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Hesitation - Darth Vader

Summary: Husband!Vader has been on his ship for far too long. His very pregnant wife has come to fetch him.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Unburnt!Vader, Domestic!Vader, Husband!Vader, established relationship, fluff , porn with plot, wife!reader, PiV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please), creampie, mentions of children, mentions of Emperor Palps (he's his own red flag), same universe as my other fic here

Word count ~ 3.6k (unedited)

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Vader hasn't left his ship in days. Regularly occupied by the matters of the Empire, it was not uncommon for him to be absorbed in his work. More often than not, he would work late into the night until he lost track of time. Rest and sleep were put aside until he was satisfied with the work. To make matters worse, food and drinks his attendants provided were also regularly left untouched in favor of his work.

Although many would prefer it, his wife had decided to not let him rot on the Executor. After all, she prefers him alive and well. It also is not helpful that the current chatter among the Imperial ranks was that Lord Vader despised her and would rather confine himself to his ship than be with his very pregnant wife.

On some occasions, one could say that it was indeed true. Vader was nothing but dedicated to his work, or the Dark Side if we're being honest. But for the most part, Vader is practically glued to her. If he could chain her to their bed, he would.

That being said, no one dared to disturb him on his ship. Vader's temper was infamously catastrophic, mercurial. He could go from calm and collected, to being the embodiment of chaos and destruction. To make matters worse, her third pregnancy is proving far more difficult than the other two. The pain borders on unbearable and she struggles to walk even short distances.

Walking through the doors of his private office aboard the ship, she searches it for her husband. The cold wave of air sends a chill down her spine, making her shiver. She clutches her fur shawl closer to her body, trying to keep warm. The sight of Vader standing and looking over his war table, greets her. He was surely ready to chew out whomever had bothered him, clearly engulfed in his work.

Turning around, Vader's anger dissipates. Seeing his wife slowly walking towards him, taking careful steps to ensure she wouldn't slip and injure herself or god forbid, her baby has that effect on him. Naturally, Vader wastes no time in slipping off his helmet and crossing the room to her. Instinctively, he holds out his arm for her to use as support and walks her over to the sofa. Vader adjusts the few cushions on the absurdly large and plush sofa to support her back and helps her sit.

“What are you doing here?” he all but yells, kneeling down in front of her to slip off her shoes. Setting her shoes aside, Vader massages her swollen feet.

“When ones’ husband does not return home to his wife for days in favor of a ship, people talk. Not to mention, the boys miss you as well.”

“A few things are taking longer than I expected. I planned on coming home yesterday.” he replies, eyes avoiding her. He opts to focus his vision on her feet and massaging out the knots.

“I know. Your schedule isn't exactly a secret to me.”

“Things don't always go as planned.”

“Well, rebels and incompetent Imperial officers will do that.” she replies nonchalantly.

“Did you walk all the way from the landing bay to here?”

“Yes. It's not a very short walk, you know.”

Vader's face grows darker with what she assumes is rage or frustration. She reaches out to grab his gloved hand and toy with his fingers.

“I know. The walk is not suitable for a woman who's heavily pregnant!” he replies sternly, clearly unhappy with her choice.

Standing up, he walks over to the side table and buzzes for an attendant. Seconds later, one rushes in, face riddled with anxiety and fear.

“Yes, Lord Vader?” her voice quivers slightly. Clearly frightened in anticipation of Vader's wrath.

He orders her to bring in a selection of drinks and food, barely acknowledging her presence.

The attendant looks somewhat relieved at his request, probably grateful he wasn't directing his wrath at her. Her eyes flicker over to Vader's wife briefly before she quickly steps out of the room.

Quietly, Vader rearranges the cushions in the couch again and gestures for his wife to lay down. Tired and uncomfortable, she happily obliges. Vader helps her lay down, adjusting things here and there to ensure her comfort.

He fusses like a mother hen, she muses to herself.

Sitting down beside her, his hand gently caresses her large bump, a comfortable silence washing over them.

Soon, he thought. Soon, they would be free from the Emperor's clutches. His sons wouldn't be forced to serve the Emperor as he had, his wife wouldn't have to keep birthing him children if she didn't want to. He would give her anything, she gave him a second chance of life when he squandered it.

The baby wastes no time and gives a rather hard kick to Vader's hand, earning a groan from his mother.

“Your son is not letting me sleep. He can't stop moving or kicking or tensing! Everything just hurts.” she angrily says.

Vader reaches out into the force, searching for his unborn son's signature. The boy was warm and his signature was pure, untainted. Vader soothes and calms him down, sensing how tense his wife truly was.

“Have you seen the doctors? Make sure there's nothing wrong with you or the baby.” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

“I have. The baby is just, I don't know, active? The doctors say he's active. Our boys weren't exactly easy pregnancies but I wasn't this uncomfortable with them.”

The squeaky wheels of a cart interrupts them, they both turn their heads to the attendant walking in. Pushing a metal cart that was filled with a few drinks and an assortment of snacks, the attendant asks if they would need anything else.

Vader dismisses the attendant and turns his attention back to his wife.

“Uncomfortable or painful? You need to be honest. I have seen you pregnant, I know you're in pain.” Vader says accusingly.

She doesn't reply. Instead, she opts to run her hands along his suit. Eventually inching up to his face where she runs her fingers across his jaw,his cheek and even his nose.

Vader leans into her, reveling in the contrast of her soft touch against his skin. The way she looked at him so reverently, as if he hung up the stars for her.

In all truth, he would. He wouldn’t even hesitate or question her. He would do anything she asked him to. He didn't deserve this kind of love. He didn't deserve this gentleness and patience. Not after what he's done. Yet, he lets her. He knows he shouldn't let her, but he does every time. She wants to give him all her love and care, yet he feels so desperately undeserving of it. He has tainted her, no matter how hard he tries to, he can't stop himself.

He can't stop himself when she begs him to take her to bed and make love to her or fuck her mindless. He can't stop himself when she's begging him to fill her womb with his seed and give her another baby. Not when she's brought his sons into the world. She has carried and birthed two of his children. Now, she's carrying his third and Vader can feel that she's weaker this time. He won't admit it, he can't admit it.

The dark side in him feeds off this worry, telling him that he will lose her. Telling him that he will lose her to childbirth and the child he put in her will bring her to her death. He condemned her to death the same way he did Padme.

“Stop.” her voice breaks him out of his trance.

She continues “You're spiraling out. You're here yet you're miles away and we can't have that.”

She looks over at the cart and turns to him. With a soft smile on her face she makes him an offer he can't resist.

“How about you eat with me,hmm? I don't have any appetite when I'm alone. Eating with you always helps.”

So, they eat together in silence. The spread of food had enough variety for her not to feel sick. Vader has no protests, as long as she eats. The baby is well-nourished and so is she. She wastes no time in eating her food, having a taste of everything. Vader remembers she is always hungry at this stage of pregnancy, for food and for him. He didn't mind.

Truth be told, he couldn't care if people thought he was pulling away from her. It couldn't be further from the truth. Vader was largely focused on her, his two sons and his unborn child. Everything he did was for them. His plans of betraying Palpatine is all for them. His wife's third pregnancy had thrown a wrench in his plans of overtaking Palpatine. Trying to move her somewhere in this state, he simply couldn't risk it. He didn't want her to be caught in the crossfire while pregnant, not when she is this vulnerable.

The stress could bring harm to both her and the baby. If anything happens to either of them, the dark side would surely dig its claws deeper into him.

Palpatine would also surely take the first chance at killing his pregnant wife if he retaliated. If this happens, the dark side will consume him completely, he thinks. He can't let his boys see that.

Vader also wants to be there for the birth. He wants to make sure she would live through it. Once she's safely given birth safely he prays, he'll have her and the children hidden. Hidden somewhere safe, somewhere protected where no one will be able to find them or hurt them.

Only then will he take on Palpatine. Only then will he destroy his wretched master. He will make Palpatine suffer for all he's taken away from him. Yet, Vader still hesitates. Would this be the right course of action?

Vader was a fool not to see Palpatine’s plans. He believed that Palpatine truly allowed him to have another wife as a reward for his work. In truth, Palpatine wanted his children for his sick and twisted plots. Vader felt his blood run cold and his stomach churn when Palpatine suggested his eldest son be trained in the ways of the dark side soon.

“Will you come home tonight? Perhaps even tuck them in?” Her voice is timid, almost as if she's testing the waters. She doesn't realize it, but her voice snaps him back to reality, grounding him to the world around him.

“Alright. We'll head home soon.” Vader leans in to kiss her, his kiss is passionate yet gentle.

His hand gently weaves itself into her hair and she has no qualms about it. Vader’s kiss tastes sweet, like the fruits he's eaten off the spread and somehow she adores him even more now. The smell of his armor is both comforting and arousing, making her head spin

Vader pushes her fur scarf off her body, exposing her cleavage to him. Laying down, Vader thinks she looks like an angel, a kriffing angel.

Hair tousled and skin warmed, her breasts on display for him. The look in her eyes is one of love and lust which has Vader feeling like a teenage boy with his cock tightening in his pants.

Luckily for him, she's wearing one of her breastfeeding dresses. Vader pulls her dress away from her chest, exposing her to him.

“Vader!” she exclaims loudly, hands swatting him away. “What?” he mischievously grins at her.

“Not here. What if someone enters?”

“I'd kill them” Vader replies nonchalantly.

Vader's tongue moves to toy with one of her nipples, earning a rather erotic groan from her. He gently sucks on her nipple while his hand toys with the other.

Her hand weaves itself into his soft, blonde curls, gripping and tugging it gently as she falls into the fit of pleasure.

Vader moves his attention to her neck, kissing and sucking, leaving red marks in his wake. The smell of her perfume and body oils drives him crazy. When he pulls away, the sight of her flushed face has him breathless and his cock hard.

Vader tugs his gloves off, setting them aside on the cart of food and drinks. Then, he gets between her legs and slowly shifts her skirt up to expose her soaking wet panties. Vader pulls her panties off, tossing them somewhere in the room.

Vader slides two fingers in and out of her, earning moans that any man would beg to hear.

“You smell so sweet and you're so wet. Is all this for me,hmm?” he teases her.

Dizzy from pleasure, she struggles to answer.

“Mmhm..Oh! Who else has me like this?”

“Should I fuck you right here? On this couch, where anyone can walk in,hmm?” he asks.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me, husband” she whines to him.

Satisfied with her answer, Vader leans down and his tongue fiddles with her clit while his fingers pump in and out of her. Her cunt tastes sweet just like her and within minutes, he has her bucking her hips and arching her back, moaning while she grows closer to her climax.

When she does, her body trembles and she tries to close her legs as he continues to suck on her clit and finger her. His fingers move with a come hither motion making her squeal. Her body is always so sensitive when pregnant. Vader loved to see how many times he could make her cum all over him before she couldn't take anymore.

“Ohh, Vader! Vader!” she moans.

Vader continues until she comes undone a second time, her walls clamping down on his finger so tightly he could barely them. Her thighs shake as he sucks harder on her clit and she tries to squirm away from him.

Her thighs wrap around his head and Vader thinks that he could stay there forever. Vader pulls his fingers out of her and his mouth dives right into her pussy, lapping up all her juices.

His wife tries to push him away, clearly it was too much for her. Vader grips her thighs tightly, preventing her from moving away.

Then, he adjusts her on the couch. He helps her get on her knees and positions her so her belly is supported by the couch cushions. Her hands grip the back of the couch for support, preparing to take Vader. Taking her in a back shot position is one of his favorites.

Vader discards his codpiece in record time and unzips himself to free his hard cock. Vader lines his cock up to her and thrusts himself in, her pussy was so wet, it was barely resisting him. He groan loudly as his cock sinks into her warm and wet pussy.

Vader thrusts himself in and out of her, the sounds of their skin slapping only spurring them on. His head moves to the side of her neck, breathing in her scent as one of his hands wraps around her neck gently.

Her moans and pants are music to his ears, he knows she adores it when he's like this. He thrusts into her slow and deep, shifting the angle of his hips to hit the right spots. It takes him all of his control not to fuck the living daylights out of her.

Vader grunts out between his thrusts “You feel so good around me,wife. My wife, the mother of my children, takes my cock so well. Even when you're this pregnant, you still spoil me.”

The hand on her throat moves to clutch her belly. His other hand moves down her swollen belly and to toy with her clit, making her moan loudly.

Vader's thrusts speed up slightly as he rubs her clit, “How long will it take for you to cum this time? You look so good falling apart for me, my darling wife”.

Vader continues his thrusts and the hand on her clit doesn't stop until she comes undone. When she cums, Vader continues to move his cock in and out of her, making her moan and whimper louder. Her walls grip him so tight, it has him grunting as he tries to thrust.

“Vader, Vader, Vader! It's too much! Can't take it, hmmph!” she whimpers.

“I haven't finished yet, my pretty wife. I'm going to fill you up with my cum.” Vader whispers in her ear.

His thrusts now pick up speed as he chases his climax and his fingers on her clit expertly help her get closer to her fourth orgasm as well. Her moans and his grunts fill the room, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echo loudly.

“You're so tight! Too much,hmm? My poor wife can't handle my cock!” He grunts in her ear.

He's close. He's so close and so is he. He ruts into her wildly as he feels her fourth orgasm nearing. She orgasms again, legs shaking as she tries to hold on until he shoots his load deep inside her. She's seeing stars trying not to faint from how good this feels.

“I'm going to cum! Take it, take it” he yells as he shoots his cum inside her. The feeling of being so full of him and his cum has her so dizzy. Her entire body shakes and she's panting as Vader slowly finishes his thrusts.

Vader pulls out of her and the stimulation has her whimpering. His cum drips out of her and onto her thighs and the couch.

Then, he helps her limp body to lay down on the couch. He's careful to lay enough cushions to support her as he lays there satiated and panting. Cleaning himself up, he zips up his pants and places his codpiece back on.

Taking a few tissues, he wipes down the mess he's made between her legs. The contact has her moving away, clearly overstimulated.Then, he helps to adjust her dress and cover her breasts.

“Was that too much, hmm?” Vader asks as he brushes her hair out of her face.

She shakes her head. “It was good. Just what I needed. Though, I don't think I can walk home after this.” she says to him.

Vader leans down to give her a kiss on the cheek before handing her a glass of water with a straw from the cart.“You don't have to. I'll carry you.”

She drinks it under his watchful eye. “I'm doing alright today. The baby is active but the pain isn't too bad. Nothing more than usual. You need not worry, husband.” She says to him.

Vader doesn't answer, merely standing up to grab his helmet and putting it on. He walks over to her and grabs the glass to put it aside.

He picks her up and carries her all the way back to her little ship in the landing bay. Ignoring the eyes of the Imperial officers and stormtroopers, she lays her head on him despite his hard armor poking her head.

By the time they reach her ship, she's fast asleep. Only waking when he straps her into one of the seats. He starts the ship and flies it out the Executor's landing bay down to Coruscant.

Once home, Vader helps her pump her milk since she missed a feeding to go fetch him on his ship. Then,he helps his very sleepy wife freshen up for the night and change into something comfortable for the night. He made sure to rub some ointments on her to soothe her aches and help her sleep.

After he tucks her into bed, he unlatches his helmet and looks out into the nighttime skyline of Coruscant. Bustling with lights and music, filled with party-goers and dwellers from all parts of the galaxy. He turns to look at his wife, sound asleep in his bed looking like an angel. A kriffing angel.

