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slaptasticturtle · 6 months

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Dark Side

Yandere Male Sith x GN Soldier Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shiphand:"yes my lord."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dread:"make way to Korriban."

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

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

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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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I miss yandere!anakin. please tell me you will bring new work soon. (love you❤)

Learned Lesson

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Anakin Skywalker X Naive! f!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, violence, cut body parts, murder, kidnapped reader, attempted r4pe, obsessive/possessive behaviours, sexually traumatized reader

A/N: Love you too ❤️

Anakin has riddled the man, who tore your clothes and touched your precious skin with his disgusting hands. His body had been cut into pieces, and Anakin's rage still hadn't gone away.

"How could you touch her?" And he stabbed the lightsaber into the man's severed head. Of course you weren't there. He took you back to your warm and safe room. Himself personally. He was very mad when you escaped, but when he found you, you and him... he directed all his anger at that disgusting rat. His poor little angel... If it could, his anger would make his eyes red just like his lightsaber.

How could he touch you? Darth Sidious' apprentice, Darth Vader's vulnerable and fragile angel? Anakin's anger did not go away. He took all the men he saw as animals who wanted to hurt you, and he killed them all one by one. It took him a long time to finally calm down enough to come back to you.

You were crying wrapped in a blanket. Oh, he started to feel all that anger again, but he went up to you and hugged you. You didn't flinched, if you had before, you would have constantly fight back. But now you understand that he is the safest place, right? You realized you needed him to protect you, that he was your destined love. Finally.

"You're not going to try to run away any more, are you?" He pressed your head on his chest. You were sobbing and nodding. "I promise I will make you forget about that moment. I promise I will make it all up to you." He couldn't even get mad at you. How could he? You were so traumatized that he couldn't punish you. You had learned your lesson, but it wasn't enough. Dart Vader's wrath was not going to go away that easily.

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yandere-wishes · 6 months

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IDK what's wrong with me!! But for the love of God, I can't get Darth Nihilus out of my head!! Like how has no one written anything for him yet?!?! He's like the perfect yandere!! A creature whose bearly human anymore, a eldritch abomination whoes voice can destroy entire planets!! You can never escape him, nor kill him cause he's practically the dark side of the force itself!! Bonus points I headcanon that he also has claws!! Someone please send in something for this guy, I need you all KNOW how obsessed I am w/ him!!

😭💓😭💓

#darth nihilus #yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere x you #yandere aesthetic #star wars #knights of the old republic #star wars knights of the old republic #sith lords #darth nihilus x reader #yandere darth nihilus #darth maul #anakin skywalker

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kaleidoscope1967eyes · 1 year

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luke as yandrere

Ooooh, this is an interesting concept. While I can't really see it for canon/legends Luke, I can TOTALLY see it for sith!Luke.

When Luke first met you, he knew you were his. Your face stood out among a crowd of Imperial prisoners; being a sith lord and second-in-command to Emperor Vader, he knew it was fully within his right to claim you as his own, and he did not hesitate to do so.

You were surprised to find that he doesn't treat you with anything other than kindness and devotion. You're more than just his pet--you're his partner, the center of his galaxy, his reason for staying alive in a world full of darkness and anger. Whatever you want, he'll give it to you: affection, money, power, you name it. Hell, he'll even give you your own star system. You have the best quarters on the Executor, where he regularly retires from his duties to spend hours wrapped in your arms.

Now, when it comes to other people, it's a whole different story. Imperial officers initially weren't a fan of you or your influence over the young sith lord, but they quickly learned to fear your presence and what it means for them. Luke won't hesitate to force-choke anyone who even dares to look at you the wrong way. If someone were to actually mistreat you, he'd quickly make an example out of them, publicly and brutally. Even Vader himself knows to be cordial with you, lest he throw Luke into a violent frenzy.

You're all he has, and he's never going to lose you. Never.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker headcanon #dead dove do not eat #yandere luke skywalker #luke skywalker x gn!reader #luke skywalker x you #sith!luke skywalker #sith!luke x reader #my inbox is open #sorry that it takes me forever to finish asks #my fic

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fr-ogii · 11 months

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the jealousy of

yandere!darth vader

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

⚠️ :: violence (not towards reader)

word count :: 1.0k+

-> there isn't much that differentiates yandere!vader from a "normal" darth vader. he's already an incredibly possessive man when it comes to relationships. losing that many people in his more formative years (even though he caused most of the losses) was not good on his brain development. he doesn't become attached easily, but when he does... he gets attached.

-> the biggest difference is his inability to let you go. that's not to say normal vader isn't a bit nervous to lose you, but at least he lets you walk around the ship. he's a bit nervous you'll be targeted by some troopers wishing to have their life ended early, but he trusts that you are strong enough to defend yourself. and if you're not able to fight anybody off, you know well enough to call him for assistance.

-> yandere!vader won't let you go in any sense. don't even dream about seeing anyone else ever.

