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Prologue: Shadows of the Empire

The city reeked of oil and smoke, the stench of industry replacing the scent of anything natural. The air was thick with soot, choking out the stars above, leaving the streets below in an artificial twilight. Once, this had been home. Now, it was just another Imperial outpost, another conquered world where survival was dictated by credits and cruelty.

The siblings knew this better than anyone.

They huddled in the narrow alley between two rusted-out buildings, their bodies hidden in the deep shadows. The hum of a passing speeder made them press tighter against the cold durasteel wall. The younger one shivered, but they made no sound. Years of living under the Empire’s boot had made silence second nature.

“We’re not staying here,” the eldest whispered, voice sharp yet quiet. “Too exposed.”

The middle sibling nodded, adjusting the frayed cloak wrapped around the youngest—their most precious treasure. Their sister.

She was frail, too pale in the dim light, her breath too shallow for comfort. She was always like this. Always weak. But she was also theirs. And if the galaxy wanted to take her, it would have to go through them first.

They moved quickly, slipping through the streets like ghosts, avoiding patrols and droids. The Empire didn’t care about street rats, but stormtroopers were bored creatures, and bored creatures found entertainment in cruelty.

Their shelter was a cramped room in the lower levels of the city, deep enough that the Imperial patrols rarely ventured down. It wasn’t much—just a stolen mattress, a few crates acting as makeshift furniture, and an old heater that barely worked. But it was theirs.

The eldest pulled back a loose panel in the wall, revealing their stash: a handful of credits, a small ration pack, and a rusted vibroblade. Not enough. Never enough.

“We need more,” they muttered.

The middle sibling frowned. “We just got back. We are exhausted.”

“We don’t have a choice.”

They all knew it was true. The rations wouldn’t last the week. The credits were barely enough for clean water, let alone medicine. And their sister—she needed medicine.

“I can go,” the middle sibling offered, but the eldest shook their head.

“No. Stay with her.”

The younger one stirred, eyes fluttering open. “Don’t go.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

The eldest hesitated. How could they refuse her?

“I’ll be back before you know it,” they promised. A lie. They never knew when—or if—they’d come back.

And then they were gone, swallowed by the night.

The market was dangerous, but it was also necessary. It bustled with merchants selling everything from stolen Imperial tech to rotting fruit. The eldest moved through the crowd with practiced ease, hands quick, eyes sharper.

They spotted a vendor counting credits, distracted. A slight bump, a murmured apology, and a handful of credits disappeared into their sleeve. A risk, but a calculated one.

They turned a corner, scanning for their next target, when they froze.

A squad of stormtroopers stood near a checkpoint, talking to a man in a fine coat. A bureaucrat. Imperial. The kind of man who saw lives as numbers on a datapad.

The eldest started to back away when they caught something—a whisper through the Force. A presence. Familiar.

Their sister.

Their blood ran cold.

She wasn’t here, she was back in their shelter—wasn’t she?

They turned on their heel and ran.

The middle sibling paced, hands clenched. It had been too long. The eldest should have been back by now.

The youngest stirred again, murmuring something incoherent. Her fever had worsened.

A knock at the door.

The middle sibling froze, hand hovering over the stolen vibroblade.

Another knock.

Then, a voice—smooth, confident.

“You’ve been difficult to find.”

The door slid open.

And standing there, clad in dark robes, was him.

Darth Vader.

Their worst nightmare.

Their inevitable doom.

And the only being in the galaxy who wanted their sister as much as they did.

I hope you enjoyed the prologue! I do have the 1st chapter done but it still needs to be edited! So it may be come out tomrrow or the day after, depending on how my work is. What do y'all think so fair? I know it is just the prologue but is there anyone y'all want to see be added as a yandere or just a side character? <3 SkeletalScribe

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Hi hi! So I know I was suppose to be editing a royal fic but I got into a super star wars mood so now y'all are going to have to suffer through it, sorry not sorry- SkeletalScribe

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Platonic Yandere Zombie

the world had changed overnight. What once felt like a routine of mundane days was now a crumbling wreck of chaos and fear. You'd learned the hard way that trust was rare, and those who remained had to cling to each other like survivors in a shipwrecked storm. It was in this apocalypse that you met him— him, the zombie who wasn’t like the others.