Shedding his armor, Vader heads into the shower. Relieved to wash the day away and calm down, he stands under the warm water for a while. All was well for now. His wife was sound asleep in their bed, his kids were too probably.

Finishing his shower, he gets dressed and heads to his sons’ rooms. Their rooms weren't far, just across from his and his wife's. Close enough for him to get to them if anything were to happen. Nothing would, not under his watch.

He quietly slips into his eldest's room first. The five-year old boy lays sprawling on his bed, blonde curls poking about wildly. His blanket was at the edge of the bed, almost kicked off by the aggressive sleeper that was his son. His son was the most deep sleeper he's seen. An earthquake could happen and the boy would still sleep.

Vader readjusts the boy so he lays properly on his pillow and he slides the blanket back on. He checks the monitor and gives his son a kiss on the forehead before leaving to check on his youngest.

His youngest is now 14 months old. A joyful thing, really. He's always smiling and laughing, following his older brother around.

Vader peers into the boy’s crib to see him clutching his toy purrgil tightly. Vader gives him a kiss and checks the monitor as well before heading to his home office.

Sitting in his chair, he stares at the holo screens in front of him. Now or never, he thinks. He has to put his plans into place if wants to beat Palpatine soon.

He can't hesitate. He has to be sure. Hesitation will get him and his family killed.

His gaze moves to the little clay sculpture of him he has on his desk. It was one his five year old son made for him at school.

He won't hesitate.

Darth Vader does not hesitate.

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hanasnx · 11 months

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❝𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥❞

darth vader x fem!reader

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summary: an officer of your starship becomes wise to you and your lover’s game. seeking the truth, he follows you and lord vader, catching you in the dirty act.

MINORS DNI 18+

character(s): darth vader, officer cordon (oc)

word count: 2k

warnings: established relationship, explicit sex but not as long/detailed as i usually do, lowkey dom vader, exhibitionism but it’s not grossly detailed just someone sneaking on you and vader but he doesn’t see any sex parts, size difference, a really gross show of power, toxic reader and toxic vader, murder

Officer Cordon had been stationed on this Star Destroyer for months. It was an honor to work under Lord Vader, and so Cordon had been pleased to be chosen for this duty. The Sith Lord was not to be trifled with, and Cordon did not take the affairs of his superior lightly. His admiration for his battle strategies made Vader a role model, regardless of his harsh demeanor towards anyone unworthy.

Cordon respected him, and feared him, and whenever he was lucky enough to share a room with Darth Vader, his eyes were on him solely. To study his movements, his commands… Cordon couldn’t look away. As a moth drawn to flame, he was mesmerized and desired to serve the Sith in any way he could.

However, those feelings muddied in time. Confusion took root as he observed the Enforcer of the Galaxy. A woman, you, trailed alongside Vader more often than not. A position Cordon yearned to be. It drove him to glue his watchful eyes to the pair of you. His dedication revealed more than he thought there to be.

Subtlety has never been Vader’s strong suit. Cordon learned that when he had walked into a room and unexpectedly met the view of the Sith Lord brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. Going unnoticed, Cordon slinked into the shadows, and saw the two of you leave together. This newfound discovery fueled his fire, curiosity gripped him to uncover exactly what you were to Lord Vader. You couldn’t be a mere recorder if such a merciless monster touched you so tenderly.

Following you closely, Cordon was privy to information he never would’ve come across without spying. He felt so clueless he hadn’t seen it before. Was everyone on this ship aware of it but him? Did they choose not to say something out of fear? It was unprofessional for a superior such as Lord Vader to display favoritism to a lowly recorder— if that even was your job.

Cordon witnessed how Vader pinched your chin to guide you look at him. Your countenance and body language conveyed defiance. Shying away from him, acting as though he was not in charge of you. Yet instead of striking you down or casting you out, Vader merely directed your movements and you hesitantly relinquished control to him. This was not the Darth Vader that Officer Cordon pedestalized.

Yet again, the Sith reminded Cordon how human he was and how he brandished it when you were involved. A marginal incline of the black helmet, and the Officer could’ve sworn he was… checking out your ass as you strode in front of him? It was sickening to see. A lump formed in Cordon’s throat to view such a shameless example of Vader’s preference towards you. As if to confirm his suspicions, he noted how you glanced over your shoulder at the sith as if to ensure he was watching you flaunt your womanly wiles. Cordon couldn’t bear this, and the guilt weighed on him for leaving this unreported.

One of the worst and most blatant disregards for protocol leading up to the incident was when Cordon had seen the two of you sneak off, and when he’d caught up from a safe distance, you were pressed up against the wall in a narrow corridor, and hooked your hand into Vader’s belt, tugging him over to you, pressing him to you. Caged within his heavy arms and veiled by his cape, you bit your lip suggestively, gazing up at him through your thick lashes and bright, doe eyes. It made Cordon sick. Was it you that had the Dark Lord under some sort of spell? Did their great leader fall victim to your siren’s song? Who sent you?

A single finger of Lord Vader’s traced the cut of your jaw, and brushed over your lips, flicking the lower one so it’d bob back up. Cordon strained his ears, able to understand only a fraction of what he was saying to you. “Shall I put that naughty mouth to use, little one?”

Cordon’s jaw dropped, and he escaped before he was detected.

His ignorance of the situation had faded, he was determined to know all he could. What was the true nature of the relationship? And to what extent did it stretch? Who else was cognizant of this tragedy? Surely not the Emperor.

A certain excitement bloomed in Cordon’s chest at the notion he’d be the one to reveal this valuable discovery to the Emperor. The reward would be so sweet. Perhaps, the Emperor would be so pleased he’d promote Cordon to replace Lord Vader. The model he’d coveted the most would work underneath him if he were not killed for this offense. It was so delicious, Cordon had to contain himself from spilling it to his cherished leader immediately. In order to be believed, a professional detective would have proof. So that is what Cordon set his sights on.

The officer kept his distance, following the route you and Lord Vader set. It aided him in his deduction of where the two of you most frequently rendezvoused. His avid snooping granted him the ability to plan his method.

You challenged your lover, tugging him along by his arm. “You’ve been neglecting me, handsome,” Dazzling as your smile was, Vader kept his gaze forward.

“Hardly. I’ve never met someone so insatiable.” he responded, and you recognized his playful tone.

When you looked at him, his mask inclined toward you as if he casted you a side glance, “I have.” you replied, and tongued the corner of your cheek. He scoffed at the implication you meant him. Strongly, he led you to a lockable room. The familiarity of the situation had butterflies erupting in your stomach. As he’s done a thousand times before, he pulled you in front of him, pressing your back to a holo-table by your hips. This was his personal command center, used for battle strategies, mapping, and occasionally love making. You hopped up obediently with his aid.

“Shall I satisfy your needs once more, my love? I promise this time I’ll not stop ‘til you beg for it.” his words were decisive, and it shot straight through you to your core. You nodded enthusiastically. “Happy to get what you want?”

“Always.”

“Spoiled,”

“As I should be.” you said and he hummed in affirmation as his hands wandered you. You could feel his metal through his gloves, squeezing your hips and rounding to your waist, arching you into him. You braced against him on his lumbering shoulders, and symbolically you pressed a kiss to his mouth piece. Curtly, he directed you down, lying on your back onto the holotable, your hair splaying out like a halo. A perfect fallen angel.

Vader’s eyes trailed down your bodice, tightly wrapped up in clothes he would not yet peel off of you. Your gaze trained on him, as his hands ambled, squeezing and kneading as he went. As naughty as you were, he couldn’t say no to you when you yearned for him so obviously. Your body called to him like a lighthouse in a storm, no matter how much you denied it, his force sensitivity made him aware of your attachment to him. His fingertips left a trail of fire in their wake, anticipation building in your belly being privy to their destination.

Cordon could hear it all. See it all. The contortions of disgust on his face rarely shifted, frozen in place from this putrid revelation. Nevertheless, he waited. He waited for his moment to strike. He peeked around the corner. Saw how you were on your back, and how only your head was visible to him because of the dark figure in front of you and his shrouding cape.

Darth Vader handled your waist and hips, generously exploring territory he’s laid claim to a thousand times. You jutted your chin, “Get on with it, killer.”

You stared up at him with stars in your eyes as he massaged your thigh, adhering your suggestion but taking his time, reminding you to be patient. It was exceptionally difficult, and your fingers clutched onto the cloth of his tunic, guiding him closer, silent in asking him to maintain proximity. To touch you, to let you feel his daunting presence. Your Lord Vader was so much larger than you, towering over the table where you lay. His broad hands roamed the expanse of your stomach and trailing down to the heat between your legs, glossing over your clothed sex.

Out of sensitivity, you chased his touch, lifting your hips with a sigh through your perfect lips. Lips that Vader longed to capture, but was reduced to running the pads of his fingers over, toying with the flesh. Coyly, you kissed the tip of it, and when he idled out of curiosity, you seized a step further. You took the finger into your mouth, the leather scraping against your tongue as you sink the length of his digit in to suck on it. Fascinated by your odd behavior— licking on a fabric of all things— he remained, bobbing the single item in and out of your pillowy lips, until he invited another in, now two that played with your tongue. He observed how mischievous you were, and exited your mouth only to scoop you up in his strong arms.

“What—? Hey!” you squealed in delight, your fun interrupted as he harshly propped you between his rigid body and the wall.

“I cannot wait any longer.” he breathed. His contradicting words worsen your smile, cocky at the fact he had begun this to take it slow, and now you felt his hardened member against your inner thigh.

You helped in maneuvering, sliding your nimble hands exactly where they needed to be. Disengaging his codpiece, and tugging your pants out of the way, his swollen head eagerly thumbing your entrance. “Now, it’ll be a little tight right now, since we skipped— oh,” The bulb of him inched in, the pleasurous sting of being stretched stealing the breath from your lungs. If a quickie was what he wanted, you were not complaining.

With each roll of his hips, he rooted further and further in, and your silken walls clenched around him, earning you his heartened grunts. You were wet but not enough for his substantial member. There was no way he could fit.

“My lord,” you spoke through a hiss, your cervix uncomfortably brushed. “hold on, I’m too ti—“ In the middle of asking for some more foreplay, you nearly jumped out of your skin at an entire person appearing out of thin air. You clutched onto the Sith by his shoulders out of surprise.

“Ah-ha!” Cordon, who could not take this abuse for a second more, leapt from his hiding spot, turning both the heads of you and the Enforcer buried inside you. “Tsk, tsk, Lord Vader. I expected more from you.” The high-and-mighty attitude Cordon adopted was unappreciated you and your lover were now halted mid-fuck. Your opposer plucked his datapad from its holster on his belt, and the surreality of it all continued to shock you into silence. “I’ll have to report you to the Emperor you understand, this is highly irregular—“

A sickening snap caused you to yelp and cover your mouth, Cordon’s lifeless body crumpling to the ground pathetically.

Your mouth did not close, unable to process what just happened. Your claws dug into Vader’s shoulder, and his hand lowered, having finished its job of ridding the mouthy uniform and the threat to his position.

Finally, it registered, and without a second thought your fist banged into the side of his arm. “Why did you do that?” you scolded, a frown to your brows that your lover simply cannot resist. His hips begin to roll, returning to the pace he’d set before, and like his personal concubine you relax being pacified. He’d felt the way your sex drooled around him in response to his wrathful show of strength. The unfair trial and execution of someone lesser, someone beneath him. A bystander to his power.

“Why did you like it?” he purred.

Able to fit entirely inside now, he seized the opportunity, increasing his thrusts so you can’t think let alone interject. You whined as he used you to work out his frustrations, a suspicious lack of protest as a corpse lays a stone’s throw away.

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kaylin-lmfao · 7 months

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just thinking about period sex with ani. he’s so tired after work, but all he wants to do is fuck your tight cunt, make you and himself feel good. so when you tell him no, he literally almost cried. “why not?” he practically whines. you tell him you’re on your period, that the cramps are killing you. but ani just keeps pushing, trying to persuade you and convince you. and he’s pretty damn good at it too. and when a new, fresh, incredibly painful wave of cramps hit, you finally cave and agree. so ani finally, finally slides inside you. every time he pulls out and he sees a mix of blood and cum coating his cock, he almost fills you up right there. during period sex with ani, he lets out the most BEAUTIFUL noises in existence. in the end, his cock soothes your cramps and every time you get your period in the future, ani’s there to make it feel all better.

#anakin #anakin fanfiction #anakin smut #unburnt vader smut #suitless vader smut #darth vader smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker #star wars anakin #anakin x reader #hayden christensen

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kowaiitenshii · 8 months

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Sunkiller Lullaby Part Four

Pairing: Darth Vader X Reader

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

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

Words: 6.4k

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

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

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

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

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

Yet, you can’t help but correct him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You must be quite shaken.” He asserts.

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

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

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

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

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

Calm down. You tell yourself.

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

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

Sure you can.

You have to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake your head, clearing your throat softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you do, in the least conspicuous way possible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He can’t be serious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But things are different now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could all of it really just be a dream?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will you let me?

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

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

Let go of your past, girl.

The past is not your reality.

What was is gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the question never comes.

You almost wish it did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he refused to back down now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug and nod, smiling lightly at the droid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None, Milady.” the droid replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That with the Force, came the promise of power.

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

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

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

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

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

“Close your eyes.” Lord Vader commands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All the while, Lord Vader watches with bated breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come back to me.

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

Come back to me.

The void calls again.

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

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

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

Come back.

Come to me.

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

Come back.

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

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

It almost feels… nice.

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

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

For that, you are thankful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rest now, there is much to plan.”

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Yandere Emperor Darth Vader x Reader Part 1

Suitless Vader, Vader uncrispy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mornin’ kiddo.”

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

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

“Hi Bane. Usual?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded but still didn't say anything.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Not what I normally get but still good.”

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

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

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

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

He gave me a nod in greeting.

“Kiddo’.”

I nodded back.

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

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

“Any preference?”

He pointed at the whisky.

“Straight.”

I nodded turn to finish up his order.

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

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

“Empires getting’ ballsy.”

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

“Oh?”

He nodded again, swallowing some nuna.

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

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

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

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

He rolled his red eyes at my antics.

“No chance.”

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

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

He looked up at me again,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that an actual compliment Mr. Bane?”

He rolled his eyes again and handed me some credits.

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

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

“I don't have anywhere else to be.”

And with that he left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mornin’ Anthony.”

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

“Whats wro-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need to leave. NOW.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MUM, DAD!!!”

“(Y/N)?!”

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

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

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

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

“H-he is he-here.”

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

“Who, sweetheart, who?”

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

“The Emperor.”

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

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

“The Empire Is here.”

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

“We need to leave.”

Dad started to run around grabbing things we might need.

“How, with what ship?”

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

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

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

“Well we have to try something!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Name.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, (Y/N).”

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

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

“Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How much?”

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

“M-my lord?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dex... Dex no.”

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dads eyes widened, even more scared now.

“No, no plea-.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You had your chance.”

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

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

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

And with that everything went black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My voice was shaky from my tears but still clear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'What's happening to me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please... stop."

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

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

"Stop."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop."

"What do you mean, little one?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry."

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

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

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

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

To my surprise she shakes her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hungry, little one?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No- no let me go."

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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xstarkillerx · 1 year

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The Gentle Wrath of Unburned Vader

Warning for: dubcon/noncon, manipulative language

"I could never punish you like I do the others... you always think that my love, will always outweigh my anger."

You are captured after trying to escape the Alzamec of Winsit, the sith cult on Mustafar that Worships Lord Darth Vader. Vader makes sure you know how much it hurts him to punish you.