-> you won't be able to leave your room. a full bathroom is already part of the room, but a kitchen will be added after an unfortunate incident that ended in the death of an innocent boy that was only attempting to deliver food to his chambers.

the day before had been particularly taxing on vader and he had slept in more than he normally does. on any average day, he would be up before 6, but most likely around 5:30. so who's surprised that the sith lord doesn't make his own food? he has it delivered before he starts his day. by the time of the delivery, vader has been up for almost an hour. his suit is on and the helmet is ready to be placed on to open the door and receive the meal. the only one privileged enough to see his face is you.

unfortunately for the poor delivery boy, vader was not up when the boy brought by the food and held his hand up to knock on the thick steel door. the sound reverberated in the large room, causing you to rouse and look at your lover. you've been told to never answer the door, but he was just so tired and you didn't want to wake him. he'd had a tough day.

and so - although it was a foolish decision - you pulled the covers back from your side of the bed and stood. the floor was cold against your feet and so you scampered quickly (and quietly) to the door so the numbing feeling would be over with soon.

another knock rang out as you reached the keypad that would open the door. you repeated the code you had seen vader thumb every time he left the room. a fwishhh accompanied the sliding of the door. the freckled boy before you couldn't have been older than 15, if you had to guess. he was standing next to a cart he no-doubt had been pushing all the way from the kitchen, given that it was stacked with breakfast goodies. fruits were delicately placed in a silver bowl and toast was on a plate right besides it. but, before your eyes could take in what else was on the trays, you heard a squeak coming from the boy in front of you. your eyes snapped towards him before you followed his gaze and spun your head quickly to face what had terrified him so.

the black mask you had grown familiar with was what met your eyes. the darkness radiating off of him reminded you just how comfortable you had gotten around him. he was clearly angry. for a second, you were thankful it wasn’t at you, but then you remembered who it was directed at; the child behind you. say what you want about how you thought he had changed, but you remember the whispered stories of how merciless he was. that was before you met him. you were foolish to think that he could have ever truly changed.

before you could even think of how to deflect the anger onto yourself - anything to save the boy behind you from meeting the horrible fate you knew must be in store for him - the gloved hand reached out and squeezed. sputtering was heard behind you and you could do nothing but watch in terror.

you had gotten too comfortable.

-> no amount of apologies could fix what had just been broken. you both felt betrayed. the sith lord was angry you had disobeyed him and answered the door for anyone. you were (more understandably) angry he had the nerve to kill a child in front of you for merely laying his eyes on you.

“you’re being ridiculous. he is was just a boy. you had no right-”

“i had all the right in the universe. you are mine, don’t you ever forget that.”

-> and so, a kitchen was built in the shared room. to prevent another misfortune from befalling a member of the ship’s workforce, you were moved to another room for the time being.

-> things would take a while to get back to how they once were. they were never normal. how could things be normal when you were trapped in your room for months on end? you hadn't seen beyond the corridor in months - and the only reason you had seen the corridor was when darth vader left to go about his duties every morning and came back every night. if it wasn't for his comings and goings, you very likely would have no idea of how time was passing.

-> being banished to another room entirely was more torturous than you thought it would be. you were foolish to believe that vader was the cause of your boredom. he was at one point, but no longer. you were entertained by only your thoughts and your movements. pacing back and forth for hours at a time left the rug beneath you threadbare; but it gave you something to do.

-> seeing vader again was a breath of fresh air. the days alone had left you craving everything he provided you with. and so, when you heard his signature breathing and laid your foggy eyes on him after being ripped out of a dreamless sleep, you bolted upright and practically threw yourself on top of him.

-> if he wasn't wearing a mask you would have been able to see the smug smirk he held.

he had regained control over you.

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grazieschillivera · 2 years

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Proofing her wrong

Summary: Obi Wan is your former master. After Order 66 and while your master had joined the dark side you fleet away. Since then Obi Wan tries to find you, to finally have you all for himself.

Warnings: Smut; semi-forced relationship (?), kidnapping

Author’s note: not edited/English is not my first language; not fully satisfied with the text but had the urge to still post it

The warm metal of your cuffs started to cut in your hands when you tried your next attempt to leave those dark rooms. Even though you found yourself now on a capital ship, filled with enemies and you were all alone. And for too long, or started to lose your hope. All your friends and allies were gone. You had no idea how to flee but the fear within you fought your uprising hopelessness, only until your heard footsteps along the corridors before the heavy doors opened itself and you got company.

If you weren’t bound to a chair, you would have just run away now, just like the last time when you met your master. He has changed. Only one thing had remained over the last months and that was his love for you, but that was something you couldn’t know yet.

Even though you knew you had the most generous and warmhearted master back then you were afraid when he approached your bound figure. He has turned to the dark side after all and helped Anakin kill all Jedi. You still remember how you had waited in your hideout inside the temple and watched their betrayal in horror before you tried to run away only to get caught by Obi Wan. Out of nowhere he had reached for your little and scared frame and pressed you to himself as if he wanted to comfort you, as if he hadn’t decided to change the sides. And even though his grip on you remained soft and his words were as sweet as before his cruel acts you had to fight back. That’s what you did,so you could flee. But now he had you again.

Obi Wan observed your shaking figure before his gloved hand reached out for your face to cup it gently. His thumb brushed carefully around the wounded skin around your eye.

,,I’m proud of you Y/N. I knew I wouldn’t get you without a proper fight. I hope they weren’t too harsh on you since you seem a bit tired after all, but you will rest soon.’’ Obi Wan said while he pressed your cheek softly. He could feel the uprising fear within you and hushed you, when your stern gaze teared up.

