the Emperor…”
“I have no doubt about that, but … what was that drive you gave him?” Her head tilted, auburn eyes glancing over the other as she motioned to follow her to her quarters.
“Only because I trust you and you already know the truth of my past, I’ll tell you.”
Struggling to keep up with Keyti’s stride, she nodded, glancing up at her,” Of course. I won’t tell anyone else. Was it from the fortress?”
“Yes,” she glanced down at her, giving small nods to other staff members as they passed the halls and entered the sizable elevator. Amara’s thick, dark brows furrowed as she moved in behind her, opting to be quiet while another staff member slid beside the two.
Once in her quarters, Amara sat on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, watching as Keyti moved to pour some wine for them both. “Inquisitorus was ultimately a failure in retrieving information from the Princess. As soon as Lord Vader arrived, from my understanding and the footage I saw, he suddenly had one of his episodes after someone had greeted him.”
“Another episode happened?” Amara’s veins felt cold, yet she still reached out to the offered glass as Keyti sat beside her with a nod. She had been lucky to never have to witness one personally, but she did fear the possibility that she would.
Sipping her wine, Keyti stared out the window she had, overlooking the barren trees and orange glow in the sky from the lava. “Yes. I doubt that anything the sergeant had said would cause him to be triggered, but something did happen. I had been able to leave the landing pad to get further into the fortress when I noticed he was distracted by Reva. Then, I saw the Princess, a boy her age, and two Jedi. I thought maybe something they had done had caused the shift, but the kids were terrified, Amara. I couldn’t let them just die like that, even if I was helping members of the Rebellion.” Amara watched while her eyes cleared back to blue, brows furrowing while she shook her head before continuing,” I’ve already lost part of my calf to him. I can only imagine what being eaten alive would feel like … especially to kids so young. They couldn’t have been older than fifteen or sixteen.”
A gentle hand on her shoulder made Keyti’s gaze return to her, and her friend offered a soft smile:” If it’s what felt right, then it was the right thing. If it were me, I wouldn’t let them face that either. What happened afterward?”
“He found us,” she swallowed harshly, taking a sizable drink from her glass even with the pain medication still in her system. Really, she needed it after the day. “Lord Vader found all of us and began to come closer as the male Jedi ignited his saber and convinced the woman to lead the kids away. The hall got cold and dark, and then these dark, muted flowers started to peek through the floor panels. It was strange, and they had begun to lead towards me but stopped before moving towards the man. Vader hesitated before he started to try to get towards him. Even when the boy had started up one of the remaining cargo ships, Lord Vader’s pursuit was mainly on that male Jedi. That leads me to believe that they knew each other in some way that lingers when he’s blinded by the hunger.”
“Do you have any idea who they were?”
“No, I don’t know many Jedi since they were eradicated for the most part. The ones I did learn of, I eradicated. I’m sure I could access files, but after I returned after getting Reva medical attention, I wanted to review the footage. The cameras did show him watching us in the hall as if trying to figure out something, but I don’t know what. He still attacked, but he hesitated, and he didn’t pursue the children specifically.”
“And you gave him the recording?” Amara asked uncertainly, brows furrowing. Keyti, I do not know if that was a wise decision. What if it triggers another one?”
“Considering he fed by now, I doubt it would.”
“I suppose we’ll know when the Emperor returns to Coruscant … but, strangely, he was in an episode and still targeted that man.” Amara’s brows furrowed momentarily, humming while sipping at her glass. “As you said, that would be a relationship that’s enough to recognize even when he doesn’t have mental clarity.”
“The Jedi did tell me that Lord Vader would recognize him, but the story would be long. He must be someone that he knew perhaps before the Empire.”
“Do not dig into his past, Keyti,” Amara warned, watching as her friend only shrugged while she sipped her wine.
“His past doesn’t matter to me. Only his present and future.”
After a long hour of punishment at the hand of Sidious, Vader made his way to his chambers, ordering everyone to stay away. The staff knew that if anyone dared disobey, they wouldn’t survive five seconds after an interruption. Moving to his meditation chamber, he settled on the chair before pulling the drive from a pocket as his body ached. While in his meeting with the Emperor, news came that Rebel forces had bombed the fortress, and nothing was salvageable. However, after reviewing this footage, he wondered if it may be a good thing. Eyes stare at it momentarily, still surprised that Keyti had even risked her life to obtain it for him. Hitting a few buttons on the panel, a port opened close to the arm of his chair, and he plugged it in, looking at the monitor as the various camera angles in the fortress pulled up.
Pressing a few more, he rewound the footage to the beginning with his arrival, brows furrowing as he could remember getting there and the sergeant greeting him. Pausing, he saw a glimpse of Ahsoka in the corner. His shoulders squared while his eyes scanned the multiple monitor recordings, seeing her disabling alarms. Looking closer, he saw Obi-Wan find the boy who had managed to locate Princess Leia’s cell, calling his name softly.
His name was Luke. A sharp pang of pain pierced his chest, memories of the plans he and Padmé had begun to discuss resurfacing. But he quickly brushed them aside, his attention returning to the monitor. He watched as Obi-Wan used his lightsaber to open the door, revealing the children. They embraced, and a thought crossed his mind. Could he be a friend of hers? He shifted his gaze to another monitor, where he was closing in on their location. His brows furrowed as he tried to recall why he had been so compelled to go that way.
His features relaxed at Keyti’s arrival to see the group, pausing when she motioned them to go the other way. Obi-Wan lighted his saber, and Keyti spoke. Naturally, he noticed that Ahsoka didn’t trust her. However, when he was at the end, he heard Keyti mention saving the children and made a low hum in his throat. A weakness. He straightened when Obi-Wan mentioned Alderaan before Keyti and the Jedi started noticing the flowers.
Glancing to another screen, he saw Ahsoka guiding the children, trying to keep them from the worst carnage. His eyes moved back to see his pursuit of them before focusing on Obi-Wan. His expression was unreadable, but his anger began to rise again as his fingers dug into the arms of his chair. Observing the fight, he noticed Obi-Wan distracted by the moving cargo ship, and then the following exchange between his former Master and Padawan made his blood freeze.
“Luke got it started up. He really is like his father.”
“When his father isn’t starved.”
His fingers crushed the chair’s arms, watching as they escaped. He has a son. Ripping the drive from the port, he shattered it into his palm, letting the broken pieces fall before exiting his chambers to reach Keyti’s. His steps were heavy within the hall as his anger radiated in the Force, and he didn’t stop for formalities while he opened the doors to see Amara and her with wine.
Amara’s eyes widened, and she glanced at Keyti while putting her glass down on the dresser, able to feel his intense, radiating anger. “I’m goin’—”” Sit back down, Corporal. I’m sure Lady Keyti has already spoken of the events with you.”
She knew not to lie, only giving a solemn nod as the door shut behind him, making his way closer to the both of them. “How much of the footage did you watch? What do you know?”
Keyti put her glass down, trying to push the fear that wanted to mute her as she attempted to hide her shaking hands. “I stopped when I noticed the cargo ship’s departure, but by then, I was speaking to you through the Force. I was not paying full attention to it, not even when I saw the Emperor arriving. Should I have, My Lo—”” Silence.” He snapped, moving closer as his jaw clenched, the thin tendon across the cheek cavity tightening as his hands balled into fists.
“What do you know of the Jedi?”
“Nothing. I do not know who they are. I only knew Princess Leia. I had to get what I could onto the drive before I ran out of—” Her voice cut off as her throat tightened, watching helplessly as he leaned closer. Amara’s throat also began to tighten, eyes widening in alarm as her breath caught.
“The recording never existed. Neither of you will speak of this again. What happened at Fortress Inquisitorus was a failure. Speak of it, and you will not breathe again.” He loosened the Force choke on both women, pulling back as Amara inhaled shakily as he watched Keyti’s eyes water.
“Leave, Corporal,” she weakly said, glancing at Amara, who only nodded, not pausing to act formally as she made a swift exit. Waiting until the doors shut, she tried to steady her voice and ignore how the tears wanted to fall.” Who were the Jedi?”
“Obi-Wan Kenobi and Ahsoka Tano,” he simply replied while straightening, arms crossing over his chest.
Keyti lifted a hand to rub at her neck softly, voice quiet,” If either of them cross my path again, you will be given their decapitated head … but I could not let you kill the children.”
“This is the only time where that weakness was beneficial. Do not let it happen again.” Moving out, he was silent while he only knew the assault on Alderaan would be an answer to everything. If he could just see his son … perhaps he could understand how he survived.
Alderaan had been in the sight of the Emperor for long enough, especially after the destruction of Inquisitorus. The materials would speed production up, secure the Emperor’s final grasp of power, and he would be able to teach the Organas a lesson. Their lives would be a small price for securing his throne entirely — his power. More whispers had been spreading through the various regions, and a growing Rebellion was biding time to the right moment and opportunity to begin their attempt to push back against the tyrannical government. Using his favorite dog apprentice, he sent Vader to Alderaan to engage in a battle to ensure victory before the rebels could begin to gain footing. Then, his Empire would prosper and last.