This audio definitely feels like unburned Vader playing favourits in the worst way. I love this audio so much I wanted to post the full 25 minutes instead of just a segment, especially because it's more narrative based. I unfourtunately with tumblr's video limits I had to settle with just linking the original post. But yeah, love Vader, love unburned vader, love this audio a bunch.great sound design too.

Tag list // masterlist

@hanasnx

#unburnt vader #darth vader nsft #darth vader smut #anakin smut #anakin nsft #darth vader x reader #anakin x reader #star wars smut

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phoeebsbuffay · 1 year

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Imagine you were Anakin’s first love and he was yours. You loved him deeply and had so much to tell him, but life always got in the way. Eventually years separated you, though, until the moment fate plays a trick on you in an unexpected reunion and he is not the man you once knew.

Warnings: light smut, unburnt Vader, angst, DRAMA. No twins in this universe…yet.

Warnings 2: fluffy ending bc that’s how I roll.

Warnings 3: sorry for the lack of new stories, been suffering with writer’s block.

Recommendations: “Could It Be Any Harder?” , “For You” and “Your Hope” by “The Calling”.

***

Intro: Padawan days.

You were going through a difficult moment in your life. Being the Padawan of Master Y/C often required you abilities that you struggled to master. In your worse days, you envied your long time friend Anakin Skywalker for how easy he made things.

And that day was one of those. You were snorted at, scoffed by Master Y/C for letting emotions placate you again. When Anakin went after you, having just recently returned from his last trainings before his trials, he found you about to burst in tears in the secret spot you two shared whenever something upset you.

“Hey, Y/Nickname”, he was startled at seeing you like this. Often cheerful and confidant, rarely did you not mask your insecurities to him. “What’s wrong with you?”

Your eyes went wide when you were discovered. Usually the type of “suffering alone”, you’d quick try to conceal your sentiments. But Anakin knew you well enough to guess your next moves, so he stepped forward and took your hands into his, clasping them together.

“Don’t. Don’t run away from me. You think I don’t see how you keep your issues to yourself? Don’t drown them, it only harms you.” And then he softened as he pushed you into him. “Please talk to me.”

And that was how you clanged unto him as you burst into tears. Anakin embraced you, arms protectively wrapped around your small frame. As you rested your head against his chest, he felt your pain, your angst, your frustrations. Sentiment that, whether he cared to admit or not, mirrored his own, specially after he found out what happened to his mother—and you were there to console him, fighting his fears and wiping away his tears.

“Is Master Y/C being hard on you again? I swear I will punch his face next time I see him.”

At which you chuckled lightly.

“Don’t do that”, you told him, though your voice was muffled by the cloth of his Jedi robes against which your face remained buried. “You know violence is not the Jedi way.”

Anakin gently lifted your face so you’d meet his loving gaze searching for yours.

“Not even to defend you, little one?”

You smiled and he too, specially when seeing the heat that painted your cheeks pink.

“Ani…”

There was so much to be said and he could read well into you. His hands reluctantly let go of yours only to cup your face. You started leaning right into him when…

“Anakin!”

You both heard Obi-Wan Kenobi calling for him. You sighed heavily and so did Anakin.

“You should go”, you told him, despite a bad feeling rising suddenly into your heart.

Anakin continued to touch your face, fingers running to your hair before resting on your shoulders, so he pulled you for another embrace.

“He can wait.”

“Anakin, if he finds out where you’d been, he will be displeased.” You realized what you said and your face reddened again. “I mean. Though we are friends, Master Kenobi might not look well into this…”

“Friendship, eh?” When he parted from you, you were baffled to see a hurt behind his eyes. “Am I just a friend for you, Y/N?”

You sighed frantically, detesting how bad you were with words. Both of you heard Obi-Wan’s mutterings, not too far from where you’d been.

“You know I love you”, you felt yourself burning but an instinct, so strange to you, compelled you to speak out your heart’s desires. “Should I make it more obvious?”

But before Anakin could respond, Obi-Wan found the two of you.

“Ah there you are!” He breathed relieved. Clearly the spot was no more secretive. “Greetings miss Y/N. I believe your master has been looking for you… Now, Anakin.”

And that was how it was. Anakin did not look at you and neither did you. You already felt the weight on your shoulders when you left. Had you turned your head, you’d see Anakin’s blue irises painfully staring at you, wishing you’d know he loved you, wishing you’d not go.

Don’t fade away, Y/N.

But that was the last time you saw each other ever again.

***

Nowadays.

Your POV.

For some reason your instinct forces you to go into hiding. You try to contact your former master with no success, you attempt to reach out for your fellow Jedis—specially Anakin, although since you’ve heard he espoused Senator Padmé Amidala, you and him barely met again.

He would laugh cynically at me for contacting him after all these years, but despair times demand despair measures.

He is also gone. It is when it comes to your knowledge that the Order Jedi is no more. It fell. The Order 66 knocked down every Jedi after the knighthood was condemned for treason. Republic fell too.

Now, like a fugitive, you live in the dark. Solitude is your best defense: you think best not too look for other Jedis so neither would risk being exposed to the Empire.

What resistance can we offer when we are outnumbered?

In truth, you’d been more like a ghost of yourself since before the fall of Republic, and not rarely your master would place the fault in his harsh trainings for earning you the nickname of Phantom. You took a little too far the avoidance of forming bonds, you were emotionally distant and you often preferred your own company.

Once the old Grand Master Yoda told you:

“Perceived to few your shadows are. Tricky to your Force they can be if carelessness is the path you choose. Mindful, Jedi, must you be.”

Words that still cut you to the core of your heart. At times you know you flirt deliberately with darkness, but when it summons you, you resist. Could a broken heart have damaged you so?

Such are the thoughts that bend you to yourself, making you cry to sleep, being the cause of your daily anxieties before night gives way to rise. You are now living into the depths of the planet Y/C, trying to keep yourself a dust in the old books of history, a memory that few would recollect.

However, trouble does not take long before finding you. Somehow the region where you are is involved in a deadly prosecution of these Jedi-hunters known as Inquisitors. And worse is that, the very day you decide to go to market and try to live a normal life, your undercover is no more.

“Oh shit.”

That is when the chase begins. Because there are two of them, they split and one runs after you. You can sense the Inquisitor—an individual with red eyes and predatory behavior—is about to blast you. Your instinct is quick in movement and by making use of your saber, you expose yourself via your signature. Your silver hair drops from the hood in a long braid and you smirk as you begin to fight amongst witnesses in leather clothes.

“I thought the Jedis are dead!”

“Not sure if I am a Jedi”, you reply one of the curious. “But I might die as one.”

***

Vader’s POV.

How he breathes in the cold air sounds mechanical to a man who, although a survival for what happened in Mustafar, feels is more inclined to a machine than anything.

Tangled in a dark web woven by his doings, he who was once praised as the chosen one is something so much more than that. Or perhaps not as great as he himself thought to perceive.

Drowning in the waters of self hatred, haunted by ghosts who never left the path of blood his saber forged, this Sith Lord finds to lose the grasp of an unending self suffocating—didn’t he tell Obi-Wan Kenobi that there is no more Anakin Skywalker?—when the Force shows him the vision of a woman whom his heart never truly blacked out.

His eyes go wide before a mix of visions that blurry his understanding. At first there is the young you crying yourself to sleep.

“The pressures Master Y/C put you through…” Vader speaks with despise and anger boils in the core of his heart, remembering he was there to console you.

It changes to you and him, fooling around. Pranks here, pranks there, laughters that make almost unbearable for him to hear. Specially because he senses of what comes next.

The goodbye. I could never tell her I loved her too. Damn it. Why didn’t you come back to me, Y/N?

Vader watches as the day one last tear rolls in your y/c eyes, the moment you find out he is married. Then comes the Clonic Wars—a reminder of his growing frustration because he could never reach out for you. Vader remembers the sleepless nights, thinking about you, wondering where you were, what you were doing, whether you got hurt. But then other matters came and…

And it matters little to remember his conflict with Obi-Wan the moment he sees you, now a grown woman, becoming a fugitive. When the Order 66 executed your friends, the family you’ve known. Vader, as much as he tries to, cannot dissociate from the vision.

The Force makes him watch your tormented, lonely nights. The fighting for survival. The ghost you’ve become…

Now I see why they called you Phantom.

And now… in the present, where could you possibly be?

It is when his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an opening door. The metallic noise barely scratched and Vader turns his head abruptly only to see how badly injured you look.

You did put them a fight.

It only angers the Sith Lord. Vader yells something about bringing you unharmed. So long these two inquisitors barely leave alive and yet you survive his burst of anger.

I never stopped loving you, Y/N.

Is it too late to notice it, though?

***

Your POV.

When you open your eyes, regaining the lost conscience never felt so difficult as it is now. You struggle to breathe, your lungs are burning and you feel as if you are about to suffocate. Air is thin and inhaling it aches.

Yet, here you are. There is darkness around you, and it confuses your brain once you find yourself unable to identify where you are now.

“Y/N”, a husky voice startles you.

As a survivor of countless expositions to trauma events, you scream and jump to the point you roll out of bed and fall on the ground. It hurts, waking the pain there is in your body, every bruise that is like a super cut of you.

For you disassociated from yourself long time ago.

So you try to flee, but the Force prevents you to. You could fight if you like, but somehow…feels good being pulled. As if darkness is seducing you.

However, the moment you see a masked man dressed in black leather, you are breathless.

It feels as if I am standing before the face of death.

“Y/N”, he tells you, your name barely leaving his greeted teeth. You can’t see him, you can barely identify him, but the moment he pulls you closer, the one time his gloved fingers touch your shoulders, you know who he is.

“A-Anakin?” Your voice betrays you. And then suddenly there is light. But it matters little where you are. “Anakin, is that you? What have you become?”

The masked man clenches his jaw and you feel his grip around you tightening. You don’t need much to understand what had led him to his downfall.

It is as if I stare a waterfall. I try to swim against the river and yet the magnitude of how it flows leads me to the eventual catastrophe.

Could it be avoided, though?

“Are you well? Are you all right?”

You see through it. You just do. And you break from his tight grasp only to involve him in your arms. He is taken aback, unsure how to respond to this unexpected gesture.

“I am. All the better because you are here.”

This simply changes everything, does it not?

***

Vader’s POV.

He holds his breath. Static as he is, this Sith Lord is emptied into himself, stuck in a void where the evil within is frozen all the whilst the good that remains struggles to get to the surface. The emptiness only lasts momentarily, though.

If love is a sin, he is a sinner. Vader holds to it as he finally puts away the mask. He watches as you react in perplexity when realizing he is the man you once knew. Not that you expected differently, but Vader understands you did come to think he was more a machine than man.

However, when your hands move to his face, your warmth providing a contrast to his cold features, humanity comes outward, woven in a complexity of characteristics that neither could acknowledge it, less so to name them.

“You should have not left… Phantom”, there is despise in the form his tongue carries out the sobriquet attributed to you before the fall of Republic, but there is also pain in how he pronounces it.

The same pain that paints the y/c irises of yours.

“What option did I have?” And he never before felt cold when you drop your hands and stand one step behind, eyeing him with furrow brows. “You chose her. I would never stand in the way for your happiness.”

“I only chose her because you left me”, Vader growls under his breath.

You look pale and for a moment he is concerned you might weaken again. He steps forward in order to short the distance between you two. Vader wraps his hands around your neck as he draws you closer to him.

“What?” It’s all you say.

Vader studies you. He can hear the amount of mess that are much like screams in endless echos . Despair could have turned you into a mad woman, but in truth it is more a mechanism of surviving.

“You heard me well”, he responds, gentler this time. His gloved hands begin to caress your hair, untying it, eyes transfixed in the mess that your curls drop to your waist. Longer than once was, he observes.

“Anakin…”

The one hand that remains around your neck ties the trip to it, but not hard enough so you suffocate.

“It’s Vader, dear one”, he reminds you.

You close your eyes, too tired to ask questions. Curiously enough, his mere presence awakes that part of your heart that has always ached for him. Living in the shadows is not good for you.

Vader’s lips twitch in a small, sly smirk when capturing these thoughts. He reads you well. The dynamics between the two of you haven’t really changed.

“This is who I really am now”, he adds, eyeing the shade of silver that colors your hair. Almost an angel, an elf that looks too divine to grasp. Yet, to break through the sacred your Jedi aura gives away, Vader intends to corrupt you by taking what has always been his by right: your heart.

And he does so by kissing your lips.

***

Your POV.

You still struggle to the new routine your life is. Following Vader everywhere he goes, you, however, resist the dark impulses he tempts you.

“Am I your prisoner? Someone you can toy with?”, you are not afraid of speaking your mind to him.

You don’t fear him. Your boldness is, in fact, the trait he’s always admired in you, perhaps playing a part in those days where he encouraged you in developing it.

Vader’s features struggle against amusement as you snort at him, frustrated for being unable to leave the room. The harder you tried, the blocked you were. Eventually, he turns his head at you and moves to where you are.

“If you believed it to be true, would you be alive to come to these terms? You resist it because you miss your liberty, but in truth haven’t you been slaved to fear and seclusion?” It is only when you stop before him that he takes your face in his hands and his old self emerges to say: “You know I cannot and will not say goodbye to you. Not anymore. This is not a mistake I intend to do again.”

“In truth, Ani”, your voice breaks in a whisper, resting your head against his, eyes closed. “I am scared. I fear the abandonment and the problem is…What if you leave me to die?”

“All this power I have in me will not set us apart. Haven’t I showed you…”

He is bewildered when you shush his words, kissing his lips fervently. If there was reluctance in being with him, in joining his side, this dissipates. You let darkness flows in you, but only because you finally realize it’s always been there—it is part of who you are. Like the sun who needs the moon, your light needs darkness.

And Vader feels your balance when his lips are pressed against yours. It’s delightfully tempting, one of the kind he cannot—and will not—resist.

“Be mine”, you urge him desperately as your hands do not content themselves with playing with his curly hair or stroking his face, but demove him off his robes.

Vader smirks as you scoff underneath your breath before he pins you against the wall and forces you to look at him when he is now shirtless.

“Are you mine?”, he wraps one hand around your neck again and he is aroused by how you lean into it, enjoying to submit to him. “Uh? Say it, Y/N!”

You gasp for air before saying:

“I am yours. As long as you are mine.”

How earnest is to devour each other’s souls when emerging the fleshes into a deeper bond once clothed are tossed aside. There is nothing—no light, no dark; no Jedi, no Sith—to stand between the two of you as he kisses your exposed neck, hands now moving up and down your back, with his fingertips digging into your skin as he leaves traces of bruises all over your neck to your shoulders.

Famine for his affection, you are fed with his devotion. Vader wants you and greedy is his touch when pursuing you. He feels the weight of it pulsing against the leather, but your hands are soon there and to his surprise, you are quick to take a sweet hold of it.

Somewhere in between, your eyes are locked in one flaming gaze, though filled with the deep, intense affection one feels for the other.

And it was right there as he lifts your legs to be wrapped in between, ready to slide inside you, you hear of his voice the desperation that once broke you in the past:

“I love you, Y/N.”

And by saying so, he kisses you tenderly. And you correspond happily.