,,There there. You don’t think I brought you here to kill you don’t you? No I want you to join me.’’ Your master said but you turned your head out of his grip.

,,Never. That’s not right, you killed all of us. Our friends. You’re not the master I knew back then.’’ you said tearing up, when your words left your mouth, but Obi Wan stopped your crying. He got down on his knees for you and guided your face back to him again, now more forcefully when you fought against his will.

All those touches felt so forbidden, when you were his padawan he would always keep his professional distance to you. And now he manhandled you just how he wanted, his thumb traced around your lips and he looked at you as if you were a fruit he was about to try. But then he focused again.

,,I fear you’re wrong there, that’s me without any strings attached anymore. Don’t think ill of me please. I sacrificed all of those people that could forbid our love. Don’t you think I haven’t noticed your feelings towards me? I can still feel them now after all this time and it makes me the luckiest man knowing some things haven’t changed between us.’’ Obi Wan said, both of his hands caressed your face like he finally held a trophy in his hands. He savored every second where he could finally touch you. His smiling face left your eyes and wandered over your entire frame for a brief moment.

So all this time he loved you just as you loved him and you were the reason he had turned to the dark side. This was too much for you, your cried out in disbelieve, full of shame.

,,My sweet Y/N don’t cry please I-‘’ said Obi Wand but you couldn’t take it.

,,No! I don’t want to hear it. I will never join you. Not like this.’’ Your voice was strict but your last words felt bittersweet to yourself.

,,My my,I have to say I’m impressed. Holding onto your believes just like we had thought you back then. But you were also so good at following my orders, always so keen on pleasing me, why you have to fight back? Now where there is nothing between us finally. Let go Y/N, you did such a good job.’’ Said your master and you did as you were told. His sweet voice and his demanding grip on you made you weak, only the shame within you held you back. ,,Just give it a taste.’’ Said Obi Wan, almost rather to himself.

His lips pressed softly against yours testing the waters while finally taking control of you. Obi Wans heart raced with pride when he could feel eventually how your lips eagerly followed his movements, making your lips crash together again and again, slowly making you follow his path. He knew how innocent and pure you were but he also knew how he could bend you to his will and now was finally the time. Soft whimpers escaped your mouth when your master became more eager with you. His tongue explored your mouth, savoring your taste and humming approvingly while urging you to become just as curious about your new freedom. With an easy gesture he opened up your handcuffs before his hands roamed around your thighs. You could even feel how you almost instinctively drew closer to him, his hands dragging you carefully towards his lap. But even though this new closeness did things to you, you were still conflicted. Your moans became whimpers again, that Obi Wan tried to hush with wet kisses and soft words regaining your attention. ,,It’s alright Y/N. Just let go for me. Just focus on me.’’

The conflict within you wasn’t solved with Obi Wan’s kisses, quite the opposite.

,,I- I can’t.’’ you managed to say between heavy breathing when you pulled you upper body away from him but without much success. His lips pressed hungry kisses down your jaw and neck while you tried to convince him to stop, not paying attention to you.

,,Still acting so innocent as if you’re not taking part in this. I think you know how much you have me under control as well. And I think you just need some last convictions.’’ Said Obi Wan.

With that he bound your hands behind your back again as you could feel when you wanted to reach out to stop him from tearing your legs apart while he tore of your clothes off. With no further hesitation his lips crashed on your sensitive skin between your thighs. You wanted to scream but you couldn’t breathe properly. Those new feelings and those dirty sounds that came from your master made your cheeks turn hot.

,,Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this. You might hold onto those foolish Jedi believes but your body tells me otherwise.’’ said Obi Wan before diving back in. His arms were tightly wraped around your legs while his tongue licked your clit forcefully and slowly enough to watch you while doing it, he wanted to force you into your pleasure. He was your master after all and wanted just the best for you. And he could get lost in your sweet taste and your even sweeter noises. The vibration of his deep moans made your eyes roll back. But this situation wasnt just for your pleasure. Obi Wan had dreamed of this for so long now. He could feel your will started to break.

He could feel you were close. Searching for more friction your legs trashed around in your masters grip where he pressed them reassuringly,your release would come, if you would give in.

,,Just let go for me Y/N. I just need you as you need me. Let me be your master again, your lover, your husband either way I just need to be with you.’’ Obi Wan said, open mouth kisses were trailed along your inner thighs. The mixed wetness felt cold against your skin. Your former master proved his point when he shoved a finger inside you, having you desperately clench around him. Your eyes were zoned out from the overstimulating feelings. Your mouth hanging wide open but no words left you this time. He had you right were he needed you, no thinking anymore just feeling.

,,Come on my sweet just give in to me. Show me you allow me to take care of you.’’ His words and skilled fingers were too much.

First it was just a weak nod, but Obi Wan wanted to hear it from you. And he waited patiently, observing your inner fight with amusment and pity that he was about to win. He understood your dilema,you have always been loyal to the Jedi codex. But you would soon remember who your real master is and learn to follow him again.At last when you said that you were his he finally gave you your release.

With a smug grin Obi Wan looked at your broken figure that belong to him now. You looked so adorable when you were worn out by him, waking the urge in him to comfort you.

He scooped you up into his arms before he straightened himself up. Searching for more closeness you twisted your hands in his dark robes, leaning your head against his chest, finally having his familiar scent in your nose. It reawakened old good memories, reminding you why you fell in love with him.