Vader’s yellow eyes scanned the glimmering city, the familiar sight reminding him of memories he had worked hard to repress. It wasn’t too long ago that he was here training in a saber duel with Obi-Wan, trying to work towards becoming a Jedi Knight. Yet, it still felt like a lifetime ago. When he was still human. Still helplessly in love. Still good. Now, he was sure none of that remained in him as he turned as Appo approached him,” Sir, we are ready to begin the assault, just awaiting your orders.”
“Then begin, but if any children are captured, do not kill them,” he said simply, watching as Appo nodded with some surprise at the order before communicating to the rest of the fleet. His eyes moved from the clone to below, watching as chaos erupted as the Rebellion army started to work to ensure that the Imperial fleet could not break through. Soon, he would begin his own assault, but he wanted to simply watch a moment to see the legion do their work.
Blasts whistled in Vader’s notched ears while he stayed in place, watching as the Rebellion put up a fight he hadn’t fully anticipated. That was admirable even to him. However, all their efforts would be in vain. A gloved hand was raised to use the Force to stop a few blasts from hitting his chest, and dark robes moved within the bright sun as he made his way down a path. Tanned, gnarled skin felt the warmth of the glaring sun, seeping past the aperture within his cheek and nearly drying his mouth. Igniting his saber, the pale blade hummed red, and he plunged it into a few of the clones from the Rebellion while his stormtroopers began their pushback. Panic was severe within the Force while his blade infected those whom he speared, watching as they turned on their fellow comrades to unleash a new, unholy chaos on the battlefront.
Obi-Wan was with his legion, instructing them to do what they could to keep Alderaan from falling into the Empire’s grasp. He saw the black-robed Sith going through the ranks, watching in horror as anyone in contact with his lightsaber suddenly was infected. Kyber crystals could succumb to the virus? The General readied his own saber, gloved hands holding a slight tremble as he now felt uncertain about the fate of Alderaan. Still, they would try to keep everything secure — that was their duty right now, and he could trust within the Force that it would work out. Other newly appointed Jedi tried to limit the number of troopers as more chaos erupted from the clones, and some stormtroopers were zombified.
One of the new Jedi narrowly escaped a harsh swipe from Vader, eyes widening as she saw his face. No. It couldn’t be. Yet, the familiar profile of the Sith Lord was now unmistakable, the hint of the scar through his brow visible at certain angles of light as it had healed slowly through the years from the bacta treatments.
His pursuit continued, movements easily keeping up with Selonna as she tried to move away from his pale blade. No, this was wrong. Her voice was weak and heartbreaking as yellow eyes bore into her. “Master Skywalker, what has become of you?” She had just been a Padawan at the time of his disappearance, and the unforeseen circumstances of the war had propelled her to Knight status faster than expected. Anything to get their numbers back up from the decimation of the Republic. She had studied as best as she could, often seeking help from Yoda or Obi-Wan, who were the only council members alive, but nothing could have prepared her for the truth that had been hidden.
His jaw tightened at her voice, hand raising as Obi-Wan watched him use the Force to impale her on the blade. “Anakin Skywalker is dead.”
Elyndra was close, her green eyes widening at watching as the virus took hold of Selonna, screaming her name. Her heart shattered at seeing her dear friend jerking as he pulled the blade out of her chest. Selonna fell to Vader’s feet as he watched her, clicks and chirps emitting from him as his gaze moved to Elyndra. The order was simple in Selonna’s withering mind as the virus burned in her blood in an attempt to rewrite her DNA.
Kill her.
Fingers dug into the lush earth of Alderaan as Selonna’s body struggled to metabolize the virus, and a sound of annoyance came from him as he used the blade to decapitate her instead. “Weak.” Lifting his gaze, he scanned the battlefield as the Jedi constantly deflected blasters as clones fought back. Then he saw Obi-Wan observing, and his hatred burned brighter in his chest once more. His hand gripped his saber, and his eyes narrowed as he made his path toward his former Master. An inhuman growl escaped when he was met with the familiar defensive stance as blue-grey eyes bore into his, and he squared his shoulders once he met with Ahsoka not far behind coming to aid.
A soft whisper in his mind was familiar, yet often forgotten when he reached clarity after an “episode.”
Execute Order 66.
The Emperor was aware of his apprentice’s movements, sensing his feelings through the Force and the burning hatred. Only one individual could cause his apprentice to lose sight of the objective. His will should not be threatened by old feelings, and Sidious let out a soft hum while reaching to his apprentice in the Force, his voice barely a whisper as he gave the order.
Vader’s pupils contracted, and he suddenly rushed forward while the hunger burned in his belly as the inhibitor chip was engaged, blue and white blades stopping his assault as Ahsoka grit her teeth at the strength behind it. Her eyes widened when she saw the animalistic rage in his eyes, and the dread began to creep into her chest while her exhale became a mist near them. The air around them had chilled significantly, and Obi-Wan used the Force with her to push him back, their eyes noticing the flowers beginning to blossom at Vader’s feet as low guttural sounds escaped his throat.
Maker, protect us.
Padmé had seen the battle begin, ordering the children to stay in the palace while she rushed out to help. Even if it would expose her, she couldn’t be idle any longer, not when her husband was there.
Keyti had noticed the flowers, and her gaze lifted to a woman in white running closer, brows furrowing as she saw the two children she had saved weeks earlier close to the palace. What the kriff is happening? After she retracted her blade from a clone, she made a sound of surprise as someone else only took her down, glancing back to see Yoda get a clone to secure restraints on her. Her eyes moved back to Vader as she didn’t attempt to escape, and Yoda noticed, looking over as his own widened in shock at seeing the former Senator moving toward her husband. Was Padmé truly so foolish?
Lifting his arms to deliver a heavier blow towards Ahsoka after he had delivered a harsh injury to Obi-Wan’s leg, he stopped as the ghost of his wife stood in front of him, hands up to hold onto his arms.
“Anakin, stop,” she pleaded, brows furrowing as he stared at her familiar form.
She was a ghost—something of his imagination—but why did she feel so real? The shock had been enough to disrupt the hunger, and yellow eyes were scanning over her. He stiffened as her hand lifted to his injured cheek, thumb softly brushing along his cheekbone like she would before. Her eyes watered at the sight of him, what he had been subjected to for decades at the hand of the Emperor, as she could see him try to place her.
“I’m here. Ani, please, put your lightsaber down,” she pleaded, glancing at the pale blade as it hummed steadily before it suddenly clicked off. She looked over to clones beginning to make their way closer in an attempt to restrain him, putting a hand up. “No, stay back. Everyone, please. Just move back.” She couldn’t risk triggering him to be set off again, not when he seemed to be calming down.
Ahsoka refused to move, but Obi-Wan only took a haggard step back, watching Anakin’s brows furrow tightly while slowly lowering his arms. Clipping the saber to his belt, his large, gloved hands slowly moved to her face, watching as she leaned into the familiar touch with a saddened smile briefly on her lips. The hunger subsided momentarily, clarity returned, his eyes widening as he pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling her tremble beneath him. He buried his face into her neck then, clutching onto her clothing tightly as he could feel the tears welling up in relief of her being alive.
Tensing at him moving her, Ahsoka readied herself to protect Padmé, but his softness surprised her before she had to deflect more blasts as the battle didn’t pause around them. Glancing back to Obi-Wan, she saw him direct Keyti being taken into custody while they could. If they were lucky, they could keep Vader as well.
Pulling back, the hunger began to claw at his belly again, voice soft,” Leave. I’m not safe.”
“I can’t leave you behind again, Ani. Not when I just got you back. I don’t know what the Emperor has told you all these years, but it’s been a lie. I know there is still good in you, and I want our family together.”
“I will take care of the stormtroopers. Alderaan will be safe for now,” Anakin said as he pulled away. Then, he motioned back to the palace, “Get back inside.”
She nodded as she got to Obi-Wan’s side with Ahsoka, supporting him better as she watched him ignite his lightsaber again before starting to decapitate troopers. Not even the virus would be able to keep them alive, and Padmé averted her gaze from the brutality, voice soft to the others. “Let’s get inside. He’s back.”
Ahsoka wasn’t convinced as they helped lead Obi-Wan back inside to treat his burn, glancing back,” I’ll believe it when he doesn’t embrace the dark anymore.”
Obi-Wan refused to look back, his voice soft.” If it keeps Alderaan safe for now, we will accept him being here. Perhaps Padmé is correct. There may be some good in him still.” He hoped that it could be beneficial for the Rebellion—even if it was dangerous.