#Star Wars #star wars imagine #imagine Star Wars #Anakin Skywalker #Darth Vader #unburnt Vader #Anakin Skywalker smut #Darth Vader smut #Anakin Skywalker x you #Anakin Skywalker x female reader #Anakin Skywalker x y/n #Darth Vader x reader #Darth Vader x female reader #Darth Vader x you #Darth Vader x y/n #the calling #I lost my inspiration in somewhere along the lines #sorry :(

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talkfastwalkfaster · 16 days

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if you were married to vader he would call you 'my beauty'

#natspeaks #⋆vader⋆#darth vader #anakin skywalker #darth vader x reader #does not matter if he was burnt/unburnt #he would call you it regardless

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missmimieux · 2 years

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“you are more than you know” CH. 5

A/N: I couldn’t wait to start writing this chapter so, I didn’t. This is my favorite chapter so far and I hope you all like how the story is progressing!

Side note: I probably should’ve categorized this as a dark/possessive! Ani fic. My bad :/. But yeah, if dark! characters are not your thing, i wouldn’t read this.

Summary: Reader grows increasingly wary of her force bond with her master. Mando tries to help her escape her past, and it definitely doesn’t go to plan.

Pairing: Darth Vader x f! Reader, Mando x f! Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, dark!ani, choking, drowning, threats, mentions of murder and dying, dom/sub undertones, crying, swimming, hand holding, manipulation, almost passing out.

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The hazy sun started to set on Corvus and the Mandalorian had retired to his quarters for some well deserved rest. You both planned on figuring out your course of action the next day. As you laid on the hard metal, with a thermal blanket wedged in between your back and the floor, you found it nearly impossible to sleep. Your mind was racing as you replayed every moment with Anakin over and over in your head, with a new perspective. After a few restless hours the sun creeped on to the horizon ahead. You decided to sit by the little pond outside the ship to get some fresh air. The crunch of branches and debris echoed around you as you made your way to a tree stump by the pond. You rested your head on your hand as you watched the little ripples float by. You thought about the last time you had gone swimming, and honestly you couldn’t remember. You forgot what the cold rush of natural water felt like. You took off your boots and treaded carefully to the water’s edge. You sat in the slightly damp dirt and dipped your feet into the water. In an instant your splitting headache was back. Oh no, this can’t be good. You felt yourself being dragged by your feet into the water. You flipped over in an attempt to claw your way out but the force that pulled you was too strong. Your head was submerged and your surroundings went dark as you screwed your eyes shut. You panicked, thrashing about trying to get whatever it was off of you. You could hear the water moving wildly around you. Suddenly you felt pressure on your throat, you couldn’t distinguish what it was. You opened your eyes, expecting to find some hideous sea creature. A face appeared in the rippling flashes of light from the rising sun. Anakin.

Your muffled screams did little to detour him. The pressure around your neck increased, and your thrashing became sporadic. His laugh bounced around your head. “Don’t make me do this, bunny.” His smile was blinding in the water’s reflection. “Tell me I’m what you want. We both know it’s true…let’s make this easy on both of us, hmm?” Your screams became louder and more desperate, despite knowing their lack of effect on the surface. Anakin squeezed your throat with even more force and you knew you were done for. “If you don’t come with me right now, I will kill your fucking Mandalorian and kidnap you if I have to.” You placed your hand on your throat, expecting to feel his hand there, but all you felt was your skin. You tried one last attempt at saving yourself, mustering up what little strength you had left. Through the force you spoke to him. “Anakin, please, don’t do this to me.” The pressure around your neck was ripped away and he looked at you with a stunned expression. “Where did you hear that? How dare you call me by that name! You have no idea who you’re dealing wi...”

Anakin didn’t have time to finish his sentence before you were being pulled out of the water by Mando. You were barely coherent, coughing and throwing up water. Mando laid you on your side and propped you up on his thighs to prevent you from choking again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You thought to yourself. Mando shook you and called out your name, waiting for your reply to a question he asked about a minute ago. “Y/N, Y/N! Are you ok?” he asked in a rather frazzled, out of character tone. You held out a thumbs up and tried to roll off his legs and sit up straight. You plopped on to your butt and stared at the now placid pond. What the fuck?, you thought to yourself, you hadn’t realized that you said it out loud. “Um, yeah! What the fuck was that? “ Mando practically yelled. You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders in defeat. You nearly died, he almost killed you. Mando interrupted your inner monologue, “Do you not know how to swim or something?” you nodded, “Yes, I do know how to swim.”, your voice was so hoarse you barely even recognized it. You coughed again. Mando froze. You practically fell backwards when Mando grabbed your face and examined your neck. “Kriff! What the fuck happened to your neck?” You freaked out. “Is it bad? Maker…how bad is it Mando?”. He kept moving your head around to get a better look at it. “You look like you got choked, or something. Did an animal attack you?”. You laughed, “Yeah, he’s an animal alright.” Mando paused, “He?…no, don’t tell me this was Vader?” your gaze dropped to the ground. The Mandalorian let go of your face, “how?”, he asked quietly. You shook your head and shrugged again, “I really don’t know,. One minute I was putting my feet in the water, the next he was trying to kill me.” Mando leaned back against the stump you were sitting on earlier and let out a sigh. Tears filled your eyes as the severity of the situation set in. “Mando, what do I do? I can’t hide from him…he’s going to kill me!” You scooted closer to him and placed your hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for saving me, but I’m sorry you had to in the first place. I -I don’t know how to tell you this…”. Mando removed his gaze from his shoulder to your face, “what?” he asked roughly. “He, um, he told me he’s going to kill you too. He’s going to kill you and take me with him.” Mando laughed incredulously, “You’re joking? What do I have to do with this?”. You sighed and said , “I know, I’m so sorry for getting you into this. But I just know he’s going to kill everyone in his way, and right now, you’re the only one stopping him.” Mando deflated into the dead tree stump and thought to himself. Silence fell between you as you awaited Mando’s next words. He huffed and looked at you, “I guess I’m in this now, there’s no point in turning back.” You looked up at him in surprise. He continued, “If we’re going up against Darth Vader, I think we’re gonna need some extra help. Don’t you?”. He tilted his head and you gave him an appreciative smile. “Yes, I think so too.”.

…

The shipped jumped into hyperspace as you sat next to Mano in the cockpit. You looked to your left and found him already staring at you, “So Mando, where exactly are we going?”. He tapped his covered fingers nervously on the seat’s armrests. “We’re going to Tatooine, to…see some friends of mine.” You jolted out of your seat and stood, panicked. “T-tatooine?” you squeaked out. Mando nodded, “…yeah? Is there something wrong with Tatooine?”. You sat back down and tried to shake off your fears, “no, nothing wrong.”, you gave Mando a weak smile. You hadn’t been back to Tatooine since you joined the Empire, would people recognize you? Probably not, you thought. You were just a slave there, a nobody, surely you wouldn’t have a problem. Mando could see the cogs in your head turning. “What’s wrong, mesh’la?” he asked. You hummed, “Nothing, I just. I was born on Tatooine and I haven’t been back since….since I joined the you know what.” He nodded, “I understand.” Mando reached over to your seat and held your hand. You were shocked, but you didn’t move away out of fear the you might scare him away like a spooked horse. You gave his gloved hand a soft squeeze. You felt safer than you had in a while.

…

The sand kicked up in your face, sweat dripped down your arms. You had asked Mando to stop at a market so you could change out of your tight uniform and get some weather appropriate attire. You stopped at a stall boasting womenswear. A beautiful, flowing, deep blue set caught your eye. The sight of loose pants practically made you drool in this weather. You picked up the airy outfit and made your way to the store keeper. You dug through your satchel looking for your credit pouch when you heard, “Y/N?”. Kriff. You raised your gaze to the voice to find an old friend of yours. “Maker! V! What are you doing here?” You practically jumped on him. You greeted each other with a warm embrace. “It’s so wonderful to see you, Y/N. Where have you been?” You laughed, “I’ve been out and about….hey! Do you own this place?”. He nodded and you replied, “Oh V! You did it! You always wanted to sell your beautiful clothing. I’m so proud of you!”, you both hugged again. You felt V stiffen around you, “What? What is it?” you asked. He whispered, “There’s a Mandalorian staring at you…are you in trouble? Cause I can help you if you are.” You laughed at both his worry and protectiveness. “It’s ok V, he’s with me.”. V pulled back from the embrace and cocked his eyebrow. “No, no not like that!” you rolled your eyes. “Ok…”, he moved on, not believing a word you said. You lifted up the blue fabric, “This outfit is gorgeous, V. How much?” He laughed and took it from your hands, “For you? Nothing. But you have to let me help you style it. You never knew how to dress.” This time he rolled his eyes. You giggled, “C’mon V, let me support you, let me pay.” He shook his head, “Absolutely not. Plus, once everyone sees how beautiful you look in this, they’ll want to know where you got it from!” You both laughed this time, and you followed him into the tent at the back of the stall. Before you stepped in, you turned around to let Mando know it was ok. You could tell he was on edge and you gave him a small wave of reassurance. The tent felt cool compared to the harsh suns blaring outside. V helped you unzip, “What hell are you even wearing?“ he asked incredulously. You turned to face him , “What? You don’t like it?”. He contemplated before he spoke, “No it’s cute and all, but it’s…it’s just not you.” His comment hit you like a ship in hyperdrive. With everything that had been going on recently, you felt attacked by what he said. You knew it wasn’t you, yet you continued to pretend it was. Why? Before you could finish your thought V spoke. “Mm mm mm, I’m good.” You spun around in the mirror, “You do know what you’re doing.” you admitted. V told you to wait as he left the tent to retrieve some accessories. “Here.”, he said placing a matching veil across your face to help block the sand. “It’s beautiful.”, you said turning to give him a hug. “Thank you for this.”, he squeezed you a little harder and whispered, “I know something’s up with you, I see the red marks around your neck. Tell me. What’s going on with you.”. You tensed up and V continued to speak, “If you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine, I get it. But if something is wrong, you can always come to me.”. You both pulled back and you smiled at him, “I’m ok V, I swear. Thank you for this and for looking out for me.”, “Of course, Y/N. Please, be safe out there.”. You gave each other one last hug before you left the tent.

Your Mandalorian was exactly where you left him, leaning against a clay building. His head was torn from whatever scuffle was happening down the street to meet your gaze. He immediately straightened off the wall at the sight of you. His reaction made your heart race. Kriff. Was he always that tall? I wonder if he’s actually that tall or if his armor adds extra height? Mando’s hands fidgeted as you approached him. “All good?” you asked in reference to the street fight he had been watching. Mando gripped is vembramce strap and felt his throat grow scratchy. “Mando?”, he was building up the courage to speak to you. “Sorry, Y/N. Yeah, it’s all good.” he lazily pointed in the fight’s general direction. His actions made you furrow your brow in confusion, “Yeah…ok, big guy. Let’s get you out of the sun.” you grabbed his elbow and started pulling him back in the direction of the ship. He followed behind you, secretly berating himself for fumbling his words in front of you, again. The walk to the ship was quiet and you could feel Mando’s eyes burning into your bare midsection. You walked with a little more sway in your hips, just to see if anything interesting might happen. It didn’t. As soon as you both arrived on the ship Mando threw out a quick apology and excused himself to his quarters. Your face warmed with embarrassment, you worried you made him uncomfortable and quickly regretted the show you had put on. You hid in your make shift room, which was really just a corner in the cargo hold. You laid down on the thermal blanket and quickly drifted off to sleep.

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Your throat was scratchy when you awoke, you guessed it was from the new, sandy environment. It was still light outside so you figured you hadn’t slept long. “Mando?”, you called out. No response. You walked to the cockpit to find a note on your seat. “Headed out to meet my friends. I’ll be back later.”. Your shoulders dropped in disappointment, you had hoped you could clear the air with him and mend whatever you had broken before. You look up from the note to stare at the sandy abyss outside the window. A figure appeared in the mist. You squinted and moved closer to the glass to get a better look at the advancing form. The dust around the ominous mirage settled and you were able to make out a distinct shape. At first you thought it was Mando but as the person approached the ship, you realized their robes were black and flowing, a stark contrast to your Mandalorian’s silver beskar armor. The figure stopped its movement about 50 yards away from the ship, hooded head facing you. You rubbed your eyes in disbelief, astounded by what was in front of you. You ran to put your shoes on. You lowered the ramp to exit the ship and bounded towards the figure. You halted your running 30 feet away. The man turned to face you and you gasped as he produced a saber from his robes. A hazy red light appeared and quickly closed in on you. It took you a second to process what was happening, but you swiftly responded by turning in the opposite direction and running. The saber and the maniac wielding it gained ground behind you. You couldn’t breathe as your gut instincts and adrenaline forced you to run even faster. Almost as if you ran into an invisible wall you involuntarily fell backwards on to the sand. You heard rapid footsteps approaching you. You scrambled to get off the dunes and on to your feet when you came face to face with the end of the red saber. “Gotcha.”

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thesassypadawan · 2 months

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Beloved Master (Unburnt Darth Vader x FemPadawanReader)

Summary: After a traumatic series of events, you find yourself being held captive by the sith lord known as Darth Vader. Alone and unarmed, you wish so badly for your beloved master to be here with you. Be careful of what you wish for.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.Size difference, hint of a breeding kink, and Vader’s big dick. Padawan reader is of age.

Notes: This is a non-burnt Vader fic. Everything is still intact and has been ‘enhanced’ by the dark side of the force.

“Now behave yourself, jedi, the lord will be with you shortly.” The male attendant sneered, taking great joy in your current predicament.

Standing there, wearing nearly nothing; you tried your best to maintain what little dignity you had left. You gave him a small nod and muttered a quick thanks, before stepping inside the room.

“Try not to have too much fun,” he chuckled darkly and closed the door behind him.

Hearing the locks hiss into place, you began to reflect on the events that led up to this moment.

It had only been a few nights ago that you stood in the temple’s meditation garden. Waiting patiently for your beloved master to return from an ‘emergency meeting’. When your private comlink was hailed, his voice ringing out from it. “Run. Run swiftly. Run to me.”

Everything was fragmented and hazy after that.

The night sky was orange. There were cries of agony and pain all around you. The temple, your home, was engulfed in flames.

You felt utterly hopeless. Worried horribly about your master. Completely devastated at the thought of not saying those words to him one last time.

You tried to run, but someone tugged hard on your arm. Yelling at you to come with them, to ignore his call. Something happened to that someone in a blaze of blue light.

You were no longer being pulled, but carried away from the chaos. Being whispered to that it was ‘all going to be okay, you’re safe’.

That’s when your whole world went dark.

When you awoke, you found yourself locked up in a holding cell. Dressed in the most ridiculous outfit you have ever seen. One that left very little to the imagination.

You did not remain there long. Soon after, the male attendant had arrived. He, along with a pair of clone troopers, then escorted you swiftly to their lord’s private quarters. Apparently, this Vader fellow wanted to have an audience with you rather badly.

It was with this grim thought in mind that the weight of your situation truly set in.

You were alone. Stuck on an unknown planet, which you could feel was entirely encompassed in the dark side of the force. You were without your saber, it’s comforting presence no longer hanging from your hip. And, most gravely, you were about to presumably meet a sith lord.

Scanning your surroundings, you hoped to find something you could possibly use to defend yourself. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the lavish bed chamber that would provide much help.

You heard the door behind you slide open and then close.

Swallowing hard, you tried to compose yourself. Your master had always said to keep your wits about you when facing down an enemy. To stay centered within the force. To keep your mind clear.

How you so wished he was here with you now.

“I am, padawan of mine.”

Your eyes grew wide. “Master?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper. “Is that really you?”

Not waiting for an answer, you quickly whirled around. Instantly, a wave of relief washed over you. Standing before you, a gentle smile on his face, was…

“It’s me”, Anakin muttered.