,,The Empire is still hunting all of you. Why do you think I was so eager to find you first? No one touches you my love. Not while you are with me.’’ he said while carrying you to his bed and laid you down on it. You had no idea if Obi Wan wanted you to become a Sith as well or if he just wanted you to stay in his chambers, you were just to tired to think this through. Right now you needed some rest and comfort.

To your surprise you could once again feel how your hands were bound together when Obi Wan positioned you on his sheets, still standing behind you, eyeing you up with pure obsession. His gloves traced along your neck and back before he got a harsh grip around your hips.

,,But first I think I’m the one now who needs some last convictions.’’ He hummed to himself.

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kavaeroexe · 2 years

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PreSith!obi-wan : you'll never go to their stupid rules of Jedi, you're my padawan and you are not going anywhere

Y/N : i never said i want to be a jedi

Y/N : i just said lemme go from this room and let me see master Windu's corpse on the ground and i want to steal his magenta-ish lightsaber

PreSith!Obi-wan : you have your dual lightsaber, its red like your blood.

Y/N : well guess what, im a new general griveous.

#star wars writing #star wars #yandere star wars #star wars x reader #star wars hc #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #sith obi wan #yandere obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect quotations

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madmanwonder · 23 days

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

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

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

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

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kneamet · 2 years

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Hi hi hi :D I loved my beautiful madness, by the way <3 I'm not sure if i could request again but can i put in another request but this time it's for Obi-Wan Kenobi or Patrick Mckenna? I had this idea from listening to the song Meant to be yours and it made me think of two ideas: a. Sith!Obi-Wan hunting down Jedi Knight!Reader as she hides during order 66, but then Obi-Wan starts professing his feelings for the reader in a very very twisted way (The lyric i based this idea from was "You were meant to be mine, i am all that you need! You cut open my heart, [you] can't just leave me to bleed!") There could be two endings to it (it's up to you if you want to add this part in hihi) 1. Reader comes out of hiding and willingly surrenders to Obi-Wan, something happens that makes the reader give in to the dark side (can be the obsessive joy that comes from Obi-Wan, or can be a short kiss) 2. Reader manages to make Obi-Wan snap and he accidentally *ahem* kills the reader; Obi-Wan has to live with the guilt of losing his love for the rest of his life AND b, Patrick and reader are dating (well, in Patrick's perspective he and the reader are dating), but then the Reader says she wants to separate herself from him, which angers Patrick and scares the reader into staying with him (Based on the lyric "You toss me out like i was trash, for that, you should be dead) and then it ends with Patrick just trying to calm the reader down from his outburst Hehe thanks so much!

The stars all belong to the Gods

Trigger Warning: angst, fear, yandere, obsession

Word Count: 2345

Character: sith!obi-wan kenobi/reader

Summary: Death could not be denied, death could not be avoided; Obi-Wan was death. Frightened by his own power, turned to the dark side, fell under the power of Darth Sidious, he was lost. Obi-Wan was mired in darkness, wrapped in the thinnest threads of madness, but he never forgot about you. The distant stars fell under his tears when he, unable to touch, watched you.

When Obi-Wan rose, the stars lit up in the sky. A great Jedi who lost a master at a young age, fought a Sith, did not succumb to the dark side — there were legends about Obi-Wan in the temple. And while the adult Jedi were whispering about him, the younglings were inspired by his story until they learned the terrible news — their revered symbol turned to the dark side, betrayed the codex and thrust a lightsaber into a student on a fiery Mustafar. When Obi-Wan fell, the only thing you felt was emptiness. An all-consuming, all-encompassing, dreary emptiness. The words struck you like thunder, and while the master was leaving, you looked at the floor in an eclipse, did not believe.

Old acquaintances, padawans with a forbidden connection, you did not hide secrets from each other, trusted each other, supported each other. Even when Obi-Wan had a student, even when there were moments of sadness and separation, you always knew: you have him, he has you — and your forbidden bond is one. Bitter nights, as soon as the walls were cold, pressed, and the dream was the worst nightmare, he came to you, saved you from a fictional villain and hugged, kissed the top of your head with weathered lips. His big rough hands stroked back, and his head lay on his shoulder — and the rest of the dream passed.

You swear when the sand of Tatooine winds in your squinting eyes, leaving grains of sand in the folds of your nondescript clothes. Boots tread on hard sand. The house — the cave, to tell the truth — in which you live was far from the city and all thanks to Order 66; an order that changed your entire former life. Sighing, you look down. There is very little time left before home and your day repeats itself from time to time: dawn is the beginning of wakefulness, day is work, sunset is sleep.

You had the fate of a martyr, and it was unclear why you continue to exist — to create or destroy? How many deaths were on your hands — and it doesn't matter, Sith, civilians — how many destroyed houses, broken destinies. How many children... Victims of your stupidity, naivety! disbelief that Obi-Wan could betray the rules, the Council, and you. His ashen body — which was in peacetime, your time, glowing, freckled — burned to scars.

Deprived of all the benefits, ruined by your own aspirations, stopped by the masters, you exiled yourself, hid in the darkness of darkness, having no light. The Jedi are gone, life is over. Reproaching yourself, eating your soul and heart with memories of poor children, you had to hide on Tatooine, in a world of sand and sadness, forgotten ideas and people. The sun was your eternal companion, withstood all the aching pain, absorbed doubts and worries, disturbed the heart.