Keyti was silent in her cell, leaning against the wall to aid with the pain in her back as she had been waiting for what seemed like hours. The pain medication had worn off some time ago while she reflected on the attempted claim for Alderaan - still shocked at the unfolding events. Senator Amidala was alive, and not only that, but was married to Lord Vader. Still, her hands trembled from the fear of seeing his rampage continue after seeing his wife, hoping that she had been spared from it. Her head lifted as the cell door opened to show the Senator, her expression curious to the relieved warrior as she entered.
“Is Lord Vader stable now?” Keyti’s voice was soft and weak, but she needed to know. Her blue eyes searched Padmé for any sign of injury, but she seemed fine.
She didn’t expect the soft smile that came onto Padme’s features, nodding as she stepped closer.” Yes. He is stable. He’s also vouching for your release to Master Kenobi and Master Yoda. It seems you managed to make a positive impact on him, even through it all. If you are granted release, you cannot return to the Empire, however.”
“I did not plan to. Not when Lord Vader can also be free of that hell.” There would be nothing for her to return to but Amara, but even she knew that friendship wouldn’t give her the immunity that being close to Vader did.
“He isn’t free entirely from it, but eventually, he will be with time.” She turned and heard the cell open again, watching Obi-Wan enter with the key while he limped slightly from his wound. Still, the bacta cream had provided more comfort than he expected.
“Considering your previous help with the twins, we’ve decided to grant you freedom, My Lady.” He watched with interest as she seemed to relax, nodding.
“I’m assuming in exchange for any information regarding the Empire or Lord Vader?”
“He has said you would not know many of the Empire’s dealings, but I believe you know of his,” he let her move forward before clicking the restraints off, watching as she rubbed her wrists momentarily before a brief pained expression came over her features.
“He still kept his secrets, but I am relieved that one child I helped you save was his own. I don’t believe I would have been forgiven as easily if they weren’t.”
Padmé smiled, voice soft,” Both of them are. Leia’s identity has been easily hidden with the Organas, and Luke doesn’t exist on record. However, I believe that I can trust you, Keyti. My husband does, so I will.” Surprise coated Keyti’s face at the realization of Vader’s trust in her, which only caused Padmé’s smile to widen,” Despite what he may try to lead you on, he does trust you. Please follow me. Formal introductions are in order now if you’re going to be a Rebel.”
Unease settled in the warrior’s chest, but she knew she wasn’t in the position to fight back—not when Keyti was given a second chance that she couldn’t receive if she returned to the Empire. Though she would do anything to get her possessions back from Mustafar she pushed the thought away for now. She stood up slowly, wincing at the sharp pain that shot up along her spine.
Obi-Wan caught a fleeting glimpse of the pain, moving closer to offer his arm for her.” Are you injured, My Lady?”
“It’s something I’ve always had, just some damage in my back. I’ll be fine.” She hesitated but soon grabbed the robes that Obi-Wan wore, glancing at him with a silent nod of thanks.
Padmé stepped closer, looking her over while her brows furrowed,” do you need a wheelchair?”
“No, just pain medication when possible. I usually take Dotaxrin tablets. Vader will know.” Keyti leaned into the former Jedi more, and concern only painted his weathered features more as he supported her up.
Padmé and Obi-Wan exchanged glances, but Padmé opted to alert the med bay to bring medication to the sitting area, motioning them to follow her. Keyti followed, masking the pain as she glanced around the ornate decorations, making a soft sound of surprise at how even lush the cell block was.
As they entered the dining hall after a gradual journey from Keyti’s pain, she looked up to Anakin as he stood with arms crossed while Ahsoka stayed quiet for the moment. They looked at them once they entered, and Ahsoka only arched a brow momentarily before Anakin spoke.
“A flare-up?”
Keyti gave a miserable nod, causing Ahsoka to glance between them. Oh, it wasn’t a show. She watched as Obi-Wan carefully led her to the closest, plush seat she could, getting her softly settled down. It wasn’t long before a droid came in, holding a tray with water and the requested bottle. Keyti swallowed hard while another pain wave assaulted her spine, eyes shutting tightly as she heard Anakin’s low voice rumble out again to the droid.
“What is the dosage?”
“375 milligrams, extended-release as requested. How many pills are required?”
“Two if it’s extended.”
Obi-Wan glanced at his former padawan as he listened, noting what was needed for the warrior since he could quickly sense the pain in the Force. He could only imagine how easily Anakin could have sensed it if the medication had been prepared so swiftly. Keyti shakily took the pills offered by the droid, giving a weak nod as she slowly took them. Sitting back, she exhaled as the droid placed the glass of water on the table beside her,” please continue to take sips to aid in releasing the medication.”
Padmé said then,” We also will need a wheelchair. After this meeting, she will visit the medbay.”
The droid looked at her, nodding,” We will prepare for her arrival.” After the droid exited, Anakin moved closer, keeping his arms crossed. “How long has it been hurting?”
“I don’t know. Sometime during me being within the cell, My Lord.”
Yoda and the Organas soon entered the room, and the others looked over at them, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Padmé smiling while giving warm greetings. Keyti became quiet, trying to mask the pain again as she bowed her head. She noticed Anakin only squared his shoulders, keeping his arms firmly crossed over his broad chest. Glancing over him, she wondered about his connection with everyone else in the room and how he still seemed to be emitting Vader’s mannerisms.
Bail then spoke, sitting beside his wife,” It’s good to see everyone unharmed after that, but truly, we are happy with your return, Anakin. Unexpected, I do admit, but still relieved you’re back with Padmé. The past fifteen years have been difficult for her and the twins.”
The Senator smiled weakly, making her way to his side again. She held his bicep carefully as he stood as Yoda and Obi-Wan sat.” I know they’ve been difficult for him as well. I know the children will want to meet him soon, but I wanted to gather everyone for more formal introductions. Anakin is the only one who would know everyone in this room, and since we’ve agreed to release Lady Selus, she should also know everyone else and vice versa.”
Their eyes moved to the warrior, her tattooed hand rubbing at her brow quietly with her eyes shut in pain before opening at her name. Looking between everyone, she gave a slight nod,” Well, I am aware at least of who Master Yoda, Master Kenobi, and Ahsoka are. I’ve never formally met the Organas as I didn’t do many diplomatic missions like other Imperial officers. I would stand and offer my hand, but I’m in a lot of pain at the moment. Forgive my manners.”
Padmé softened, looking to the Organas,” Keyti is the one who helped the twins escape the fortress.”
Ahsoka glanced at Obi-Wan, who was simply observing everyone while also signing for Yoda, quiet as he often was in larger group meetings, before her gaze flicked to Anakin. His features were unreadable, but his gaze was outside to the balcony, watching the skies as they grayed with the threat of rain. She could only hope that the longer he was back with them, the more he would continue to turn to the Light again or at least become balanced.
Breha spoke then, her voice soft and her features gentle.” For that, we thank you. As for your pain, you do not have to worry about formalities. Thank you for helping them, and I’m assuming she knows the truth then, Padmé?”
“Yes. Lady Keyti is aware that Luke and Leia are our children.” Leaning into Anakin more, his gaze moved back to his wife, leaning down to only give a soft kiss to her head. There was a pause as the droid returned with a wheelchair, getting it parked to the side for when they finished the meeting before the door shut again.
Yoda glanced at Obi-Wan and the Organas, humming softly to get everyone’s attention before he signed. “Trust Keyti, how? Work with Vader, she has. Tell the Empire information, she could.” Obi-Wan nodded, continuing his interpretation for the Grand Master.” Yes, how can we trust her not to go to the Empire about the Alliance?”
Anakin’s eyes moved to him, lifting his head back as Padmé could feel how he tensed beneath her touch. “Lady Keyti has been assigned to me, and she knows better than to cross me if she wishes to stay alive.”
Keyti gave an exhausted nod, with a half-assed gesture of her fingers towards him,” My loyalty has never been to the Emperor. He has caused his own damage to me before I was of age, and I refuse to bend to his will anymore. The Empire’s role in aiding in Inquisitors before being assigned to Mustafar allowed me to leave Sho-Torun, where I was a Lady, but the people never enjoyed my presence since I killed my husband. I will not hide the fact that I did, but he mistreated me, and that is all I’m willing to explain for now. My Lord knows more details; perhaps in time, more of you will as I also learn to trust you. We have to simply take this gamble.”
Padmé glanced up at her husband as he watched while Keyti tried to adjust her sitting position, brows tightly furrowed in pain. Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed before she looked to Anakin, but as he nodded when the warrior had grown quiet, she leaned back in her own chair more casually. It would take time for her to trust her, but if her former Master had already formed his own, she could at least give more than she had in the fortress. Perhaps what she was saying is correct, but there was a small trickle of danger when the Emperor was mentioned. Especially before she was of age. Ahsoka could only speculate about its meaning.
Yoda nodded, humming softly as he signed,” The Order, you tried to join. Turned you away, we did. Too old. Led you down a dark path.”
Anakin’s attention was caught then, looking to Keyti,” You were?”