Without a second thought you ran to him. And he easily scooped you up into his strong arms.

Burying your face into his tunic; you finally let the hot tears flow free. “Ani, it was horrible!” You sobbed softly.

Stroking your hair, he gently swayed back and forth with you. “Ssh, it’s okay. It’s all over.”

You squeezed him tight and whimpered. “I thought I had lost you.”

“Hey, look at me.” Hooking two fingers under your chin, he tilted your face upwards. “We’re never going to lose each other.”

Placing his hand on your cheek, he wiped away a stray tear with his thumb. “I made sure that we will always be together…no matter what,” he said malevolently.

Hearing his tone, it was as if you were suddenly released from sort of spell. Anakin was no longer the same, in oh so many ways.

His entire form had changed. He once only stood a head and a half taller, and now he absolutely dwarfed you. His hands were huge. His muscles blown enormous. He looked like an absolute beast, with yellow eyes and a heavy dark aura to match.

Maker, help you. He was the sith lord and you were finding it hard to resist him.

“Ani,” you spoke slowly, reaching to place a tiny hand on his chiseled chest. “What have you done?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, angel,” he replied nonchalantly. “I did what was necessary.”

Tightening his arm around your waist, he somehow pulled you in even closer. “You should be more worried about what I’m going to do to you in that outfit,” he whispered huskily.

A small squeak escaped you as you were suddenly swept off your feet and whisked over to the bed.

Trapped underneath him, it truly sunk in how utterly massive he had become…and how tiny you were in comparison. You shivered at the thought. Whether it was from fear or excitement, you weren’t quite sure.

“What is it, padawan?” He chuckled, hovering above menacingly. “Afraid of your master?”

You shuddered once more as Anakin brushed his clothed length against your inner thigh. Stars, he felt gigantic. “No, master,” you whimpered.

A wide grin spread across his handsome face. “Good, because this is where the fun begins.”

He crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was hungry and passionate. The kind that made you wrap your arms around his thick neck and desperately pulled him closer, deepening it.

You could hear a rumble of approval in his chest. The sound causes a warmth to spread throughout your entire body.

Parting for air, Anakin gave you a mischievous look before burying his face into your neck. He kissed and bit at the sensitive flesh. Making you purr. Marking you as his for all to see.

His hand, all the while, lazily slid down your form. Coming to rest on your breast, he cupped and gave it a firm squeeze. Eliciting a soft moan from you.

“I love the sounds you make for me,” he muttered against your skin.

“Ani,” you mewled, hands tangling in his golden curls.

“I wonder,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your body. “What kind you’ll make when I do this?”

“Kriff!” You cried out as his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. Sucking and nibbling at it through the paper-thin fabric. Causing your back to arch, your hips glancing one another in a fiery touch. You both groaned.

“Or better yet,” he whispered, sitting back on his legs. “What delicious sound will escape you when I do this?” With the wave of his two fingers, Anakin used the force to…

You let out a frightened squeal as the meager clothes were torn from your form. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself up with your hands, but he easily captured them in his much large one.

Pinning your arms above your head, he playfully scolded. “Now, now, don’t be shy. Let me see that beautiful body, little one.”

That name, it made you shiver. You could feel the dampness and you both knew it had shot straight to your soaking core.

“Oh? You liked that didn’t you?” He taunted, running his other big hand up and down your leg.

Wriggling beneath him, your cheeks burned hot. “I-I did, master,” you replied weakly.

He laughed darkly at your embarrassment and gave your hip a firm squeeze. “Tell me, tiny padawan of mine, what else would you like?”

“Your cock,” you whimpered. “I would like your cock inside of me.”

“Are you sure about that?” He mocked, flashing you a smirk.

Anakin used the force once more. This time removing his own clothes. Revealing…

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry. He was absolutely massive, a true monster. And yet, you wanted him oh so badly.

“Please!” You begged; your voice laced with need. “Want it!”

“I don’t know.” He laid his heavy cock on your pussy, dragging it slowly between your folds. “You were barely able to take me before I became like this. Aren’t you afraid of what will happen now?”

You moaned softly as you found yourself slipping into a haze. “Don’t care! Need it!”

Suddenly, he removed all friction. You were about to whine in protest, until you felt him lining himself up with your entrance.

“All right, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

In a single, fluid motion, he pushed inside of you.

The two of hissed together, as you took every thick inch.

“So tight,” he growled as he bottomed out.

“So big,” you mewled. Relishing how full it made you feel. How his tip was dangerously pressed against your cervix.

Hiking your thighs onto his hips, he snaps them forward. Pounding into you at a brutal pace. Giving you no time to adjust to his colossal size.

“A-Ani…” You slurred, eyes going crossed from the stretch. “S-So big, An-Ani…”

He groaned at seeing your tummy bulge every time he thrusted back into you. “Yes, so big and yet your tiny cunt is taking me so well. Tell me, hatari, how much do you love it?”

You could feel the heat beginning to build in your core, tugging at you. “I love it! Love it so much!”

“Needy little thing,” he grunted. “Be a good girl now, let me into that perfect womb of yours. Going to fill you up so full. Going to make you heavy with the heir to my new empire.”

“M-Master…” You could barely form a sentence; you were so overwhelmed.

With a few more deep thrusts, he breached past the tight rim. Getting exactly what he wanted. “That’s it, that’s my sweet padawan,” he cooed.

You could feel the tears of ecstasy running down your cheeks. Your pussy clenching around him from the extra stretch. You were so painfully close and Anakin could tell.

“Let go,” he panted. “We’ll cum together, just like always.”

You went crashing over the edge. Mind blanking as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

His cock twitched inside of you. Filling you to the brim and beyond with his seed. Making your stomach round.

Catching your breath. Smiling warmly at one another. You both basked in the afterglow of it all.

Lacing his fingers with yours, still buried deep within you. Anakin placed a tender kiss on your forehead and whispered. “I love you. You’re going to look so beautiful carrying our child, my empress.”

A cold chill ran through you as you came back down from your high. You knew you should be terrified. That you should be distraught over the events that led up to this.

But as you gazed up into those yellow eyes…none of that mattered anymore. All that did was you being right by his side.

“I love you too, Lord Vader.”

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aajxs · 10 months

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run , a.s

synopsis - the one where anakin lets you go, but not without a price.

pairings - anakin skywalker/darth vader x fem!jedi!reader

warnings - ANGST , obsessive/possessive anakin , violence , unburnt!vader (not really a warning but sum people don't like it) , jealous anakin , mentions of blood , the beginning is a lil suggestive , choking (not the fun kind) , mentions of death

w/c - 1.7k

a/n - part two to 'let me go', I think this one is much more interesting. this is unedited so if there are grammar mistakes, ignore them for my sake. enjoyy!!

part one , masterlist .

for the flashback — Dress by Taylor Swift

for the main part — Change (In the House of Flies) by Deftones

"Anakin, where are you taking me?" You laughed as your friend dragged you through the Jedi temple. He gave you no response, but your question was soon answered once you noticed he was taking you towards the men's quarters. "I'm not supposed to be on this side." You grinned as Anakin opened the door to his room and brought you inside.

"What were you doing with him?" Anakin mumbled as he closed the door with the swipe of his fingers. "Ani, you can't expect me to spend the rest of my Padawan years with only you." You said as you sat on his bed, that smelled so much like him. "What if that is what I expect." Anakin frowned as he stood a good length away from you with crossed arms and a tilted head.

"Anakin, he's only a friend. You'll always be my number one best friend, you know that!" You smiled as you got up from the bed and walked a bit closer to Anakin. 'I don't want to be just your best friend!' Anakin wanted to say, but instead he walked towards you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist

You hugged him back almost instantly, gripping the back of his long cloak in your hands. "Are you going to tell me why you brought me here?" You mumbled into his chest as you took in his scent. He smelled like vanilla, and just a hint of peppermint.

"Just didn't like the way he was looking at you." Anakin muttered as he craned his neck just enough to the point where his forehead was resting on your shoulder. If Anakin turned his head fully, his plump lips would touch your cheek.

You scoffed quietly, "And why would that matter to you, chosen one?" The sentence came out more shaky and breathily than you intended it to. The proximity was making you nervous, and you were worried that Anakin could tell. He hummed into your ear, "It doesn't," He lied, "I just know that the looks he was giving you weren't innocent." Anakin said, turning his head ever so slightly and planting a soft kiss on the side of your exposed neck.

"I don't mind. I think I deserve a little action." You said with a smirk as you repeated his action, attaching your lips to the side of his neck where you could reach. "Not from him." Anakin said as his grip around your waist tightened. He planted kisses down your jawline as he twirled your Padawan braid around his finger.

"Don't you think we should stop?" You questioned into his neck. He hummed in response, not paying any attention to your words as he began sucking on your neck. You tugged his hair to get his attention, making him back away from you slightly. "Anakin, we should stop." You said as you gazed up at him. "Why?" Anakin asked as he stepped towards you again, leaning closer to your face. Your eyes darted between his eyes, down to his lips, then back up. You were a hairs width apart, and you so badly wanted to kiss him.

Thinking back on it, you wish you did. Maybe if you confessed sooner, Anakin would have never done what he did. Maybe if you confessed sooner, you wouldn't be sitting here, restrained on a ship that felt a bit too far from home. You have no home now.

You didn't know where you were, but you no longer had your brown cloak on, only your Jedi robes. Your lightsaber was nowhere to be found, and your head was throbbing. Anakin should have just killed you in that temple.

Almost as if he heard his name being said, the door to the room slid open and Anakin walked in. "Wait out there." You heard him say to some clones before shutting and locking the door. You examined him, and the first thing you noticed was your lightsaber clipped onto his belt, right next to his own. The next thing you noticed was that the hood on his cloak was up, making it to where you couldn't see his face.

"Why do you—" You started, but you were quickly cut off. "You're bleeding." He muttered as he walked towards you, taking down his hood once he was standing next to you. He brought up his gloved hand, and went to wipe away some of the blood. You flinched away from his touch and gave him a glare, making him purse his lips. What did he expect you to do? Give him a kiss and tell him how much you love him after he just killed all your friends and then knocked you out with his lightsaber?

Anakin gave you a look before grabbing your jaw with one hand, and wiping your face with the other. "What are you doing?" You harshly asked as you stared up at him. "What does it look like?" He snapped back as he cleaned your face the best he could. "I'll clean it better later, can't stand seeing you bleed." Anakin said as he caressed your jaw. "You should have thought about that before you fucking hit me!" You said as you pulled at your restraints, only making them hurt worse.

Anakin let out a breath and took his hand away from your face. He began circling around the bench you were uncomfortably sat on and stopped behind you. "I'm gonna get you out of these, and if you try to run, it might just be the last thing you ever do." He muttered into your ear before he got rid of the restraints.

If you were dumb, you would've tried running or killing Anakin. But you knew Anakin, and you knew that he kept his word. "I would have never been able to get you on this ship if I didn't knock you out." Anakin said as he walked back around the bench and stood in front of you. "I hope you understand that I had to do it, it was for your own good." He said as he reached out towards your face to cup your cheek.

You got up and grabbed his wrist before harshly smacking him across the face. "You don't get to touch me!" You yelled as Anakin shoved you back down into your sitting position. You got back up, but you were almost immediately slammed against the wall that was next to the bench. Anakin's ungloved hand was wrapped around your throat, and your boots were barely touching the ground.

His grip around your neck tightened, and you could feel yourself slipping unconscious by the second. He only stopped once he realized you weren't even trying to get him to stop. You weren't begging for your life. You wanted to die, and he wasn't just going to give in.

Anakin let go of your neck, and you fell to your knees in front of him in a coughing fit. "If- If you're gonna fucking kill me, just get it over with Anakin! If I can't have the old you, then I don't want you at all!" You yelled as you looked up at him, your voice cracking slightly.

You got up and stood right in front of Anakin, "You think you're helping me?" You asked as you got into his face, now centimeters away. "You think you saved me?" Your voice raised slightly, and you shoved Anakin away from you. "Y/N.." he muttered, "I don't need your help Anakin! I never did!" You yelled, shoving Anakin again. "Y/N, stop-" He said, louder this time. "No! You don't get to baby me after you killed the only people I thought of as family!" You said, and just as you were about to shove Anakin one last time, he grabbed your wrists.

"Y/N, stop!" Anakin yelled, his grip on your wrists tight. He sat you back down on the bench and stared at you for a moment. You took a breath, seemingly calming down, and he let you go. "What do you want Anakin?" You asked as you looked up at him. "Did you come here to give me a kiss goodnight? Make me feel at home?" You joked, but your tone was angry. "If a kiss goodnight is what you wish for." Anakin said sarcastically as he paced around the room. "A kiss goodnight won't take away the pain you've put me through." You said, the images of your dead friends flashing through your mind, making you grimace lightly.

Anakin stopped pacing at your words. "This room is bland, do you want to be moved to-" Anakin started, but you quickly cut him off. "I don't want to be moved, I want to be set free!" You exclaimed, rising from your seat. "That wont be happening, you're too valuable." Anakin said as he turned to look at you. "Valuable to the Empire or valuable to you?" You questioned as you stepped towards Anakin. He gave you an unintelligible look before turning back around.

"When you leave this ship, you're no longer a prisoner, but a bounty." Anakin explained, stepping towards you and stopping you in your tracks. "You'll be hunted, but I know you. I know that you'll slaughter every dumb bounty hunter that decides its a good idea to go after you." Anakin said, stopping right in front of you. "Jedi don't slaughter." You said, your eyebrows now pinched together. "There are no Jedi anymore!" Anakin yelled, making you flinch at his outburst.

"You want to know something, Y/N? You can kill any bounty hunter, but you can't kill me." Anakin said as he gripped your jaw. "It wont just be bounty hunters after you, it'll be the Empire. The Sith. Me." Anakin said, "You want to know something, Anakin? You cant kill me either." You said with a knowing grin. "The worst part about this all, is that you still love me, and you know that you cant." Your smile faltered. He opened his mouth to protest, but closed it quickly. You're right.

"Get me a ship. That's all I want. You can hunt me, find me, kill me if that's what it comes down to. Just give me the chance to run and hide." You whispered, slowly raising your hands to cup his face. That was when you realized his eyes had turned back to their familiar blue.

"I'll get your ship, and ill get you out of here. But I cant promise your safety once you're out of this system. I cant promise that I wont do... damage once you're gone." Anakin said as he planted a kiss on your forehead. "Just get me out of here. Let me go." You murmured as you reached up and cupped Anakin's face.

"You want to know the worst part about this, Y/N? I do still love you."

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athenaluthor · 3 months

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The Beginning

pairing- darth vader x reader

summary: A morning with his wife and son, what could go wrong? Vader's faith in Palpatine has finally begun to crack. Is this the beginning of the end?

warnings: SFW, Unburnt!Vader, Husband!Vader, Dad!Vader, Pregnant!Reader, fluff, Vader being a dad and lovesick husband, nameless son, slight child abuse(by Palpatine), mentions of Palpatine

Word count: 1.7k (unedited)

side note: any ideas for their kids' names?

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Vader creeps into the room quietly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping boy despite him being a heavy sleeper. His son's bedroom is warm and cozy, a stark difference from the imposing skyscrapers of Coruscant just outside the window. The sight that greets Vader tugs at his heartstrings.

His little boy lays sprawling on the bed, small blond curls poking out here and there, with small snores escaping him. Blankets are falling off the bed and his plushies lay messily on the floor, yet his son remains unbothered. He reckons the boy could sleep through anything. An invasion could take over Coruscant long before his son would wake.