The Sith became the lords of thoughts; seized power, possessed minds, exterminated former Jedi. There were quite a few rumors about one of the most formidable Sith — Darth Lant, famous for his elegant cruelty, exhaustion and seductive voice. He was a fallen Jedi, General Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi, your Obi. He forgot everything, burned fiercely and left half-ruined cities in ashes behind him, but succumbed to the influence of your charms, gently and menacingly, to the point of trembling, whispering words of love and gently caressing.

His straw-colored hair has become stiff, long, and his hands are always wearing gloves. Obi-Wan came to you in your dreams, talked with the intonation of approaching danger and continued to talk about meeting soon. He, like the white knight, saved you from terrible monsters — which he was — and began to attack you with special pleasure. It was a shame to admit it, but the old, such familiar movements brought back the lost dignity and excitement, brought out of the terrifying confusion and pain in which the heart had been fully immersed for the last two years, and you again recalled those carefree days with little Kenobi.

He directed dreams, created them for you and built castles in the air. He came up to you with a grin, took advantage of confusion and defenselessness: he walked around from the side of the leading hand and put a sword to his throat. He enjoyed, he rejoiced, played like a child. He is your death, your time, your space, your pain. And he will be your executioner.

Your door creaks, and you immediately feel something wrong. Straining your gut, connecting with the Force — I am one with the Force — you inspect a familiar house: a bed, a carpet, wooden cabinets and a wardrobe. Your hands sweat, breathing slows down when you forcefully hear the world you know, a familiar personality, a favorite whisper. Clenching your teeth, you squeeze your lips and want to rush to the closet, but you stood there, as if chained... or someone else's the Force.

"Oh, darling, you have no idea what it's like to see you alive and completely at my mercy," a voice murmured from behind. There was a rustling, incomprehensible sounds. Obi-Wan was coming out of the second room, smiling and playfully shaking his head. "I've been dreaming about meeting you for a long time... You've changed so much in the last two years... You look different in holograms. I keep every one of them."

Long, matted hair covered an overgrown face, on which there were several scars; one healed scar crossed an eye. The light eyes turned yellow — dangerous, possessed and vindictive, such as only Sith have. The eyes of an animal, not a human. His clothes were dark, malicious, worn, and there were scars on the exposed parts of his body. Having lost his beauty, he remembered the annoying words of the code. It was driven into the head, securely fixed in it.

"I can touch you!" Obi-Wan said with childish delight, touching your face distorted in anger. His hand was shaking, but you could see the broken, bitten nails on his fingers. He barely touched you, as his face immediately transformed: he licked his lips, opened his mouth and looked at you with an incomprehensible shade of sadness. His palm continued to stroke cheek, gently and weightlessly, as if he was afraid to touch you. "You're so real..."

"Let me go, Obi-Wan," you said through the pain in your throat, through Kenobi's the Force, but he only frowned. The fingers pressed lightly on the skin. "Please..."

"Darling, don't, you won't run away. You know perfectly well that I am stronger than you. All the masters talked about it. Or should I remind you of our sparring sessions?"

"I remember them well, Obi-Wan, and I remember that you lost in the last."

"Obi-Wan lost, darling, but Darth Lant didn't lose. I could fight you now," he ran his hand over your shoulder, slowly descending lower and lower, "but I don't see any fun in it. You're weak, but you're so adorable!

It was getting painful to stand. Obi-Wan kept saying something, turning away from you, but his words flew by, didn't seem true. He stood slouched, his shoulders were heavy, his posture tense. Kenobi looked like a king surrounded by disappointed subjects; even now, no matter how much he tried to appear mocking, goofy, menacing, there was universal fatigue in him. Fatigue from the world, fatigue from the laws, fatigue from misunderstanding. Obi-Wan was promised freedom, but he continued to feel the shackles on ankles.

There was a sweet lie in the words of Darth Sidious, which he fell for. The Dark Lord looked solid, scary and creepy; Obi-Wan was kneeling in front of him, humbly lowering his head and whispering words of forgiveness with his lips, he did everything right, he did it for you! it seemed to him few years ago. But death had no love, she was a vile, mocking creature, whose wounds he successfully mashed.

In the dark, where only red and gold existed, Obi-Wan was the hero of the ashes; he emerged from the heat and pain as a champion, but continued to dream of happiness. His life was hectic and not alive, and death remained adamant. For death life was a scar — people don't live, but heal; life is a sore, a burr, a blister or a pimple. Obi-Wan had all the time in the world to retire and subdue his thoughts, but they continued to remain intrusive, free.

In moments of sadness, in moments of pain and despair, the only thing he thought about was you — your face and a sweet smile, a brisk temper and a sharp laugh, warm hugs and eternal criticism of the objectionable. Obi-Wan couldn't do anything with himself; during the fights, the murders, in the midst of the corpses of adults and children, the screams of men and the crying of women, while his trembling hand clutched a lightsaber and his face was sweaty, he thought about you. Tossing and turning on hard beds, getting lost and connecting with you in dreams; and while Darth Lant was conquering the world, Obi-Wan couldn't conquer you. His heart sank every time you turned away from him.

His palate had its throat cut long ago.