She looked up to him, giving a slight nod,” Had I known who you were, I would have told you. I didn’t believe it was necessary since I wasn’t allowed to stay … but yes, I came to the Order on my own when I was ten. I tried to hope that I could be trained, that I could be helpful. I was angry, and then Senator Palpatine noticed me in the halls. He took a liking to me, but when I turned twelve, he … lost interest, and I was soon arranged into a marriage.”
Padmé’s eyes widened while Ahsoka’s brows furrowed, the Senator speaking up,” That young?”
“Yes. The Emperor has a particular taste, and once I had grown out of it, I was sent off to be quiet. I refuse to be quiet now if you are willing to accept me as a Rebel. Though, I will not tell it to everyone in this room.”
Breha lifted a hand to cover her mouth in shock, glancing up at her husband as his jaw clenched. He saw how Anakin realized the meaning, his body tensing. His brow muscles tightened, and for a fleeting moment, he was glad he didn’t have to suffer that particular fate. He knew when she was trying to deceive, but there was no indication within the Force, and his voice came out rougher,” You do not have to continue. You will be safe here, just as I will be, if not welcomed more easily. I believe, for now, you should head to the medbay.”
Padmé moved from him, nodding to get her outdated datapad.” I’ll get 3PO to take her.” After she requested his presence, she looked back at Anakin with a soft smile. “He’ll be happy to see you back, Ani.”
“I’m assuming you have R2 then as well?”
“Of course, we couldn’t separate them. For now, I believe we can all return to our duties.” Scattered murmurs of agreement came as the group began to break up, leaving Anakin, Padmé, Keyti, and Ahsoka in the sitting area before a knock came. Peeking in, 3PO’s gaze found Padmé easily before he shuffled his way in.” You requested my assistance?”
“Yes, please bring the wheelchair to Lady Keyti and escort her to the medbay for treatment, 3PO. After that, please return to us.”
“Oh! Yes, of course.”
After Keyti’s departure, Anakin’s voice was soft, only audible to his wife,” her husband abused her. Treated her like a slave.”
Ahsoka watched them, unable to hear what he said, but noticing the shock on Padmé’s face before her lips became a thin line, she shook her head. Glancing back to the door where the warrior had vanished, she said,” How long have you known her?”
Turning, Anakin’s eyes moved to his former padawan, making her pause with the soft glow they seemed to hold as he thought momentarily. “Almost three years, I believe. Before being captured, she had risked her life lying to Sidious about her reason for being at the abandoned fortress after my latest … episode. She recovered footage, which taught me that Luke is my son.”
“Then I can trust her for that. She knew it was important,” Padmé said, moving closer to hug him again. He shook his head, and his large hands went to her waist.
“She was unaware of that at the time. According to her, she wanted me to see the footage to show that I hesitated.”
“Do you still have the drive somewhere?”
“No, I destroyed it upon hearing an exchange between Obi-Wan and Ahsoka.” His eyes moved back to Ahsoka,” I could not let others learn the truth, and since the fortress was destroyed by the Rebel airstrike before Sidious left Mustafar … no one else was aware.” He paused as another knock came from the door, watching silently as 3PO moved back into the room.
“You requested my presence, Senator Amidala?”
“Yes, we have someone for you to see again, 3PO.” She motioned to her husband, who looked at the droid he had crafted as a child, expression unreadable.
“Again?” He echoed, studying the larger frame of his creator before the familiar lines and features of his face beneath the scarring dawned the realization. “Oh, my circuits! Master Ani, you’ve returned! Oh, R2 will stop being a sad bucket of bolts now. Currently, he’s with the twins. They’ve been very interested in the details of the most recent invasion.”
“Lead us to them, 3PO,” Anakin said simply,” it’s time they officially meet their father.”
Padmé only grinned brightly, holding onto his arm again as her joy overwhelmed her fear of what she had witnessed on the battlefield. If he could converse and be close to humans, he would be okay … right? If he had hesitated, perhaps there was hope that they would be recognized even in hunger. “I think the one you need to worry about the most is Leia. She’s stubborn, just like her father.”
He looked back down at her, softening with a quiet, rough-sounding chuckle escaping his throat. “Oh, she is? Does that mean that Luke is more like you?”
“That’s what Obi-Wan says, at least. He looks like you the most, though.”
“They had a personality swap then?” As he grinned, Padmé could see the sharp canines her husband had now, heart aching for the modifications done to him, but they could have a med-droid look over him later. For now, she only wanted her family together for the first time in fifteen years as she returned the grin.
“They did, and I believe it was a funny little joke from the Force,” she laughed, leading him into the hall.
#.pdf#anakin skywalker fanfiction#padmé amidala fanfiction#star wars fanfiction#vaderdala fanfic#anidala fanfic
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may I have some “theron: i don't trust like that” for the wip roundup pls 🫶
Oh this one is delightful! Thank you beloved 💜💜💜 Theron gets his first debriefing from Jonas Balkar about this new strange owner of Nar Shaddaa's Sith cult. takes place right after act 1. My man had no idea what fate had in store for him 😭
Theron takes a sip from his caf. “An extraction operation then.”
Jonas shoots a lopsided smile. “Well, that was the plan, but it might’ve gotten a lot harder. Or easier. We don’t know yet. When you were away, the cult changed hands. And the first thing the new owner did was…renovation.” Jonas points at him with the pen Theron just threw at him. “Yeah, close your jaw. I didn’t think one of their own would get him sooner than we would either.”
Theron’s face hardens. This is either incredibly good news or a total mess. No wonder even Jonas is tense as if he’s riding a hammerhead into the minefield.
“Who is the new owner?”
His fellow agent abruptly stands up. “Now this is the interesting part.”
He projects a figure to the holo, clearly taken from a public speech. The figure’s arm is reaching, like a promise. Their style is made up of a mixture of robes and expensive-looking armor. Black, dark purple. The skull mask follows suit, is it taken from a real creature? Their upper arms are bare and donned with geometric tattoos, the green hue of their skin clearly shows in the holo. A Mirialan.
“This is our gal,” Jonas announces with all the gaudiness of a reality show presenter. “The current owner of the Cult. They call her the Great Healer. She’s even changed the Cult’s name accordingly.”
Theron puts out a dry snort. “She looks more like someone who would unleash great diseases, not otherwise.”
Jonas shrugs. “It certainly sells better than ‘Screaming Blade’. Cozier. Eh, people ought to call you that when you clean up the most obnoxious plague that scorched the Nar Shaddaa refugee sector for years. No matter how much you look like you’re the embodiment of terror.”
He raises a brow, that’s no small deed.. but… “I doubt she did it because of the goodness of her heart. What do we know about her? Must be a big shot if she managed to dethrone a rooted parasite like Paladius. ”
“Well,” Jonas drawls, “Not exactly. She was just an apprentice.”
“An apprentice took down Paladius?!”
“Wait until you hear other things she is involved. Remember Nomar Organa? House Organa’s precious Jedi Master? They have confirmed it was her who killed him. Colonel Malcom declared her as a high-priority target the next day.”
Theron blinks. “You’re saying this apprentice has not only killed an established Sith Lord, but also an experienced Jedi Master?”
Jonas doesn’t seem fazed at all. Theron bets on his next R&R time, the asshole even enjoys witnessing him being completely dumbstruck. “If it makes you feel any better, she isn’t an apprentice anymore, those were old news. Intel says she retired her master permanently and took her place.” He wiggles his fingers through holo. “With Kallig’s body count, Darth Zash should’ve seen it coming from parsecs away.”
“Kallig?” that name sounds familiar. “That’s her name?”
“She only took the name recently. I asked the Jedi. There was actually a Lord Kallig during Tulak Hord’s time. Our Kallig Jr. claims to be his descendant. There’s no way to know for sure, of course, other than the glaring fact that she is insanely powerful… It doesn’t matter, even if she isn’t related to Kallig, she has claimed his name.”
#swtor#kallig/theron#mcshady tag#jonas had a good fucking laugh when he heard they were dating#but yeah. sith. he doesn't trust like that <33
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Good News!
Chapter 4 of Second Chances is officially in the works! It took me a while to figure out the outline for the chapter and then how to expand the outline. Meanwhile I got sidetracked by my Anidala Modern AU and well... life.
As an appreciation for my reader's patience and an apology for my procrastination, here is a sneak peak of the beginning of the rough draft of the opening scene. Special thanks to Fialleril for introducing their worldbuilding for Tatooine Slave Culture. It gets mentioned in my fic though it is not the focus. I enjoyed exploring this wonderful fandom as I delve into the psychology of Anakin Skywalker.
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When Anakin Skywalker was a boy, he spent his days toiling under the heat of twin suns for a harsh master who held the controls of his very life in his hands. At night, his mother, worn down by the same life, yet resolute in her belief in fate, in the inherent goodness of others, hidden and bogged down by fear and greed, would tuck him in and tell him a story. Her stories were often spoken in hushed, reverent tones, in the secret language of their people. She would speak of their history, the legends that made up their home. Those legends consisted of mythic figures, godlike in their fables. Shmi Skywalker often talked about Ar-Amu, the mother, but little Anakin skywalker had favored the stories about Ekkreth the unfettered, the trickster, the slave who made free, and from whom they had received their family name.