The boy was such a deep sleeper it worried Vader at times. The force drains you a great amount especially during childhood, which is enough justification to have a chef curate meal plans for his son. Thankfully, Vader feels everything through the force. If something is ever amiss with his son or wife, he would know.

Vader sits down on the bed, hand instinctively reaching out to stroke his son's head. The boy is a carbon copy of him, from the hair, to the face and even the way he sounds, all reminds Vader of Anakin. The little boy's curls felt so soft between his fingers, a stark contrast to Vader's calluses.

Luckily for Vader, his son is far more well-mannered and kind than he ever will be. Courtesy of his wife, he supposes. The little boy is intelligent and cheeky like Anakin was, but he is far more empathetic and good-hearted. Only his wife, that kriffing angel of a woman, could turn his child into this beautiful and kind boy.

Suddenly, a sleepy voice snaps Vader out of his thoughts, “Papa?”

“Good morning. Did you sleep well,hmm?” replies Vader, smiling at the boy.

“Mmhm. No bad dreams.” Says his son in between big yawns and a stretch.

Vader takes this opportunity to pick the boy up and bring him onto his lap. Sleepy, the boy falls right back asleep with his head on Vader's shoulder and arms tightly wrapped around his neck. Vader melts each time the boy does this and today is no exception. Feeling his little boy's body melt onto his and the soft little breaths, it makes him want to stay like this for eternity.

Vader kisses the boy's head, breathing in the smell of his baby shampoo that seemed to fade each day the boy grows older.

Then, Vader wraps his arms around the boy and stands up to carry him. He adjusts the boy a little, making sure the boy is comfortable and wouldn't slip before moving out the door. The walk over to Vader's room does nothing to jolt the little boy whose sleep takes priority over everything else. His breathing is steady and Vader swears the boy is starting to snore softly.

“Snoring? Already?” Vader muses to himself.

Once there, Vader lays the boy on the bed and within seconds, the boy sprawls out on the bed. Vader supposes your parents bed is always much more comfortable than your own since his son seems so happy on his bed.

“He's sleepy.” says his wife, looking at their sleeping son as she steps out of the bathroom.

“He always is. The world is dead to him until he decides to wake.” Vader replies, smiling at he boy's antics.

Vader turns to look at his wife when she walks past him to the closet. Belly swollen, full of his child, Vader could barely take his eyes off her.

She waddles instead of walking now, careful with her steps in an attempt to not slip. These days, all she asks from him is a massage here and there. Vader can't complain. Soon, his wife will give birth to a second child. All she asks him to do in return is to bring her food and make her feel good.

Joining her in the closet, Vader merely leans against the doorframe and stares as she moves about the room. Picking her dress, jewelry and fussing about how the tones of her shoes didn't match everything else. He adores to see how she moves, the way her hair shifts as she does and the look on her face when she finds the right combination of clothes.

They eventually fall into their usual rhythm. A comfortable morning routine of getting dressed and ready before facing the chaos of the galaxy. In a way, it was reprieve from the stress of the Empire that is certainly suffocating.

Just as his wife finishes her hair and makeup, their son stumbles into the room sleepily. The little boy immediately catches the attention of his parents.

“Mama? Papa?” His little voice fills the room, all shaky and sad.

Without hesitation, Vader crosses the room from his side of the closet to the door where his son stands. Vader kneels down, face-to-face with his son. His son is all red-faced and full of sobs.

Vader wipes the boy's tears before picking him up. He looks at his wife, who looks just as concerned beside him. Seeing their boy like this tugs at their heartstrings greatly, considering their son is rarely reduced to tears like this.

Vader gently strokes the boy's back while his wife softly asks, “What's wrong, sweetheart?.

“Don’t want to see it again!” The boy lets out through his sobs. His wife softly brushes their son's curls out of his face, cooing at him, trying to help him calm down.

“See what, hmm?” Vader asks.

“The man! The old man! He's scary and he hurt me!”

At his son's reply, a chill washes down Vader's spine. A foreboding feeling washes over him like no other.

“Hurt you?” his wife asks.

The question only spurs on their son's tears. Now, he's buried his face in the crook of Vader's neck.

Vader doesn't take notice of the tears that are soaking his collar. Instead, his thoughts are light years away. Somehow he knows that the man his son talks about is none other than his master. In his guts, Vader knows Palpatine is responsible for this.

By noon, their son is much calmer. The sobs and tears are gone, leaving behind a very tired little boy.

Vader decides against leaving and opts to work from his study at home. The dining room is also set up for his assistants and officers to use while they work.

His wife stays with their son who refuses to leave his parents’ room. Though, Vader is sure his wife wouldn't have let their son leave in the first place because Vader wouldn't either.

When Vader left his bedroom earlier, he made sure breakfast had been served and both his wife and son were comfortable. Eventually the little boy fell asleep listening to his parents chatter.

Vader wanted to stay with them both, unwilling to leave his pregnant wife with a hysterical child. Ensuring the attendants and maids weren't far away from his wife, he also increases the guards around the house. The latter more for his sanity than their safety, truly.

Even then, it took his wife a ridiculous amount of convincing before Vader agreed to leave and attend to his work. Vader doesn't say it out loud but something still feels wrong and he can't put his finger on it.

The force feels quiet, too quiet in Vader's opinion. The quietness reminds him of the calm before a storm and he despises every part of it. As a child, he often had this feeling on Tatooine before the sandstorms would hit. Vader's mother, Shmi, would often be on the receiving end of his ranting.

Tonight, he decides, he will meditate on it. With enough focus, the force will show him everything he needs to know.

The dark side in Vader thrums in anticipation. Undoubtedly, it is digging its claws deeper and deeper into him today as anger takes over him. These days, Vader cares little for anything else except for his little family and the thought of anyone hurting them is enough to fuel his dark side.

Perhaps he should cast runes all over his home. Vader's knowledge of the dark side runs as deep as his knowledge of the Jedi. During his travels, Vader has found several Sith holocrons containing different rituals, spells and incantations previous Sith Lords had used. All were far more powerful than anything he'd seen in his Jedi days.

Suddenly, one of his wife's handmaid rushes in.

“L-lord Vader! My lady has requested you come quickly.” comes her voice.

The sight makes Vader want to burn down the entire galaxy. Their son's entire back is covered in force lightning marks. Unfortunately, easily recognisable to Vader as he had been on the receiving end of it for many years.

Now, Vader is entirely sure that Palpatine has done this. Even if indirectly, Vader is sure Palpatine is involved.

Thoughts course through Vader's mind, "Are there other Sith Lords he is unaware of? How and why could his master have done this?".

No wonder the little boy was so distraught. He had refused any attempts of taking a bath which were miracles at calming him down. Both Vader and his wife found it odd.

Now, Vader knows he was just in pain. Vader is reeling, he feels as if he's been plunged into the freezing ocean's depth. The sight of his son has his stomach lurching, "he's a child, he's only a child!" he angrily thinks to himself.

Vader's gaze turns to his wife who's distraught is palpable through the force and Vader moves to her side when she clutches her bump with a whimper. Vader helps her sit down as she nearly falls to her knees, groaning in pain.

Helping her calm down, he sits beside her and embraces her. Hand stroking her back until he breathing evens and the tension in her body subsides. Pulling away, Vader moves to gently stroke her cheek and wipes her tears away.

In tears, she heartbreakingly asks him “Why has this happened to him?”

Vader leans his head in until his forehead and hers are flush against each other, choosing not to answer. He tucks her hair behind her, letting her lean into his touch.

Vader's faith in the Emperor has always been constant and unbending. The galaxy is certainly well aware of Vader's loyalty in carrying out the Emperor's orders.

How could Palpatine have done this? Let him believe he could have another chance at a family and go after his child. Has this been the plan all along? Was he blind all this time?

Has Emperor Palpatine truly betrayed him?

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hanasnx · 1 year

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I swear this makes sense but ahem since it’s perfect, Medium Rare Vader being nice for a second and erm forcing you all the way down his shaft while he uses the force for the “wrong purposes” on you

are you talking about giving him head or just using you as a little fuck toy

bcos i love the idea of both. but my first thought was head. like he’s sitting back, you’re nestled between his spread knees, going down on him. his arms at his throne’s rests. taking it really nice and slow, and when you least expect it you feel that invisible pressure on the back of your head, shoving you down all the way til you feel his balls on your chin. the little gag you make would make him scoff, and you’d bang your fist against his thigh to show him your playful discontent.

and when you climb onto his cock, he restrains himself from touching you with his hands, remaining at the arm rests. and when you’re bouncing on his lap, you feel that invisible force again, helping you along. something about it makes you so annoyed, like he’s showing off, bragging about his skill with the force, displaying how deft he is during something as distracting as intercourse. doesn’t matter where he is, what he’s doing, he controls your every move and he knows it.

#indy: headcanons #ch: vader #darth vader headcanons #lovinglyeternal #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#dv #darth vader x reader #darth vader smut #unburnt!vader #x f!reader #darth vader imagine #darth vader prompt

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lovelybucky1 · 11 months

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Join Me (Darth Vader x Reader)

warnings: dark themes, gender neutral! reader, unburnt vader (still wears the suit), violence, weapons, mentions of death, corruption, manipulation, sexual tension, 18+ minors dni

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This is humiliating. A Jedi, a warrior of your status, should not be sprawled across the floor in front of your sworn enemy. The two stormtroopers that brought you to Darth Vader’s chamber stand above you, looking down at where you landed when they threw you. You’re not sure how Vader’s forces managed to capture you so quickly. You have a feeling your fate will be similar to those of the remaining Jedi that have attempted to face Lord Vader: a cruel and brutal death.

Nevertheless, you lay on your stomach, hands cuffed with force-blocking bonds behind your back, and your legs rest uselessly behind you. You strain your neck to keep your head up, not wanting to give your captors to see you in such a state of defeat.

The Dark Lord looms over you from this high-backed throne. The room is dark with a fully black interior, but somehow his suit stands out from the void that seemingly engulfs you.

“Leave us,” Vader commands the storm troopers, his modulated voice bone chilling in the otherwise silent room. The stormtroopers turn and walk out of the chamber, their boots clicking loudly on the smooth tile floor.

As soon as you heard the heavy doors shut, the reality of your situation set in. You’re alone without a weapon or the use of the force with the most brutal Sith lord in the galaxy. You were helpless, and the only thing you can do is pray Vader will be merciful and kill you quickly.

“Your thoughts are loud, Jedi,” he says, sitting motionless on his throne.

You stare back into the black voids of his helmet’s eyes. You know the mask must be to hide some hideous deformity, but even the slightest bit of expression in the dark lord’s face would bring you some comfort.

You refuse to speak to him, but it clearly doesn’t matter since he can hear your thoughts, despite you trying to keep your walls up.

“I can feel your fear.”

Your brows furrow as you continue to look up at him from your position on the ground. You don’t mean to make your fear so obvious, but you can’t help it. You’re at the mercy of a monster who has killed many of your fellow Jedi, wiped out planets, and has disrupted peace in the entire galaxy.

“But it is not just fear, is it, Jedi?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you spit without thinking, immediately regretting your choice of words.

“Hatred,” he says plainly.

This time you stay silent. You don’t feel hatred. Are you angry with Darth Vader for ruining the lives of you and your friends? Yes. Are you angry at the empire for oppressing beings across the galaxy? Of course. Do you resent this war and wish you could live a regular life? Sure, everyone does. Do you wish the Jedi order wasn’t so restrictive? Occasionally. But none of what you feel is hate.

“You’re wrong,” you hiss.

“You don’t hate me?” Vader has the audacity to ask.

“Hate is not the Jedi way,” you respond.

Silently, Vader rises from his throne and descends the stairs. His black boots echo throughout the chamber as Vader approaches you. The feeling of dread grows even colder in your stomach, and you begin to shake as he nears.

Vader stops an arm’s length in front of you, and from your position, all you can see is the top of his heavy boots and the thick material of his pants. Outside of your vision, Vader reaches for you. He bends to bury his gloved hand in your hair and tugs, pulling you up from the ground. You yelp at the grip on your hair, and you scramble to get your knees underneath you to take some of the tension off of your scalp.

Now you kneel before Darth Vader, and he has just proved that it requires little effort to move you. You look up at him with newfound anger that stems from the humiliation of being manhandled. Your eyes are glassy with tears, not from emotion, but as an involuntary response from the pulling of your hair.

“Cowardice is not the Jedi way, either,” Vader says.

His hand is still tight in your hair, though there is much less pain. You shake your head, trying to get him to let go, but his hold is unwavering.

“I’m not a coward,” you hiss. You wish you could access the force; you would throw this sick bastard across the room and- no, that’s not the Jedi way.

“Yet you tremble before me.”

You narrow your eyes as you look at him, feeling intimidated by the lack of emotion but you keep your gaze steady.

“I don’t hate, Vader.”

The dark helmet tilts to the side, just barely. That is the only sign of emotion, of life, that he has given this whole time.

“No?” he asks. “Even after everyone you hold dear perished at the hands of my army? Can your heart remain pure after suffering so much loss? Pain leads to anger, and anger leads to hate. I feel more pain in you than any of your fellow soldiers combined.”

You wish desperately that you were able to grasp the force to block Vader from your mind, but without it, every aspect of your mind is exposed to him.

“There’s no part of you that wants revenge? To kill me after you heard the symphony of your fellow younglings screaming? To destroy the empire for all of the pain it’s brought you?”

Fresh tears now stream down your face, this time from the painful memories Vader is forcing you to relive. You want to break free from these cuffs, you want to fight back, but you’re trapped. You do the only thing you can think to do to show your defiance, even as you weep on your knees. You tilt your chin up as much as you can and spit, landing it on the cheek of Vader’s helmet.

It feels as if time froze as soon as the wad of spit made contact. Vader stood completely still, not even breathing for unnaturally long, as you were forced to stay just as still as he was.

Slowly, Vader reaches up with his free hand and grasps the underside of his helmet. Your spit has run down the front of the mask and his gloves glisten as he pushes up the helmet. Vader slowly reveals the face underneath, and to your surprise, he is not hideous. In fact, he’s handsome.

Behind the emotionless helmet, Vader is a young man with chestnut hair, smooth skin save for a scar over his eye, and piercing bronze eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at the Sith lord, suddenly feeling conflicting emotions as the face of evil was just humanized.

Vader drops his helmet on the tile floor next to you, and the loud bang echoes through the chamber, making you flinch.

“You’re surprised,” Vader says, now in a non-altered voice. His voice is smooth, completely unlike his deep, robotic voice you knew.

“This is not what I was expecting,” you say, voice sounding weak to your own ears.

“My appearance?” he asks.

“Your mercy.”

Vader raises his eyebrows. “You will not get mercy from me.”

“You haven’t killed me yet,” you respond.

You’re not sure why you’re speaking to him this way. He is the same man who killed millions, some of those your brothers in arms, and many more innocent lives. He is the same ruthless, evil monster as he was with the mask on, yet he seems much less intimidating like this.

“I have no use for a Jedi corpse. I want you alive.”

Your brows furrow as you look up at him, tears slowly stopping.

“Alive for what?”

“You have great power, little one,” he says, gaze intense.

Vader releases his grip on your hair, but remains close. The features of his suit feel out of place without the helmet. The control panel lead you to believe he was more machine than man, but from what you can see, Vader is just as human as you are.

“I was like you once,” Vader says, speaking again after your lack of response.