The silence was deafening. Obi-Wan, lost in thought to the core, suddenly turned to you with a confused face. His eyes seemed bright again for a couple of seconds, mired in blue and calm, and his face seemed transformed — he seemed young, handsome and yours again. The former Obi, who was not afraid to show love, who overcame madness and doubts; the former Obi-Wan, who loved you, and you loved him. What has changed?

"You... Do you want to come with me?" he was naive, he came up again and touched you. His the Force was weakening, but you continued to stay in place and not move. "I can give you the whole world!" his gaze is soulless and cold, but there is beauty in it; beauty is different, unknown. Frightening beauty. "I'll give you everything you want, I'll give you everything that's left! Just let me love you up close again... Just be mine again, please..."

He was different from what he was in dreams. You looked at him carefully and, like a second, he will fall to his knees in front of you. The rumors that spread from mouth to mouth in the city were not confirmed: in the stories of your friends, sellers in the market, ordinary workers, he appeared in the form of a terrible figure, carrying thousands of deaths, cold and torture. An evil Sith who abandoned the Codex and the Jedi; a big, scary and ironic man for whom life is just entertainment, and demise is a snap of two fingers.

"Obi-Wan, please..."

"No! Why don't you want to listen to me?! What did I do wrong?" he exclaimed, and his eyes watered for a second from the sunlight from the window. There's a damn empty desert there, no souls and only peace. Did he really want this outcome? Why did he serve the Sith? "You were meant to be mine, I am all that you need!"

A second — and something squeezes the neck, something tightens. The body rises up, you try unsuccessfully to grab air with your mouth. The breath disappears, the nose lays, the words are lost and useless. The lower jaw and stomach are shaking, the body is numb. Thousands of moments and memories flash before eyes, millions of images from a past life flash by; a life so happy, serene... That life when you were naive, because you thought you could save a fallen warrior, heal wounds.

The second second — the two of you are lying in his apartment, wrapped in a warm blanket and looking at the dark ceiling. Your hands are tightly clasped, and while Obi-Wan whispers to you sweet passions, stupidities and promises stars, you purse your lips, looking at his face — in his eyes, giving off blue, like water in the purest sea, you selflessly drown. His voice — his alluring, forbidden and such a charming voice — extraordinary.

"You cut my heart! Left me!"

The third second — and Obi-Wan's face is distorted in anger. You take your last breath, it gets dark in your eyes, and your body falls to the dirty floor. You forget yourself, you die, you don't see how Obi-Wan's eyes turn blue again, yours. He runs up to you with an invisible expression, says something, begs for help, tries to lift you up, staggers and wraps his rough hands around you. No, no, no! The thought of death pierces through the heart, empties and almost stops beating; there is a deafening ringing in the ears.

His head bends down, and Obi-Wan touches your body with it — soulless, inanimate... He wants to scream, turn off in the languor of self-immolation, turn back time and change everything. A shaking hand ran through your tangled, clean hair, Obi-Wan hoped that you could feel him, forgive him. He hugged you, throwing the sword far away, and cried.

He kissed your back, and now he inflicted thousands of wounds there. He whispered words of tenderness to you, and now he muttered threats. Beauty remained with you even now, at the moment lost for him, when it is unknown where to move now? and will he be able to forgive himself for this nightmare? Obi-Wan returns to the house and everything is the end of life: he, absorbed and brought up by the darkness, dies, only Darth Lant remains.

Obi-Wan looked at your exhausted body and tried to preserve it. A person had a choice — a choice to love, a choice to die, a choice to be or to be, a choice to keep cold or to burn, but Obi-Wan had no choice. There was no free will. Devoid of love, devoid of emotions, devoid of home and sleep, he gets up by force, grabbing a sword, and looks at you for the last time. Darth Lant pressed his lips together and, looking away, left the cave, leaving behind his fears, his beloved and his choice.

When Obi-Wan fell, the stars cried, died.

and here im back, hooray! @jjeresano-euler, im sorry if there was something wrong and u can always ask for something else and ill write (including your second idea with patrick). i hope you enjoyed it!

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kingofthelizardpeople · 1 year

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Rey force chokes one of her stormtroopers

Rey: How could they escape!?

The trooper falls dead to the floor and Rey storms of to her chambers

Rey: You know that I can feel your presence?

Y/N shrieks as Rey pulls them out from under the bed with the force

Rey pins Y/N to the wall

Rey: We will continue your training tomorrow

Y/N meekly: Yes my master

#yandere #x reader #empress rey #rey palpatine #sith rey #darth rey #yandere rey palpatine x reader #yandere rey x reader #yandere rey

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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you are doing well! Could I ask you to write about Darth Vader?

It's Anakin

AO3

Pairings: Yandere! Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker X f!Reader

Summary: He's not the person he used to be, but you want to believe that he is.

Warnings: Yandere, obsession, possession, stalking, kidnapping, manipulating

You felt like you were being followed. The more you plunged into the crowd, the more you felt like you were in danger. You were overwhelmed as if there were hundreds of faces looking at you, and you watched your quick steps give way to running. Anakin Skywalker. The twisted young man who swore to get stronger. He's the man who let the dark side lure him and now he's hunting you. He always dreamed of being with you, and he was a Jedi back then. Obi-Wan didn't try to separate him from you until his attachment to you became a problem. Maybe if Obi-Wan hadn't interfered at all, it would have been different today, who knows?