Little Anakin Skywalker had believed in Ekkreth without question, and he had believed that it was Ekkreth who had sent a Jedi and his company into their path to free them. It nearly broke him to learn that he would have to leave his mother behind in chains while he flew away, free to walk the sky. As Anakin grew, and he threw himself into his Jedi training, in effort to ensure that Qui-Gon didn’t die in vain, to prove himself worthy of his place within the Jedi, he believed in the old stories of his childhood less and less.
As Anakin Skywalker held his dying mother in his arms and begged to the Force, to Ar-Amu to spare her life, to not let him be too late to come home, his faith in the stories of their people had shattered. A piece of Anakin Skywalker died that night in that Tusken Camp along with Shmi Skywalker. The stories that Shmi used to tell her son at night were just that, stories.
“I tell you these stories, My Son, so that they might save your life one day,” Shmi Skywallker would whisper to her beloved son as she kissed his forehead goodnight.
Stories, fables, legends were nothing more than a small comfort to make a life of cruelty more bearable. Anakin was certain of this as he scoffed at the very idea of something so outlandish being true. He had turned his back on the heritage he was born within, favoring the knowledge that he knew to be true. The Force, which he could touch, feel, understand through his training, was far more real than any mythical figure in a bedtime story. There was no story that can withstand a lightsaber, nor can it combat against the greatest feat of the Force.
Stories were nothing more than a lie anyway, Anakin Skywalker, the former Darth Vader in another life, knew this to be true with a fatalistic certainty. After all, it was with the use of a fallacy, disguised as such a story, that had been the catalyst for the destruction of Anakin Skywalker and the birth of Darth Vader. If not for the tempting lie, crafted in the form of a story told to him by a man he was foolish enough to trust, he would not have fallen for the trap that doomed him, everyone he ever loved and the entire galaxy.
Stories do not save lives, they give false hope. Anakin Skywalker had no time for stories. He had a time-sensitive mission, after all. He needed to focus, to plan ahead, because the enemy is always several steps ahead. Anakin needed to rise ahead of Sidious. Sidious had decades to plot and all Anakin had was a little over a year or less if he wasn’t careful.
#anakin skywalker#star wars#time travel fix it#mentions of Tatooine slave culture#fanfiction#character psychology
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Light Zeron! My boy! I care about them very much - taleblrtheorymachine
Kcnxkdk, knockoff Purple Guy from before William Afton existed my beloved!
Uuuhhhh, I actually don't have many headcanons, but I see him as being allergic to sunlight. I have no clue why, I blame his name, and his vampire energy.
I have no memory where this fuckin came from, I came up with it YEEEAAAAAARRRS ago, but him and Darth Calculus working together? Idk it was a big brain move I did to the point I don't remember why. (Also yes, I'm a sucker for rarepairs that make no sense so...)
Menace to society, not much to say, just a weird little bastard man who spent too much time locked in a small room djdjdjdkdk
He went on to work at other Freddy Fazbear locations, possibly evening going to the Sister Location, absolutely befriend Funtime Foxy because why not? Listen, they have the same vibes, they're over the top drama queens who might drive eachother crazy but honestly who cares?
Definition of scrungly and pathetic meow meow
#taleblr headcanons#light zeron#man i forgot aboht this guy so hard and a few others#im so sadge i havnt thought about several characters in literal years god damn#sammy answers
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My Brother and the Invasion of Naboo (Meu irmão e a invasão de Naboo)
Last Sunday, my family and I watched the movie Episode I - The Phantom Menace. That was the first time he watched it, and he was really excited to watch it, all the while saying he would see "little Anakin".
So the movie started and the first leads to appear were Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. My little brother, who is only 10 years old, said when he saw the two of them that one was Zeus in Star Wars (Liam Neeson in Clash of the Titans) and the other was the love of my life (his little X-9). He loves all the action and loved it when Obi and Qui-Gon did their stunts and lightsaber fights (he asked me for one, I'll have to buy it). It was only when the rest of the cast finally appeared that he strongly expressed his opinion.
He deeply loved Padmé and her servants, when Jar Jar Binks appeared he knew who he was (he's been watching Clone Wars with me) and just died laughing with all his interactions with the others, especially whenever the Gungan opened his mouth to speak, because according to himself, only nonsense comes out. About my brother, I'll just refer to him as Buís, which is an old nickname. Well, Buís loved everything and seeing how the ships worked, the planet and everything that happened. He made a lot of faces and said that Sidios should be arrested, he deserved eternal jail. Buís really wanted Anakin and his mother to leave Tatooine together, and didn't like the Jedi council's tests for the boy, saying that if they took him away from our mother out of nowhere, he would also be afraid. When Darth Maul appeared he just went crazy, Buís is a big fan of his and simply shouted loud and clear that he was the "Red Devil" (nickname he gave when he didn't know the character's name).
Fast-forwarding things a bit, in the main scene when the Gungans and Droids were fighting each other, that's when he totally caught me off guard. Although he was loving the battle and laughing his ass off with the "Rogers" droids, he turned to me and asked me. "Sister, is this what is happening between Russia and Ukraine? You're older and you've studied a lot, so tell me, are the Russians and the Ukrainians fighting just like them?". My little brother is only 10, I'm 20 and that makes our age difference significant. We have a brother named João Paulo, he is 17 years old, even so, Buís turned to me and asked that question. Here at home, information is gold, and we are taught from an early age to keep an eye on the world around us. So, Buís has been watching the news and he knows well what is happening, he always asks me to watch it with him, so that, in his words, I explain the difficult words.
His comment gave me a new look at the film, I already knew how vile and greedy the plan was that Palpatine hatched just to become Chancellor (we know there's more to it than that). While I love the character, my brother's vision, and the comparison he made really caught my eye, and while it's not an analysis, I wish I could share it with anyone reading this post. So my beloved little brother knows what's going on in the world, and later talking to me he told me he was able to better understand how people who are at war might be feeling.
Anyway, just a small testimony of an older sister who was impressed with her little brother's intelligence. Feel free to share if you'd like any experience, be it similar or not, with kids watching Star Wars movies. Perhaps, as I present the other films to him, I will also bring the opinion of my dear Buís.
#star wars: the phantom menace#sheev palpatine#padme amidala#star wars prequels#My little brother is a smart kid#but he scares me sometimes.#I apologize for my not so good English#my first language is Brazilian Portuguese. Blessed is he who invented the language translator.
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My Purpose
Din Djarin/Mando x Reader
Summary: You're captured by the Empire, held for questioning concerning the location of the child. Under Moff Gideon's supervision, you endure harsh punishment. You knew that Din would never leave you behind. The moment you heard blasters firing rapidly outside your holding cell, you knew he'd come back for you.
Warnings: violence, mild torture to reader (no SA), mention of blood, death, reader being "helpless", helmetless Din, fluff
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: I mean, don't we all fantasize about being rescued by a bounty hunter as a helpless damsel in distress? Just me? well, enjoy anyways. This honestly reads like a Mandalorian episode. @ jon favreau, hire me pls. reader is referred to as “her” once or twice but otherwise can be read as gender neutral.
gif credit: @isetthetone
"I won't talk" You spat at the men towering over you. You were firm, and steady in your composure. More troopers, higher ranking than the predecessors, continued in the attempt to break you. The Empire wanted the child, and you'd never let them get close. The vents blasted near frozen air onto your shoulders from above, insulated in your holding cell that was encased with metal and designed for discomfort.
Without another helpless word, and the press of a little red button, bolts of electricity coursed throughout your already exhausted body, delivered by the small device forcibly wrapped around your head. The pain was excruciating, but you were beginning to feel numb with every passing second. This was the 5th...no, 6th time...so far, that this pain has been inflicted on you. It benefitted neither party in the room. You offered no evidence of weakness aside from your obvious pain. They had to know that you weren't any close to revealing any useful information.
"If you won't talk, Moff Gideon will be taking matters into his own hands. Give us the location of the kid, or suffer the consequences" Their voices were muffled in a similar way that Din's helmet muffled his voice. It reminded you of him in an oddly comforting way. You missed him terribly already. Without even seeing the true look in Din's eyes when they captured you only seconds before you were able to make it to the Razor Crest, you knew his heart made the most difficult decision he's ever had to make. You knew it was you or the child, and neither of us would ever let them get their hands on him.
Although you kept your composure in the presence of your captors, you were scared. Petrified, even. Din swore to himself many months ago to protect you in exchange for you assisting him in raising the child. You knew little of childcare, but Din knew you could both figure it out together. After all, you did owe him big time for saving your life when you first met. And here we were, right back where it all started...you needed to be saved again. You hoped he'd gotten the child miles away from here by now. You'd lost track of time but it felt like hours, maybe even half a day at this point.