“We are nothing alike,” you bite.

“Ambitious, emotional, powerful… All things the Jedi order attempts to train out of their young, but a certain few, like you and I, knew better. You didn’t let them crush your spirit and turn you into a docile, supposed peacekeeper like the rest of them.”

Vader started off calm, but as he continued denouncing the Jedi teachings, his tone became more bitter and resentful.

“I have no complaints about my teachings,” you say, lifting your chin in defiance.

“You never had thoughts that your master told you were inappropriate? Things that felt perfectly natural, but somehow were wrong?” This time, Vader’s question is not rhetorical.

“I mean… I guess.”

“And weren’t you just a little bit angry that your feelings were dismissed so quickly without even an ounce of explanation as to why?”

“Because emotions and attachments aren’t the Jedi way.”

“But you were a child. No child can put aside their emotions for some ‘greater good’ that they have never seen nor could begin to understand.”

Vader pauses his sermon to crouch down, now meeting you at your eye level. His gaze is heavy, and you don’t want to show weakness by looking away, but you find it difficult to hold his eyes.

“I lived a life of pain, just as you have. I was born a slave, and only freed to be taken in by the Jedi, where my bonds were even tighter. I led thousands of men to their death in an unwinnable war, my mother was murdered by savage creatures, and my only love died as a result of the Jedi’s foolish restrictions.”

You swallow the thick lump in your throat so you can attempt to speak. Vader being vulnerable with you like this makes you feel uncomfortable, like you need to jump up and run as far as possible. He is a monster, not a grieving man. He’s not like you.

“You’re tired of hurting, aren’t you?” he asks.

You don’t want to respond, you don’t want to give him what he desires, but you can’t help yourself. The pain is suffocating and you desperately wish to escape it.

“Yes,” you confess breathily.

Vader looks at you for a moment. He doesn’t smile thankfully, because you would find that even more unnerving. No, he looks at you with pity like you’re a hurt animal.

“I can make your pain go away.” You perk up at that. You know he must be lying, the Sith are known for their silver tongues that tell you exactly what you want to hear, but the idea of a life free from suffering intrigues you. “I can help you access great power that will rid you of anguish.”

Vader shifts so he is kneeling in front of you, mirroring your position save for the cuffs holding your hands. He places his gloved hands on your shoulders and holds them tightly. You lean into the strong, warm touch, feeling conflicted as you regard his offer.

“I was like you once, little one. Broken, scared, forced into weakness by the Jedi. But then I was shown a new path; one of great power and purpose. Now I hurt no more.”

This all feels too good to be true. You want to believe what Vader says is true, that he can take away your pain and make you as powerful as you have always wanted to be, but your master’s voice rings in the back of your mind. Don’t give into temptation. The Sith lie, manipulate, and go to great lengths to corrupt the light. Evil is stronger than good, but great power leads you down a path of destruction.

“I will not hear these lies any longer, Vader,” you say, finally regaining your compassion.

Vader blinks for a moment, seemingly surprised at your change of tone.

“I tell nothing but the truth. I can save you.”

“I am loyal to the Jedi order.”

Vader sighs, jaw tensing, and he rises to his feet, again looming over you.

“I was being merciful as you requested, and gave you some semblance of a choice, but you will join me.”

“I would rather die than join you!” you yell.

Vader’s chin tilts just slightly. He uses the force to bring the remote that controls your cuffs to him, then unlocks them. You look up at him, confused and hesitant when your bonds fall away.

“You would die for your precious order?” he asks.

“Without question,” you say firmly as you rise to your feet, kicking the cuffs aside.

Vader reaches down to his hip and pushes his cape back, revealing two lightsabers. One is yours, and the other must be his. He tosses your lightsaber to you and you catch it with ease, immediately activating the blade and holding it between you and the Sith lord.

He activates his own lightsaber, the red blade illuminating his face and mixing with the blue of yours, casting a mix of purple light through the dark room.

“What are you waiting for, Jedi?” he asks.

Without further hesitations, you run towards Vader and swing your lightsaber at his torso, but he blocks it with ease. You take a few more swings, each from different angles, but they all are deflected. Surprisingly, Vader does not take any offensive maneuvers and only blocks each of your attacks. You move forward and slowly back Vader against the wall, almost cornering him, and you find yourself growing increasingly frustrated with his lack of engagement in the battle.

“Fight back, you coward!” you yell as you being your saber slashing down.

“Is that truly what you want?” Vader asks, pushing against your lightsaber with his.

“Unlike you,” you grunt, “I don’t take pleasure in an opponent who does not attempt to fight.”

There is a ghost of a smirk on Vader’s lips as he pushes you off of him with his saber. You stumble back, but quickly regain your footing and advance on him again. This time, however, Vader attacks. A whirlwind of red light swings around your head, and you instinctively block his attempted jab.

Vader’s fighting style is fast, acrobatic, and unlike anything you’ve faced in training or battle. His slices come quick, and combined with the distractions of his jumps and spins, it makes it difficult to battle him.

You swing your saber at his neck, but he ducks his head just in time to dodge getting his head cut off. While Vader is low to the ground, he sweeps his saber at your ankles, but you managed to jump, kicking him in the shoulder in the process.

He stumbles back and fails to catch himself. He sits on the ground, legs sprawled in front of him as you run towards him. He is surprisingly skilled at fight from the ground, but he doesn’t expect a kick to the hand instead of a stab with your saber. His lightsaber falls from his hand and clatters across the floor. Before he could get to it, you pick it up.

Now with two sabers and a defenseless Vader, you have the upper hand. He moves to stand, but you trap his head between crossed blades while he’s on his knees. You pause, staring down at the Sith lord as your chest heaves with exertion. Vader does not look afraid, nor angry. He looks pleased.

“You want to kill me,” Vader speaks, showing no signs of the battle that just occurred.

“I sure would like to,” you say between panting breaths.

“Then do it.” You’re shocked. You have the most feared man in the galaxy on his knees in a compromising position, and he’s telling you to kill him. “Kill me, Jedi. I feel your anger, your pain, your hatred. Succumb to your desires; kill me and free the galaxy.”

Your hand twitch. You want to kill Vader, but you cannot bring yourself to do it. You’re frozen in place, paralyzed by the morality that was ingrained into you as a child.

“Kill me!” Vader shouts.

You don’t notice that you’re crying until hot tears drip down amd absorb into the front of your robe. You hate that you’re showing such weakness in front of Vader, but you can’t help yourself.

“You’re weak,” Vader says as he rises to his feet, unfazed by the weapons at his neck. “You’re a coward. A pathetic excuse for a soldier.”

Vader wrenches both sabers out of your hands and throws yours across the room. He stalks towards you, lightsaber at his side while he insults you. You walk backwards as he comes closer, not wanting to let him near to kill you.

“You didn’t even have the strength to do what you knew needed to be done. You could have saved the galaxy, but you were too scared to take a life,” Vader seeths.

You take another step back, but instead of your foot landing on the tile, you trip on Vader’s discarded helmet, rolling your ankle and falling to the floor. You cry out in pain and attempt to get up, but you cannot find the strength as Vader steps closer.

His boot kicks his helmet out of the way with a loud bang what makes you whimper in fear. Your palms scrabble against the floor to slide back, making you look even more pathetic than you surely already do. To your horror, directly behind you is the chamber wall. You have no where to go, no weapon, barely any strength, and Vader has the high ground.

“Look at you, helpless little Jedi,” Vader muses. “Why don’t you call on the force to help you? Or is it not strong enough to beat me?”

Your blood feels ice cold in your veins as Vader stares down at you. You know you should attempt to fight, to die honorary, but you don’t want to suffer.

“Just kill me,” you choke out.

“I told you, I have no use for your corpse. You will join me.”

“I won’t,” you say, voice weak.

With an aggravated grunt, Vader throws his lightsaber across the room, then grips the collar of your robe with both hands to haul you to your feet. He presses your back against the wall and you flinch, preparing for him to hit you. Instead, he places both palms on either side of your head. For a moment, nothing happens. You are just about to aks him what he’s doing to you when you’re hit with a flood of euphoria.

A hot, almost burning sensation fills your body and warms the ice in your veins. Your limbs go limp and you would have collapsed to the floor if Vader wasn’t holding you. A small moan leaves your lips as you feel a sense of newfound strength in your body, something that you have never felt in all of your years training with the force.

“What-” you trail off, finding it difficult to construct a sentence in this state.

“Do you feel the power, little one?” Vader says, voice low since he is so close.

“Yes,” you gasp.

“All of this could be yours. You could feel this all the time. You will never hurt again.”

You want it. This pleasure, this fullness, this contentment you haven’t felt since you were young. In this moment, all reason escapes you as you bask in the warms that Vader is providing.

Then, in a flash, everything is cold once again. Vader lets go of you and you side down the wall in a crumple. You whimper as you try to move, but you’re weak and tired once again.

“Please,” you croak, looking up at Vader.

“That’s the power of the dark side. Too bad you’re too devoted to your code to reach your full potential,” Vader says before turning on his toe, cape swishing through the air as he walks away from you.

You can’t let him leave. You had a taste of what you’ve always wanted and you can’t deny it any longer. You want to be powerful, free, and maybe for the first time in a long time, happy.

“Wait!” Vader pauses mid-step but does not turn to face you. “I… I want it.”

Anxiety builds inside you as Vader remains motionless. Just as you’re about to plead with him, he turns around.

“What do you want?”

“Power,” you whisper like it’s a shameful secret.

Vader begins to walk towards you, the same stalking action, yet you feel less scared this time.

“Will you abandon your affilation with the Jedi?” he asks.

You hesitate to answer. You know it’s wrong, you took a vow, but you had spent your life doing selfless acts. Maybe it’s time to be selfish for once.

“Yes.”

Vader grins. It’s not a kind smile, far from it. It’s sharp, predatory, and makes your skin crawl.

“You shall be my apprentice,” Vader says, extending a hand to help you from the ground. When you reach your feet, Vader holds you close by your waist. It’s almost intimate, the distance between your faces, but you feel as if it’s more of a display of dominance than anything. “I will train you to use the dark side, and I’ll help you break all of those habits the Jedi ingrained in you.”

“I want to feel it again,” you confess.

“And you will, little one, in due time. I can only give you so much; it is your duty to harness it yourself.”

You sigh and nod your head. “I understand… master.”

It feels foreign in your mouth, to call someone else, a Sith lord, master, but the word makes Vader grin again.

“The dark side will give you great strength. It may be frightening at first, to unlock your full potential, but I guarantee you will become just as powerful as I. Together, we will rule the galaxy.”

Your heart skips at that. Thinking that the entire galaxy would be yours to do what you please with, the power that would come with that. It was every shameful dream come true.

“I vow to follow you, Master Vader. I want to learn to be as powerful as you.”

Vader’s grip on your waist tightens and he tugs you just a bit closer. Your chest is pressed against the hard, cold metal of the panel on his chest, and you feel so small in his embrace.

“Why don’t we start with our first lesson,” Vader suggests.

“What is it?” you ask curiously, eager to get even a taste of that heat once again.

“I want you to learn to indulge in all of those desires you have spent your life denying,” he says, voice low and gravely. You furrow your brows, confused. “I sense your lust, little one. I do not think it shameful; Sith must access their passion.”

You nod in understanding, but remain still, uncertain what to do.

“Allow me to show you,” Vader says.

His hands press your body against his and he leans his head down. His eyes are closed and his lips move to cover yours. You whimper in surprise, but you allow yourself to stay pliant. He kisses you, gently at first, but it quickly turns heated. His tongue presses against the seam of your lips and you part them to allow him access. He devours you, kissing you like he’s claiming you as his own and in a way, he is.

You two finally part after what feels like an eternity. You’re breathless, but Vader seams unfazed, except for his eyes, which are more black than amber now. His lips shine with spit, and you’re certain yours look the same.

“I sense great potential in you, my apprentice,” Vader says with a sharp grin.

In the back of your mind, you’re ashamed that you succumbed to the dark, allowed yourself to be corrupted. But at the same time, Lord Vader can show you things you weren’t even permitted to dream of with the Jedi.

“Thank you, Master. I will not disappoint you.”

And with that, your fate was sealed. A former Jedi turned apprentice to the face of evil in the galaxy.

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[Sunkiller Lullaby Part Two]

Pairing: Darth Vader X Reader

Plot Summary: Accepting your role as Lord Vader’s personal attendant, you take the first steps in learning your new duties, and proving your loyalty to your new master.

Warnings: Canon-level violence. Mentions of death/murder. Descriptions of fear. Corruption. Canon-divergent. Unburnt!Vader. Reader is a former slave. Improper use of the force. Vader is his own warning. Descriptions of mistreatment. AFAB reader, feminine pronouns and descriptions used. 18+ content to come in later chapters.

Words: 4.2k

A/N: First off, thank you so much everyone for all the love on part one! I truly did not think so many people would enjoy it! I appreciate everyone who reblogged and liked, and I cannot wait to continue sharing this story with you. If people continue to enjoy my writing, I will most likely open up for requests/prompts!

Part One HERE

Part II:

To your dismay, you awaken to bright beams of starlight peeking through the sheer inner curtains of your suite.

You blink in confusion as you mull over the contents of the past night’s dream, and lament the fact that it was only that; a dream.

Sighing deeply in disappointment, you slowly rise from bed and dress yourself for the day, deciding on a deep ruby red set of robes. They’re thick and soft as you slide them on, and you decide that red really compliments you.

You are again presented with a decadent breakfast, this time dining on exotic ripened fruits, cured strips of thinly sliced meat, and toasted breads.

When you finish, the friendly droid again kindly leads you to Lord Vader’s private chambers.

As the doors slide open, you nearly jump out of your skin when you find your master awaiting you, staring at the door expectantly as he anticipates your arrival.

Forcing yourself to hold your head high, you saunter into the room as nonchalantly as you can muster. Your hands shake as you approach, and you clench them tightly in an attempt to push down your building nerves.

“Morning, young one.” he greets you coolly, his deep voice resonating through the silence.

“Good morning, My Lord.” you reply calmly, bowing to the Sith Lord.

He gives you an approving nod as you rise, before turning to the large window behind himself, commanding you to join him.

“Come.” he booms simply, and you oblige him. Standing next to him only highlights the size difference between the two of you, seeing as you only reach his shoulder at the highest.

All the lights of the room both overhead and from electric controls shine off of Vader’s helmet and armor, creating almost an aura of light which glints off of him. Your eyes are drawn to the heavy slant of his shoulders with his cape draped over, and the curve of his very evident biceps beneath his thick suit. Your face reddens slightly before you turn to face the window, feeling a measure of shame for looking at a Sith Lord in such a way.

The two of you gaze out at the expanse of stars before you, and you can’t help but marvel at the sight. Being from a small planet and having been enslaved since you were just a young girl, you had never any chance to explore or travel, no matter how badly you may have wanted to.

One of the things that amazes you the most as you stare out into space is the realisation that the stars are colourful.

There are stars of every colour you can imagine, and most of them are planets. Each star glittering across the sky in endless hues, they remind you of the fields of wildflowers that were common on your home-planet.

For a fleeting moment, you imagine lying amongst the stars and wrapping yourself in a blanket made of space itself, before Vader speaks again.

“I have arranged a test for you today.” he asserts, his tone unreadable.

Cocking your head, you glance up at your master, questioning exactly what sort of test he had in mind.

“We need to have the understanding that we can trust in one another if I am to take you on in personal servitude.” He explains, sensing your curiosity.