You hid behind a ship unnoticed by anyone and waited, that was the best you could do. Darkness made it easier for you to hide, or so you hoped. The crowd was noisy and hurried, making it impossible to figure out who was lurking.

"Please let me be wrong, please don't be you." You whispered while holding the necklace Anakin gave you as a gift. He wore it around your neck after he confessed his love for you. You didn't want to throw it away, you always wanted to remember him good.

But witnessing the huge ship being thrown into the air with an incredible force proved that he had no trace of goodness left.

The huge ship flew into the air as if it was a toy piece.

You couldn't believe it so much that your mouth was left open in horror. It seemed like he kept his word to the full extent.

Anakin has become frighteningly powerful.

And it scared the hell out of you.

They had already surrounded you before you tried to escape. And he was in front of you. Even if you couldn't see behind the mask, you knew it was him.

"I told you." He stood where he was.

"You are out of your head."

He took his time by walking slowly. His cape made his look more intimidating in the darkness. You gasped as his towering body closer to you. He wasn't the same person you knew.

"Maybe." He touched your face. "I told you I'd catch you."

You lowered your head, accepting defeat. "What will happen now?"

He didn't say anything for a while. His silence was starting to worry you, so he took his hand off your face and took off his mask. His eyes, his hair, his lips... They were all the same as you remember, but tougher, more threatening.

"You will join me." There was no room for resistance in his tone. His eyes burned with a strange sparkle, he looked at you with those twisted eyes, as if he hadn't just threw an entire ship at the risk of dozens of innocent lives.

You didn't want to show your fear, but he already felt it. If it was going to make you be with him, he would spread fear to the entire galaxy.

"Or..?" He smiled when he heard your hesitant voice. He knew you wanted Anakin, that you missed him sp much, but he wasn't Anakin anymore. Seeing the conflict of this in your eyes made him feel stronger. He was definitely going to use Anakin to keep you.

He came close to your ear and gave his warm breath. "Do you really want to know, my angel?"

Your body was stiffened by his cold-blooded tone, and you tried to send the tears that had placed in your eyes by blinking. "I don't recognize you." you whispered in frustration. "What happened to you?"

Anakin moved his hands around his neck and pulled out the necklace he was hiding. "Nothing, my angel. It's me, your love."

You couldn't hold back the tears as you looked at his necklace in amazement. Then he reached for your necklace and caressed it. "I knew you were keeping it. You could never forget me." He put his mask back on and took your body, which looked like it was about to break, in his arms.

"Anakin."

It came out in the form of a whisper, as if you wanted to make sure that it was indeed him. You tried to make sure that Anakin was the one who took you into his arms.

#yandere anakin skywalker x reader #yandere anakin skywalker #yandere darth vader x reader #yandere darth vader #yandere star wars x reader #yandere star wars #sith anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars #darth vader #it's anakin

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yandere-wishes · 6 months

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Idk why I think most Sith lords are hot 😔😔 unfortunately most of them aren't in any shows/movies and go completely unnoticed by the fandom (or at least the x reader part of it). If Darth Bane, Darth Revan, and Darth Nihilus made an appearance in tv media I'm pretty sure they'd acquire quite the fanbase. I really hope Disney wakes up and starts using these awesome characters~💜💜

#star wars #sith lords #star wars headcanons #yandere #yancore #yandere x you #yandere x reader #darth nihilus #darth maul #darth vader #darth bane #darth plagueis #darth revan

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sunniebabe99 · 2 years

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Dreams Turned to Nightmares- 3

Warnings: ABUSE, choking, degrading, Obi-wan is not nice right now-. manipulation and gaslighting.

Summary- Y/n takes time to reflect on recent events...

Y/n had been sitting in the bed for the longest time. Their food had gone cold on the silver tray. They seemed lost in thought as everything came crashing down on them as they realized their situation.

They were kidnapped.

There is a possibility the Order doesn't know Y/n's location.

Master Qui Gon was dead.

Master Qui-Gon was dead…the image of him being stabbed by Obi-Wan's blood-red blade was still fresh in their mind. They seemed to sink deeper into the bed and held their head as they tried to push that scene away…

They had not worked with the Jedi Master often. But he was a wise and good man…he always offered them wisdom in times of trouble.

Tears trickled down their cheeks as they then thought of Anakin who was fortunately only knocked unconscious but now lacked a Master to train him and his father figure.

The young man was always so full of life and always chatting with them whenever he could, it was something he hadn't grown out of since he was a young boy. Y/n had been annoyed by it at first but soon grew fond of the young man's company.

They wondered if he was ok…and if they were looking for them.

They sighed and rubbed their face before looking up at the large bedroom.

They steadied themselves before getting up and hobbled to the large bathroom that sat across from the bed. It had two sinks and a large mirror, a very large shower that seemed to also double as an in-ground bathtub. It was very luxurious…

They honestly just wanted to use the bathroom. Having been in bed for who knows how long.

They struggled a bit to relieve themselves before washing their hands and going back to the bedroom. They stopped and looked out the window. It seemed to be a balcony.

So out of curiosity they moved to the large window and opened it. They stepped out onto the balcony, feeling a warm breeze hit their form. They moved and leaned on the balcony ledge and looked down.