Your silence was the only response to the further questions.
"Suit yourself" One of the troopers scoffed, and swiftly exited with his partner. The door slid open and closed just barely long enough for them to leave. You were then trapped, cold, and alone again. As much as you wanted to be relieved from your situation, you cared significantly more for the safety of the child and your armored protector.
The minutes dragged and your chest felt heavy as the panic began to sink in. This was it for you. No way they’d let you leave after being of no use to them. Your death was inevitable, and your racing thoughts began to slow as you came to peace with that.
You heard the faint hissing of a door on the other side of your cell, signifying someone's entry. Then suddenly, your cell door slid open, revealing a towering figure. Although you'd never seen the late Darth Vader, the way you imagined him was reflected in this man.
The jet-black shine of his armor was enough to startle you in his presence. But his expression...the menacing grin framed the picture of a despicable man.
Your face was blank. Showing any fear was not an option right now. Although, you were subtly trembling in your seat.
"You know that you've made a big mistake, right?" He said, approaching you slowly, using his height to tower over you while you were seated on a steel bench.
Silence.
"Your beloved bounty hunter isn't coming back for you," Moff Gideon said softly, getting uncomfortably close to your face. "Why not just comply with our requests so we can move along with the search? hm?"
"You'll never find them" You hissed at him.
"Oh, actually I will. That you can count on" He laughed. The insulting tone made you sick. "However, if you tell us where they are, your torture will come to an end and we can get this whole thing over with. What do you say?"
"Never."
"Your persistence is admiring, truly it is. But why waste your time? He doesn't care about you. He's a Mandalorian. They only care about their creed. Everything else is just...a commodity."
You shook your head in denial. That wasn't true.
"You're wrong."
His gloved hand firmly grabbed your chin, pulling your face up toward him. You cringed and winced under his touch.
“Where are they?” He persistently shouted in your face. You jolted your head backward in attempt to put distance between the two of you. With your response of more silence, you were met with a sharp and painful blow to the side of your face. You turned to look back at him, trying to collect yourself from the pain. His fist was still tight and ready to throw another punch.
The second punch was worse, it radiated pain through your entire skull and caused your eyes to go blurry for a moment. The cuts already open on your cheek were split open with damage you were taking. You felt the blood begin to drip down your face. Any additional infliction would be hell, but you’d take any pain necessary to keep everything you loved safe.
His other hand brought to your attention a small red button. The same button the stormtroopers used to electrocute you before. You whimpered in anticipation and tears involuntarily formed in your eyes.
A deranged smile spread across his face. Your fear just fueled his power. And just before he could inflict any additional pain on you, he seemed to have received transmission into his ear.
His brows furrowed. His eyes then locked with yours.
"Repeat, commander" a look of concern was on his face. Disbelief, even.
"Don't let him step foot on my ship" Moff Gideon seethed.
Although you were uninformed to the other side of the conversation, there was no question. You grinned ear to ear. He came back for you. Of course he did.
"Well, change of plans. The Mandalorian dies today" Moff Gideon snickered.
"We'll see about that" You whispered.
The ship shook and vibrated under your feet. As if a ship had docked...or crashed, maybe. Moff Gideon snapped his attention behind him, as if he could see what was happening through the secured doors.
Another transmission came through, one you still weren't able to hear.
"If he doesn't have the child, then he's no use to me. Kill him."
Your heart sank at the mere thought of losing him. But it wouldn't happen. Gideon's troopers were no match.
Moff Gideon kept his close watch over you while he hid like a coward in your cell with you. His hand rested atop his blaster in preparation for what he knew was to come. The cruiser you were aboard had a crew of probably 50 people. If they all served to be as awful at combat as other troopers that you’d seen Din take down, you’d be rescued in no time.
You watched Gideon’s body language grow more and more nervous and fidgety as the commotion grew on the other side of the door. Blasters and the sharp clinking of metal filled the narrow space of the ships walls. That muffled sound was moving closer. As the situation became less favorable for Gideon, it became more favorable for you. That fact alone put a smile on your face.
Then suddenly…three loud bangs penetrated the walls. It sounded as though someone was trying to break through the first door. But that wasn’t regular armor hitting the metal…it was beskar. Gideon trembled. He jolted when the banging arrived at your cell door. He was displeased to hear you laugh at his reaction, which fueled his anger.
He yanked your arm and threw you in front of him as a human shield, pulling his arm around your chest and igniting the dark saber, holding it only centimeters from your throat. The blade vibrated loudly, threatening to take your life in one motion. What a fucking coward. Can’t even fight without using you as bait.
It took less time for Din to break through the second door. Within seconds, the door snapped and broke open, revealing your protector wrapped in his armor as usual. What was unusual, though, was the splattered blood across his chest plate. You couldn’t even imagine what he’d just been through to get to you.
“Step another foot closer and she dies” Moff Gideon insisted.
“Let her go” his soothing voice broke through his helmet, calming your nerves, even with death being only a movement away. “You’re outnumbered, Moff Gideon”
“I would disagree. It seems it’s one on one”
He pulled the saber closer to your neck. You whimpered and squinted your eyes shut. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you opened them back up. You see Din’s fist in a ball, revealing his frustration and anger.
“Based on your fighting skills I’d say it’s more like two on one, wouldn’t you think?” Din snapped back at him.
“Alright. Let’s fight then, Mandalorian” Gideon said with a smirk on his face. He threw you down carelessly back onto the bench. You cried out in pain as your face hit in the cold seat.
Both men circled one another with their weapon of choice in the ready position. The saber was still ignited, and Din had his staff of beskar. No lightsaber could ever cut through beskar, not even the dark saber. Din swung first, striking Gideon’s side armor. He retaliated, only to be met with the staff that rejected the saber’s power.
There were flashes of blinding light back and forth, both men having a fair chance against the other. You watched in terrifying anticipation, fearful of Din’s safety. You believed in him, but to watch him fight scared you. After a few minutes, Din finally had Gideon pinned against the floor, with the beskar staff pointed right below his chin. The saber was thrown from his hands, and out of his reach.
This was it, you thought. We are getting out of here.
But not yet. Gideon made a move so swiftly you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. The staff was knocked from Din’s grip, and he was thrown backward onto the floor. Gideon somehow maneuvered himself on top of him now, with the staff in his control.
No. Please no.
He could’ve killed him in one motion, but instead, Gideon pushed the staff under the grip of Din’s helmet and forcefully pulled it from his head, slicing his chin in the process. You gasped and looked away, to be respectful of his creed. You’d never seen him without his helmet. All you caught glimpse of was the deep brown color of his hair.
You only listened now, as you were unable to watch how this would end.
“You have nothing now” Gideon started, breathing heavy through his words. “Your creed has been broken. You have no purpose” he laughed, pleased with himself for to bring shame to his opponent. "Give it up, Din Djarin."
A familiar voice broke the air that you’d ever only heard through the distortion of a helmet. You gasped softly.
“She is my purpose. The child is my purpose. I won’t let you take that away from me” Din said. It sounded like the voice was directed toward you rather than Gideon based on your positioning. You melted at his words.
Not another word was spoken before the clanging of metal filled the room again, you couldn’t tell what was happening, which made you all the more terrified. Gideon groaned in pain, it sounded as if he was on the ground now.
“You’ll never take the child. And you’ll never see the light of day again. All because you took my girl” Din breathed deep through his words.
You heard the dark saber ignite again.
The vibration from the saber indicated a swift movement.
A loud thud against the ground.
Silence.
You trembled with your arms covering your head in a fetal position on the bench. You knew it had to be Din who was still standing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.
“Y/N” his warm voice graced your ears only inches from behind you. You audibly sobbed. Knowing immediately you were safe. He was still helmet-less, you could tell. You turned over to face him, but kept your eyes closed so you wouldn’t see him.
The electrocution device wrapped around your head was removed gently. You'd somehow forgotten it was even there. His hands then wrapped around yours as you moved to sit in an upright position.
“Look at me” he pleased softly
“But your hel-” you started
“Look at me” he insisted, squeezing your hands gently.
Your eyelids folded open slowly. You weren’t afraid, but you were hesitant. He was crouched in front of you. What you saw as your gaze met his, took your breath away. His eyes were brown, a match to his hair you caught glimpse of before. It was Din. You were finally seeing the man you loved for what he really looked like. He was so beautiful. All the words you wanted to say failed to leave your mouth as you scanned his face over and over again. His expression was riddled with worry and concern.
“Did he do this to you?” He referred to the gash above your cheek, and the other visible bruising down your body. You were suddenly aware of how deeply he cared for you.
On the verge of tears and still remaining speechless, you nodded your head. “I’m okay”
“He’ll never take you from me or lay a hand on you again” your eyes travelled over to Gideon’s lifeless body on the floor. Din gently pulled your face back to look at him so you wouldn’t be more traumatized than you already were.