You can feel yourself go cold as the words sink in. It could be any kind of test, and ice cold pangs of fear grip your heart as you pray you do not fail.

Failure is simply not an option.

The trembling in your fingers only worsens, and to your horror, Vader notices.

He takes one of your quivering hands tightly within his own before placing the other heavy, leather-clad hand over top of yours. His touch is like holding a livewire, like nothing you had ever felt before, and it makes you jolt in your skin.

His gaze albeit masked is fixed upon you as he speaks, the air catching in your throat.

“I can sense your fear, your hurt. Your rage.” he says, a reassuring tone hidden in his distorted voice. “Use them. Do not fear me.” he commands, before dropping your hand like he had never touched it in the first place.

Not fearing him was a hefty task indeed.

You say nothing in response, swallowing thickly and flexing your fingers to rid them of the lingering sensation of his touch.

Just then, the ship begins to descend on a barren planet. The land is desolate, clouds of smoky-coloured dust covering the rough, rocky terrain.

You take deep breaths to steady yourself as the ship lands, still reeling from the touch along with your nerves and their gnashing teeth gnawing at the back of your mind.

As you disembark, you can feel how tightly wound your body is with anticipation. Despite this, you diligently follow your master as he treks along the barren, grey landscape, leading you to a wide clearing in the rocky wasteland.

All around you are boulders and crystals of enormous size, and you figure this must be an Empire-controlled resource planet.

Looking up to the violet sky, you pray to the maker that you make it out of this in one piece.

Vader stops at once, turning to regard you once more as you come to stand before him.

“Before we begin,” he starts “What is your name?” he asks, striking you with the realisation that you had not yet told him, and that he almost certainly already knew it. Truthfully, you had nearly forgotten that you had a name, as more derogatory terms were commonly used to refer to slaves. It is a strange thought that Lord Vader would even care to know it.

“(Y/N).” you answer dutifully.

“(Y/N).” he confirms before speaking again. “As I previously stated, we must be without a shadow of a doubt that we trust in one another. I have brought you here to assess that fact.” he explains, his droning voice reverberating off of the jagged walls of the terrain surrounding you.

Doing your best to maintain your shaken composure, you watch as the Sith Lord strides a few paces away before speaking again once more.

“I will test you, as you will test me.” He iterates, now turning towards you and watching you for a moment.

Rooted to the spot, you clench your shaking hands and swallow the lump in your throat, fixing your gaze upon Lord Vader.

You will test him? What could he possibly mean by that?

You watch in thinly veiled terror as he raises his right hand and the ashen earth around you begins to tremble. A large mass of sparkling crystal sizable enough to crush a freighter breaks away from the earth, beginning to levitate.

Stomach in knots and your mind racing, you watch in horror as it rises impossibly high and comes to a stop directly over your head.

In your youth you had heard tales of the Jedi and the Sith, but you had always taken them with a grain of salt. It is then that you come to understand that the stories were true, and the force is more powerful than you could ever have imagined.

Vader’s voice cuts through your frenzied train of thought, snapping you back into the moment.

“Focus on me.” he instructs you, holding the spiked mass of crystals steady above you, pulling it higher.

Although every atom in your body screams at you to run, you know there is no point. Wiping away the fine sweat forming on your brow, you obey your master, fixing your widened eyes upon him.

“Feel your fear.” he commands in a guiding tone. “Feel it, and understand that I will never harm you.”

Dread cuts into your chest like knives, and still you obey. You feel the goosebumps on every inch of your skin, your muscles poised to flee, and the fine tremble running through you in waves.

You look upon Lord Vader who holds your life in his hands so effortlessly. Focusing on the expressionless countenance of his helmet, you envision looking into his eyes and finding unwavering certainty there.

You stand as a statue as the massive crystal drops, time itself seeming to slow, and you don’t so much as blink when Vader catches it just before it hits.

“Very good.” Darth Vader affirms, before reeling back and launching the crystals far off into the distance; the sound of impact only coming as a murmured echo.

Sighing a huge breath of relief, your shoulders and head droop as the tension washes away in waves. When you lift your head, the Sith Lord is in front of you again, this time holding a cylindrical silver and black object in his outstretched right hand, motioning for you to take it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks as you carefully take it from him, examining the activation switch on the side.

“Yes,” you affirm as you inspect the object with great curiosity. “It is a lightsaber.”

You had seen them in use only once when your planet was under siege, but you had also seen them traded by smugglers a handful of times.

However, you had never held one. The metal is cool to the touch, and it is deceptively heavy in your hands as you marvel at it, turning it over and over in your hands.

“Turn it on.” Vader demands, cutting your observation short. You swallow your nerves, holding the lightsaber in your right hand and placing your thumb over the switch. You jump as you press it, the glowing crimson plasma blade instantly shooting out with a sharp sound.

The glowing saber incandesces between the two of you, red light illuminating Vader’s ominous visage.

“Good. Now off.” he directs, and you obey immediately.

“Now, we test my faith in you.” he states intently, stepping closer and closer until he is merely an arm’s length away, looming expectantly over you.

Stomach tingling and your mind blank, you watch as he harshly grips the wrist of your right hand and presses the unarmed lightsaber against the blinking control panel on his chestplate, the shocking sensation of his touch feeling a million miles away.

Staring at where the hilt of the blade rests against his armor, you have the cold understanding that you could kill him right now.

You could kill him, and yet it would do nothing to change your fate.

It takes a moment to realise he’s staring at you before you look up to meet the blank gaze of his mask. Somehow you can feel it in him, the faith he has in you and the understanding that killing him would not save you.

You’re like that for a moment, staring at each other and listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing before he steps away, and you hand the lightsaber back to him.

“Well done.” he praises as he beckons you to follow. “Come. We are done here.”

You both board Lord Vader’s ship once again, your mind and emotions still reeling from the stress of the situation you just managed to live through as he calmly leads you to his chambers.

“Make yourself comfortable.” he orders as you enter the room, and you waste no time in shrugging off your outermost robe, leaving on your cowl and belted underdress. Plopping wearily onto one of the long couches in the room, you notice that it’s notably firmer than the plush furnishings of your suite, though you were in no place to complain.

Lord Vader stares at you for a moment, and you become bashful at the idea of him looking upon your uncovered skin, before he turns to his place at the large window to watch as the ship takes off.

You wonder if he does anything other than stare out the window in contemplation.

Straightening yourself up, you watch the grey planet fade away as the ship flies, bidding the site of your near-grave a goodbye before looking around the room in which you sit.

Now that you have the chance to really look, you take in your surroundings. To your right, the wall with the door is covered in blinking controls which you can only assume are either used to manipulate aspects of the room or call droids and Imperial personnel. On the far wall opposite where you sit, there is a large open doorway into an illuminated room housing an enormous tank filled with a mysterious blueish liquid, and you wonder what the purpose for it could possibly be.

You don’t see a bed in the room, so you assume that Vader sleeps elsewhere. That is, if he indeed sleeps.

In the left hand corner of the opposite wall, you can see a long white table littered with various parts, mechanisms and tools laid out upon it, and you find it mildly interesting that Darth Vader likes to tinker.

The Sith Lord’s voice cuts through your curious observations like a razor.

“What do you know of the force?” He asks, peering over his shoulder at you.

You’re stunned for a moment before you answer.

“I must admit, Lord Vader, I know very little, as it was forbidden to be taught on my homeworld.” you reply truthfully, caught off guard by the seemingly random question. It was true, the ways of the force were not formally taught as a form of trying to shield the people of your home-planet from the Empire; all you know are the legends and the myths that were told as stories.

Lord Vader nods in acceptance.

“This ship is equipped with an entire library full of knowledge of the force, both light and dark; Jedi and Sith. You are free to utilise it if you so wish.” He offers, but it sounds more like an order.

Feeling as though there’s something he’s not saying, you simply nod.

“Thank you master.” you accept graciously with a soft smile.

He only nods in reply, gaze lingering heavily upon you before he turns away from the window, pacing over to his work bench in the opposite corner from where you sit and taking a seat.

You do not know how long he toils over his machines, nor how long you accompany him in doing so.

The last thing you remember before waking up in your own bed is dozing off on Lord Vader’s couch.

Confused and unaware of how you got back to your suite, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and sit up. As you rise, a gentle knock sounds behind the door.

“Come in!” you call out, clearing your throat and wetting your lips.

The friendly droid enters, bowing to you and chirping its greetings.

“Good evening, Madam! I’m assured you’re ready for your meal?” it asks politely. Smiling softly at the kind droid, you nod.

“Yes, please.”

After all, the stress of the day's activities has left you quite hungry, your stomach growling at the thought of the decadent spreads you’ve been spoiled with.

The droid steps out for a moment, promptly returning with a spread no less extravagant than the others you’ve been lucky enough to enjoy. Tonight, your meal consists of a striking plum-coloured stew, accompanied by an herbed mash of root vegetables, and crusty baked breads still warm from the oven.

As you eat, a curious and humorous thought crosses your mind, and you set down your spoon to ask the droid a question.

“Was it you that carried me all the way back here?” you giggle playfully, finding amusement in the idea of the spindly droid hauling you through the corridors.

“No milady, Lord Vader saw to that himself.” the droid answers dutifully.

Knowing it is incapable of lying, the idea hits you like a train, and you’re struck by it for a moment.

Carrying you to your room seemed like a task that would be uncharacteristically tender, too gentle for Vader to carry out. You can feel the flush that spreads across your cheeks as you come to the understanding that there is still much you do not know about your master.

“Oh, um. Give him my thanks.” you reply quietly, leaving it at that.

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

Spending the rest of your meal in contemplative silence, it does you well, nourishing and soothing your tired body.

Before the droid leaves you for the night, you request the books that Lord Vader had mentioned, thinking some studying may help you to understand your master, even if just a small bit more.

It happily delivers them to you, leaving you with a stack of thick and heavy books with weathered bindings.

Elsewhere, Darth Vader paces in his chamber, heavy footsteps echoing around him.

He is quite satisfied with the recent turn of events, knowing surely now that your spirit had not been broken by your life of torment, but that it was bendable.

It was true that you had great fear within you, but your lust for power and your anger was greater. Your suffering had made you fierce, it made you courageous.

The Emperor will be pleased.

Remembering the strength in your expression as you had connected with him while your very life hung in the balance, the absolute, steady faith you had in him; And then the dichotomy of holding your serenely peaceful sleeping body in his arms, your angelic calmness, he feels an unfamiliar flutter in his chest before shaking it off.

Spending the rest of the night flipping through an ancient tome, you are thoroughly intrigued by the stories contained within. They read like fairy tales; tales of heroic bravery, of villainous contempt, of epic battles and galactic love.

They’re enchanting, reminding you of those cherished times as a child when your parents would read to you before putting you to bed.

Well into the late hours of the night, you finally ready yourself for sleep, yawning and stretching as you shrug off your garments.

As you lay out an outfit for the next day, you catch a glimpse of a passing moon. It’s beautiful, a light yellow hue to the pallid monolith as it glows. Moons always reminded you of solitude, your only companion in those quiet hours of the night. As you watch it pass, you silently hope that you dream of your mysterious suitor again.

Your prayers are answered.

Becoming aware of your surroundings, your eyes scan the room around you. It’s a more intimate setting this time, a quaint stone cottage within a verdant forest. There are strange herbs and flowers hung to dry all about the room, leaving it with a floral, green aroma.

Sitting on the floor in front of a warm, crackling fire, your vision finally adjusts to your dimly lit setting, and you spot the one you had wished for standing just within the doorway.

He smiles warmly as your eyes land on him, exposing a row of perfect teeth. You can’t help but to smile back.

Striding out of the shadows, he joins you by the fire, nestling you against his side. His energy is the same and you can feel it just as strongly as before, entrancing and sultry as the fire before you.

You spend a long moment just looking at him, committing every aspect of his features to memory in case you never get the pleasure of seeing him again.

He’s still got that warm smile on his face as he gazes back at you, making your stomach flutter. His hair falls in perfect golden waves on his shoulders, framing his outstandingly handsome features. His eyes are half-lidded, his pupils blown wide as he looks upon you; his full, pink lips parted.

Feeling the heat in your body rising, spreading across your face and tinging the tips of your ears, you look away shyly.

The connection you feel with this man still baffles you, it doesn't make any sense, leaving you confused and questioning whether you can even trust your own emotions.

Though, you suppose dreams don’t have to make any sense.

Reaching over to you, he brushes a tress of hair away from your face to read your expression, pulling your attention back to him.

You blink sheepishly at him through long lashes as he hooks a finger under your chin, turning you to face him fully. Goosebumps form instantly at the contact, your hairs standing on end as a wistful sigh leaves your lips.

He brings your face so close to his own that you can feel his gentle breaths tickling your lips. The air, the energy between you is like a thunderstorm; intense, restless, and exhilarating.

You revel in the way he touches you like something that threatens to break.

The realisation then hits you that this is your first time seeing him unhidden by his cloak. You take your time in taking in all the new details you had missed, noticing a lengthy scar on the right side of his face, running nearly all the way from his hairline to just below his eye.

He slowly curls a strong arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, never breaking eye contact while doing so. Following his movements obediently, you shift your legs to wrap around his waist as you perch on him; the tips of your noses tickling each other as you adjust yourself.

You want, you crave nothing more than this closeness and contact with him.

After being denied pleasant, consensual human contact for so long, the feeling is intoxicating. It makes your head swim, and your heartbeat race.

Still face to face, you delicately raise your right hand, ghosting the tips of your fingers down the length of his scar, taking great care in case it’s still painful for him. Your fingers buzz and tingle, like nerve endings coming back to life after having fallen asleep.

Lips parting and eyes falling shut at your touch, he presses his forehead against yours.

Your whole body lights up and hums at the sensation, like a static charge. His intense and all-consuming energy surrounds you, threatening to swallow you whole.

And you let it. You let him in.

Holding the doors to your mind open, you begin receiving visions.

Visions of a small boy with tawny hair and bright blue eyes. Visions of the familiar sandy, dual-sunned landscape of Tatooine. Visions of that small boy toiling away in the shop of a cruel junk dealer.

Your eyes fly back open with the newfound understanding that the child was him, that he truly had lived a life like yours.

In this moment, as your heart races and your eyes flit between his, he feels like the person closest to you in the entire world.

He looks back at you with soft eyes. The expression on his face is one that says:

This is me. Do you see it? This is me.

Overwhelmed by the connection, by the painful swelling of your heart in your chest, you let instinct lead rather than logic.

Leaning into him further, you brush your lips just barely over the full curve of his, inviting him to close the distance.

Instantly he relents, capturing your own lips with his, pure passion and intense longing radiating off of him in waves.

As he tangles a large hand in your soft hair, you can feel your heart thumping against your ribcage, your blood rushing through your veins. Draping your arms over his sturdy shoulders, the very air around the two of you feels electric, tingling and crackling with released tension. Lips locking over and over, hands everywhere, tongues tasting each other in the heat of your fiery desire, you send a message through your ministrations.

I see you. You say with every touch of the lips, every tease of his tongue, every rake of your nails across the soft skin of his abdomen. I see you.

When you finally break the session to suck in greedy gasps of much needed air, he bites onto your bottom lip, prolonging the contact for as long as possible. He clutches you tightly, possessively to his strong body, as if you could be ripped from his arms at any moment; his own chest heaving as he breathes.

He slides a large, rough hand up the small of your back, steadying you as you rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. Pressing a feather light kiss to the petal-soft skin of his throat, your eyes slide shut with great satisfaction.

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