Two stories.

There were also guards stationed below them at another door. They looked around the perimeter and saw nothing but a green Forest. But there was a dirt trail that led out to the distance. Possibly to a larger populated area.

They could plan all they wanted but they were currently useless with their leg being broken. It would be suicide to try and leave now.

Y/n shivered and then finally noticed how thin this nightgown was. They moved back inside and closed the window doors.

It was as boring as ever. Looking around with nothing to do. No way to escape…yet.

There was a sudden knock at the door. Y/n looked up from their sitting position on the armchair. One leg draped across one of the arms and their back leaning on the other as they swung their uninjured leg.

Obi-Wan came in and had a plate of food in one hand.

He smiled slightly at the sight of them. Never in all the years that he had known them had they ever sat in a chair correctly.

"Don't understand why you bother knocking. You're the one who kidnapped me" they muttered as they fiddled with their sleeves.

"Oh then if you'd rather me barge in I'd be happy to oblige," he said, dripping with sarcasm.

His small smile on his lips faded when he saw the untouched food on the tray from earlier. He let out a disappointed sigh and moved into the bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind him.

"You didn't eat" he stated the obvious. Y/n looked over to him and then the full tray of food.

"No, I didn't." They replied.

It was quiet as he set the new tray of food down on the coffee table near Y/n. his annoyance dripping off him.

They could feel his annoyance but his outside demeanor was so calm that it frightened her.

“You will starve if you don't eat…” He said to Y/n as he looked at the Female Jedi who seemed to shrink slightly at his piercing gaze.

“I am pretty sure I know how the human body works but thank you for” they were cut off by an invisible force cutting off their oxygen. Their eyes widened as they struggled for air. Moving a hand to their throat shakily.

“As much as I love your quick-witted remarks. Shut up.” He growled out. Y/n squirmed in the chair, choking and wheezing for air as their vision blurred to the sides, they squirmed so much that they fell out of the chair and onto the floor on their side as they choked.

“You seem to not get it…you don't get a choice” Obi-wan hissed as he let his hand fall. Y/n gasped for air and let the oxygen flood back into their lungs. Sputtering and taking deep breaths.

“You will eat, you will drink. Or I swear I will force feed you and put a tube down your throat as much as it would pain me to do so” He said. A stray hair went out of place as he yelled at Y/n.

Y/n held their throat in slight pain as they crawl back, hitting the bedroom wall behind them. Y/n looked up to Obi-wan who took a few steps over to them. His figure was bigger as it towered over them. His yellow eyes glowed as a dark aura surrounded him. It was almost suffocating against Y/n’s light aura.

He could sense their fear. They were terrified, wounded, and unarmed in a place they did not know. He almost felt a bit of pity set inside himself as he started to calm down.

“Don't make me say it again, I am a man of my word and you should know that by now,” he said to them. He then gestured to the food that waited for them on the coffee table and waited. Taking a step back to give them room.

They wordlessly crawled to the table after breaking eye contact with him before looking at the food and picking up the fork near the plate. They were slow and took a small bite, it was delicious and made their mouth water. They wanted to eat faster but were busy trying to fight the sob that was fighting its way out of them. Fat tears trailed down their cheeks as they ate more. Obi-wan watched them take each bite and moved to the empty armchair.

He hated seeing them cry.

“You brought this on yourself…if you had listened to me then you wouldn't have been punished. I only want you to be healthy my Dove…” He said as he leaned forward and put a hand on their head, stroking their hair in a comforting way.

They couldn't bring themselves to say anything as they swallowed their meal.

After they were done, Obi-Wan took the trays out of the room and left them to their own devices as they sat on the floor. Looking blankly at the coffee table before a loud sob wrecked their body.

They needed to get out of here, or they needed the Order to hurry up and find them already.

The night came quickly as they calmed down after crying their hearts out. They had a bit more exploring to do and found a closet. It was a walk-in that had plenty of clothes but one single aesthetic that seemed to fit all of the Sith. it ranged from feminine, masculine, and even gender-neutral clothing. Obi-wan knew they held no preference for gender so he simply gave them variety.

They gently touched the soft fabrics and looked at all of the shoes and accessories. It seems he intends for them to stay here for a very long time.

They picked out what seemed to be a long night shirt and changed before crawling back into bed. Hoping that they would not meet a certain sith in their dreams as they drifted off.

What was strange was that they did not see him that night for the Sith had stayed up the whole night in his study, reading a book that was open to a chapter on a specific Force Legend…Force Dyads.

Part 4

#obi wan x y/n #sith obi wan #Sith Obi-wan x Y/n #obi wan fanfic #Yandere Obi-wan #fandom writing #star wars #star wars au #Sith!Obi-wan #Dreams Turned to Nightmares

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icouldntfinditsoiwroteit · 2 years

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

Vampires are able to notice force sensitives by how they smell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There are also vampire Jedi

But what about dark side users?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tranquil-turbulence · 9 months

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SS Month ‘23 - Day 22

Day 21 | Day 22 | Day 23

Prompt: Star Wars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S- Sasuke…”

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

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

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

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

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

“You… you’re going to stay?”

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

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

#sasusaku month 2023 #star wars au #slight yandere #sith sasuke #jedi naruto #murder mention tw #dark themes #dead dove do not eat #sasusaku

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