“I’m here” he reassured you. A smile formed on his lips. Maker…that smile. You were seeing him smile for the first time. Sweat and patches of blood scattered Din's face. You couldn't imagine the hell he went through to get to you.
“But Din, your helmet” you remained confused. You knew that meeting other Mandalorian recently may have changed his outlook but you never thought he’d break the creed intentionally. He could’ve put it back on. But he didn’t.
“It’s okay... I wanted to see you with my own eyes. You are my purpose now, y/n”
He said it again. The same sentiment that surprised you before. Your heart was so full in that moment.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner" He remorsefully spoke. "Its my job to protect you, and I almost failed you. It'll never happen again"
You shake your head. He didn't need to apologize. He was here now and that's all that mattered.
“I’ve never been happier to see someone’s face in my entire life” you say, continuing to admire his features. You bring your hand to cup the side of his face. He closed his eyes gently as a result of your caress. Your skin against his was so mesmerizing...so new to you...so new to him. You halted your gaze this time at his lips and then looked back to his eyes. He was looking at your lips too.
Neither of you had to say another word. An unspoken desire between the two of you was about to be fulfilled. His finger guided your chin closer to him.
The silence was so loud. The lack of troopers and personnel on the ship was haunting, yet somehow incredibly peaceful. The beating of your heart was beginning to fill that silence in your ears. It beat rapidly in response to your near death experience in addition to being this close to him. Being completely alone and intimate with him.
You leaned in to him with his guidance. As your lips just barely brushed against his, you took a sharp breath in. The skin on his lips was supple and warm. As you fully pressed your mouth against his, you fell apart into his kiss. Your whole body was encased in warmth and a feeling of security from this closeness with him. His hand rested against the back of your neck and pulled you closer into the kiss, if that was even possible. Even though you were truly alone, this kiss alone made it feel like you and him were the only two people left in the whole galaxy.
You never wanted to pull away from him. You both waited so long for this moment.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" He whispered, as the kiss finally broke.
"I do, Din. Trust me I do" You giggled. You were captivated by the feeling that this kiss had left with you.
He pulled his head back to take another look at you.
"Let's get you home" He said, before standing to his feet.
Even weak from his battle wounds, he scooped you up into his arms, and carried you back to the Razor Crest.
#mandalorian#the mandalorian#din djarin#din djarin x reader#din djarin fluff#mandalorian fluff#the mandalorian fluff#my work#stardust-kenobi#star wars#star wars fanfiction#mandalorian x you#the mandalorian x you#din djarin x you#star wars fic#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fluff#pedro pascal x reader
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Anidala Week 2021
Day 1: Missing Scene or Favorite Scene(s)
Anakin Skywalker could not take his eyes off the girl. He noticed her the moment he entered Watto’s shop, even before Watto said anything, and he hadn’t been able to stop looking at her since. He barely heard what Watto said to him about watching the shop. He barely noticed the strange-looking creature that had come in with her and was poking around in the shelves and bins. Even after she noticed he was staring at her, he could not help himself.
He moved now to an open space on the counter, hoisted himself up, and sat watching her while pretending to clean a transmitter cell. She was looking back at him now, embarrassment turning to curiosity. She was small and slender with long, braided brown hair, brown eyes, and a face he found so beautiful that he had nothing to which he could compare it. She was dressed in rough peasant’s clothing, but she seemed very self-possessed. She gave him an amused smile, and he felt himself melting in confusion and wonder. He took a deep breath.
“Are you an angel?” he asked quietly. The girl stared. “What?”
“An angel.” Anakin straightened a bit. “They live on the moons of Iego, I think. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They are good and kind, and so pretty they make even the most hardened space pirates cry like small children.”
She gave him a confused look. “I’ve never heard of angels,” she said.
“You must be one of them,” Anakin insisted. “Maybe you just don’t know it.”
“You’re a funny little boy.” The amused smile returned.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, looking upset and embarrassed. “I don’t fully understand, I guess. This is a strange world to me.” He studied her intently for a moment, thinking of other things, wanting to tell her of them. “You are a strange girl to me,” he said instead. He swung his legs out from the counter. “My name is Anakin Skywalker.” She brushed at her hair. “Padmé Naberrie.”
Both Anakin and Padmé were laughing now, and their laughter increased as they saw the look on the unfortunate creature’s long billed face. Anakin looked at Padmé and the girl at him. Their laughter died away. The girl reached up to touch her hair self-consciously, but she did not divert her gaze. “I’m going to marry you,” the boy said suddenly. There was a moment of silence, and she began laughing again, a sweet musical sound he didn’t mind at all. “I mean it,” he insisted. “You are an odd one,” she said, her laughter dying away. “Why do you say that?” He hesitated. ” I guess because it’s what I believe…” Her smile was dazzling. “Well, I’m afraid I can’t marry you..” She paused, searching her memory for his name. “Anakin,” he said. “Anakin.” She cocked her head. “You’re just a little boy.” His gaze was intense as he faced her. “I won’t always be…” he said quietly.”
— Terry Brooks, Star Wars : Episode I - The Phantom Menace
This is one of my favorite Anidala scenes ever because their story starts so sweetly. This scene is so unique to them and after watching the OT, it’s fascinating to see a young Darth Vader as a sweet and innocent child. His interactions as a slave boy with a young queen in disguise is also fits with the fairytale-ish tone and themes in Star Wars. Anakin and Padmé’s first meeting is just precious.
This is probably the only time, Anakin and Padmé can be themselves without older figures telling them what to do. This is one of the few times Padmé is Padmé Naberrie - not Queen Amidala or Padmé Amidala. It’s interesting to see two young people from different social classes and vastly different cultures and worlds sharing a genuine moment of connection.
I can add very little to this scene but Anakin proves he has enough clairvoyance (as Admiral Motti mocks him in ANH) to be certain he has met the girl he would marry someday. Even in TPM, little Anakin Skywalker is just as much a slave to Watto as he is to the Emperor in ANH.
Even Padmé is somewhat surprised by his intensity at such an young age. Anakin also emphasizes on his identity as a person so this scene has dark undertones and references to Darth Vader.
Another scene I love is the chilling visual parallels with Vader and Padmé in ROTS. The stark contrast between their “deaths” but also the similarities show that they are still connected even while their lives hang in balance.
Padmé gives birth to life and Anakin loses his humanity. She is in a well-lit medical facility and he is in a cold, dark one. Even their heartbeats are in sync as if they are connected via the Force (which could very well be true, since she was slightly force-sensitive from carrying the twins).
As the mask lowers on Vader, he whispers (since his vocal cords are badly burnt), “Padmé, help me” and Padmé, always on Anakin’s side, hears his plea and tries to tell that to Obi-Wan with her dying breath. It’s very likely that she heard him through the connection they shared like their connection during the ruminations scene and how Leia felt Luke in ESB and but she was unable to respond as she had given birth and probably lost the temporary force sensitivity.
As Anakin takes his first breath as Vader, Padmé takes her last.
Vader rises like Frankenstein’s monster and Sidious marvels at his new “creation”. Padmé dies all in white, like the angel Anakin believed her to be. The parallels are also reminiscent of the “Death and the Maiden” motif.
Anakin has always felt connected to Padmé since he met her and this is the last time he feels their connection. And that’s how he knows Padmé is truly dead and he has lost her forever.
Even the chorus “I am a Sith Lord but I could not save her” (even though the lyrics are actually Sanskrit) is haunting. This is where the colors of the republic fade and the black and white symbolism of the empire begins.
Anakin is now Vader - more machine than man - and stands beside Sidious to assist him in building a tyrannical empire while Padmé dies and takes with her all the colors, love, laughter, cultural beauty, and freedom of the Republic era. Padmé was the personification of the Republic - a flawed but well-intended system and her death represents the democracy whereas Vader represents the Empire.
Her funeral arrangement makes it seem like she’s drowning like Ophelia - implying that she’s returning to where she belongs. (Her planet Naboo is mostly associated with water and Padmé has often expressed her love for water and lakes in AOTC).
Padmé dying of a broken heart is also fits in with the fairytale whereas Anakin finds himself in a very different world after he wakes up - a world where most of the Jedi had been slaughtered and the survivors were declared traitors, a world where democracy doesn’t exist anymore. And he finds himself kept alive my machinery and he cannot die like his beloved, even if he wishes to. He is now very much a part of the new empire - with his humanity and limbs lost - and he gradually accepts his role as the imperial enforcer.
Anakin and Padme’s story comes to a conclusion here as their reverse arcs are completed. They have both come a long way since TPM and Padme’s experiences mold her into becoming more emotional and in touch with her feelings from the stoic, reserved Queen Amidala whereas Anakin’s dreams, compassion and search for his identity are lost as he becomes his master’s servant and becomes colder and more stoic. Padmé’s journey was to become more human and learning to put love and family over duty and transition from Amidala to Padmé as Anakin’s unfortunately was to become more inhuman and machine-like, from Anakin to Vader.
These scenes are where the prequel trilogy ends and the originals begin.
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Very happy for the chapter, but very sad we haven't seen Daddy Vader back with his baby yet. Can we get a little bit of Daddy Vader taking care of his (reluctant rebel) baby boy? Please? I've been missing Vader and Luke and would be happy with anything.
Oh my dear anon, never fret ❤️ lovely head canons on the way.
Sick fic snippet.
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Luke had never been one to be sick often as a child, but when he did fall I'll, he fell hard. Currently, a runny nose, fever and pounding head ache plagued his sleepy, dizzy and aching body. The medical Droid that examined him said it was a severe cold and antibiotics were prescribed.
That was a week ago. Nothing has improved.
"Little one, can you sit up for me?" Came a soft coo from above. Luke opened his heavy eyes. All he wanted was to sleep and never wake up. The figure before him was blurry but a few blinks later and the undeniable figure of Darth Vader lovingly standing over him with a warm bowl of soup in his large hands came to view.
"it's time for Lunch, my son. Com'up then it's naptime."
Luke shook his head, coughing. "Nooo." Came his weak defense as Vader fluffed his pillows behind him, propping the boy up. The bowl was placed on Luke's lap as the father sat next to his boy, wrapping a dinner napkin around his neck.
"A few sips and then you can sleep more my beloved. Come on, open up." Vader chuckled as he lifted a spoonful to Luke's lips. The boy wasn't in the mood to eat. There wasn't a better appetite suppressant in the world than feeling like Bantha shit. Luke was in no mood to eat anything, besides he couldn't smell if he would like what was being served or not.
"Come on, little one, you can have small sips for Daddy, right Lukey?" Vader encouraged. Luke knew this was a loosing battle as he opened his mouth allowing Vader to gently spoon feed him and praise him. Whatever he was fed wasn't half bad, it has lots of ginger and a hint of chicken. It was lovely on his throat but he didn't want too much and by the seventh spoonful he turned his head away.
"Alright, we can save the rest for later."
Finally. Luke thought as he tried to lay down and fall back asleep. Vader, it seems, had other plans. The father had begun to peel off Luke's night shirt ignoring the pleas of his small ill son. "I just need to apply some salve to your chest, Luke. It will help with your breathing." The salve in question was vapor rub commonly used on tiny babies and infants but it would make due for his own child. Luke shivered and coughed while protesting the care given to him.
"Would Luke like a story before his nap?" Vader asked, ignoring the tearful boy's pleas under him. Luke stopped struggling when Vader drew his hand away and dressed the lad in warmer wear. Luke didn't answer, giving the father the freedom to tuck Luke back in and sit next to him as he stroked his blonde bangs off his forehead and opened a data pad for reading.
Vader hates seeing his son in pain and feeling sick. But he wouldn't pass an opportunity to watch that adorable face fall into a deep slumber.
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Can you do a fluffy no. 20 with Maul? I would DIE 😭😭
YESH!!! thank u for requesting btw! This is my first time doing the whole prompt list thingy!
Prompt 20: “I like the way you're hand fits in mine”
Darth maul x fem reader! (I intended on a GN reader but my sleepy state of mind slipped up and made it be maul x wifey🥺) also a bit on the short side.
The small home made of wooden walls and dark oak floor was alight with the setting sun's light that leaked in through the open windows, his bare back soaking up the sun's warmth as he worked on something displayed on his holopad. Golden eyes more rich then the hues the sun cast over the room, the warmth of his scarlet tented pools putting the ball of fiery light in the sky to shame.
You watched him silently for a moment, taking in his natural beauty while the stress was evident in his tensed shoulders and every huff falling from his lips. Hand slowly moving to his temple to massage it just above one of various horns on his head. You smiled at him, heart aching for him though as you knew his master was putting an awful lot of pressure on his shoulders.
“Although you're admiring gaze is flattering, I'd much rather you sit with me love” he broke the silence draped over the room with his smooth voice, his head tilting in your direction as he spoke.
Walking over to him from where he sat by a desk in a chair, you placed both hands on his shoulders and slowly began rubbing at the tense muscles with your thumb, in attempts to ease him. “I thought you were to busy reading over whatever has you're attention on this little thing to bother with me?” you mused while placing a delicate kiss atop the crown of his soft head. His relieved sigh and little hum of appreciation making you feel a wave of satisfaction wash over you upon making him somewhat relaxed.
“Too busy for you? My beloved wife? Of course not” he said, leaning back in his small wooden chair to peer up at you, “That's just nonsense” he adds with a soft little smile, one only reserved for you.
“Well, I'm over here maul, now what?” you giggle at the roll of his eyes as he then averted his eyes to the floor, sitting up in his chair again before looking back at the holopad. He seemed hesitant to ask something, his body language easy to read after knowing him for so long, merely a year but what felt like eons, a thousand lifetimes.
“What you're doing now is enough to help me keep my sanity in check” he murmured while glaring at the device before his eyes soften once more and he looks up at you, but even if you and maul have only been together a year, one month spent married, you could practically detect what he wanted to ask of you just by reading his eyes.
You smile at him and walk around to perch atop his desk, taking his hand in yours. His crimson skin adorned with swirling inky black tattoos warm against your own, his lungs releasing a large breath he hadn't even known he had been holding in. Grip tightening around your hand softly as he urges you to stand up, never one to defy him, you do as he says and he pulls you down into his lap, chair creaking in the process due to the extra weight since it was obviously made for one person. One arm wrapped around your waist as he holds your hand now, back pressed against his bare chest. You never questioned why he always had this odd need to always, always, hold your hand. when in public he does it, slowly slipping his hand in yours as you both stroll around the markets. Or when your both sleeping soundly in your bed, his hand finds your in his unconscious mind, holding it tightly in his own as if he fears that if he let's go you'll disappear. It's a sweet act, an adorable habit of his actually. But you were curious as to why he loved holding your hand so much.
Turning slightly to look up at him, you grasp his attention with a gentle squeeze of his hand. “Maul, can I ask you something?” you start with a soft little grin, his hum of acknowledgment sends vibrations through his chest, felt against your back.
“You can ask me anything, love” he said while casually reading something that must have been important since his eyes stayed glued to the blue screen.
“Why do you always want to hold my hand?” it came out coated with a sweetness, the question obviously fueled by genuine curiosity, innocent voice clear with that.
But mual froze nonetheless, gulping as he obviously began to worry. His mind racing with the possibilities you didn't enjoy the action of affection as much as him. Once he really thinks about it, all the times he had taken your hand in his own, he hadn't even asked you if it were okay.
With a small almost saddened tone, Maul speaks up after a beat of silence. “Do you not enjoy it?” ready to slip his hand out of yours you are quick to grip it with a vise like hold. Almost regretting asking him in the first place.
“No! I absolutely adore it my love” you nearly exclaim with desperation to reassure him. “I was only curious as to why you always wanted to hold my hand — but you don't have to answer it of course, it's only a silly question” you rambled with wide eyes, the sight enough to have his two hearts flutter in a way he never thought possible.
Chuckling at you he leans down to place a kiss on your temple before deciding to answer you, his thumb rubbing your knuckles slowly. “I like the way you're hand fits in mine” he muttered with a small smile, eye's falling down to how his large hand nearly engulfs your small one, the way it looks in his own sends a wave of pride through him, proud he was able to capture the heart of such a beautiful soul in the galaxy. His beloved, you.
Your heart swells with his answer, your smile wide as you glance over your shoulder and find him looking at your intertwined hands. “The feeling is mutual for sure, it's a rather nice feeling isn't it?” you lean back against him and sigh in contentment. How you were able to marry such a man, a sith lord who may seems menacing to others but a tender hearted lover in your eyes, it was by pure luck the galaxy had brought him into your life.
He placed another kiss on your temple, lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than the last one. He relishes in this moment with you a little longer before reluctantly getting back to work on his device, his hand bringing yours up to his lips to place a kiss on your knuckles. “It is indeed a nice feeling, my love” he whispers as your eyes flutter close, tired from the exhausting day you had. His chuckle keeps your mind from slipping into unconsciousness.
“Why don't you rest? It's getting late” he points out how the sun has nearly set, just barely peeking from the horizon.
“Not unless you're going to cuddle with me” you say tiredly with your eyes closed, a lazy smile on your lips. You knew he'd give in and discard his duties for a moment, just until you fall asleep at least. And you proved to be right as he discards work and stands with you in his arms, having to let your hand go for a moment as he walks you both to the bed, gently laying you down to drape the soft blankets over you, soon crawling in himself.
He slowly pulled your back against his chest as he spoons you, taking your hand in his own again. His nose brushing against your ear as he lulls you to sleep by telling you small details about his day as a sith, keeping out the harsher parts he despises you to know about his life. Just as your on the brink of falling into the world of unconsciousness, his tender words send a warmth through you, heart melting with love for him.
“I love you…” and you muttered them back, falling asleep in his arms as he held on tightly to your hand.
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