At first, you thought he was just another mindless creature, but his eyes—they held something else. Humanity, buried beneath layers of decay and rot. He didn’t lunge for you like the others. No, instead, his gaze followed you with a sort of cautious curiosity. You had learned to avoid the infected, but something about him felt different, like he was still... waiting for something.

Over time, you realized he wasn’t a threat—not to you, at least. He would follow from a distance, keeping pace with your movements. Sometimes, when you found food, he would silently stand by, watching, waiting, as if unsure whether to approach. You never let him near, not wanting to take any risks, but you’d occasionally leave small scraps of food near him, watching as he would greedily eat. Maybe it was some form of respect between two creatures left on the brink of extinction.

You could never understand why he acted the way he did, but in the stillness of the night, when the world around you was deathly quiet, you’d sometimes hear a low, gravelly sound—a sort of groan that wasn’t one of hunger or rage. It was something else. A plea. Or maybe an understanding. You weren’t sure.

You had no idea what the future held for the two of you, but you found comfort in his silent company, knowing that there was something pure in his strange, broken existence. Even in the apocalypse, where every day felt like a battle for survival, you weren’t alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The night had fallen heavy, the kind of quiet that set the air thick with unease. You weren’t sure if it was the dark or the eerie feeling that crept up your spine, but something didn’t feel right. The sounds of the world outside the remnants of the abandoned building were too still. You’d been scavenging alone for the better part of the afternoon, trying to find anything useful for the coming days, but your luck had run out when you ventured a little too far.

There was a growl. Low at first, but unmistakable—the sound of something hungry.

Your heart raced as you glanced over your shoulder, and you cursed under your breath. A small group of infected had stumbled into your path, eyes glassy with the unmistakable hunger of the mindless. They were slow but relentless, shambling closer as you backed up into a corner of the wreckage. You had no way out.

Your hands shook as you pulled out the small knife you had left, knowing it wouldn't do much but buy you a few moments of time. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and you instinctively looked for any possible escape route. There was none.

Then, you heard it—the unmistakable sound of slow, heavy footsteps. Not from the infected, but from something else.

Through the dim light, you could just make out a figure standing in the doorway, a hulking silhouette in the shadows. His eyes glowed faintly, an eerie amber hue in the night. He hadn’t followed you in, not yet. But he was there—watching. The zombie, the one you’d come to think of as your strange companion, was standing at the edge of the room, a safe distance away, his rotting body frozen as he observed the situation.

Your breath caught in your throat. Panic set in as the infected grew closer. You weren’t going to make it. Not without a miracle.

But then—something shifted. The zombie moved.

He lunged forward with a speed that didn’t seem possible for his decaying body. The infected nearest to you turned with a screech, distracted by the powerful grip he locked onto the closest one’s throat. With a swift motion, he tore into it, blood splattering in the dim light as he threw the body aside. His movements weren’t graceful, but they were furious, driven by some primal instinct.

The rest of the infected hesitated for a moment, unsure what to make of this sudden and unusual threat, but then they advanced, hungry as ever. You didn’t have time to wonder why he was doing this. With a sudden snarl, he threw himself into the fray, his torn clothes snagging on the rubble as he tore apart the infected with vicious determination.

Your legs gave way, and you sank to the floor, watching in shock and awe as the zombie you’d come to know as nothing more than a silent, broken creature fought to protect you. His twisted form—decaying, damaged—had become a weapon, a force of nature. And you were the one he was fighting for.

The sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing filled the room, and it wasn’t long before only the silence of the aftermath remained. The air was thick with blood, and the scent of death lingered heavily.

He stood over the last of the fallen, breathing heavily—if it could even be called breathing. His glowing eyes turned to you, and for the first time, you could swear you saw something like recognition there. It wasn’t a deep understanding or a moment of clarity. It was more like an unspoken bond, something only the two of you could comprehend.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to. Slowly, you stood up, your legs still trembling from the terror of the moment. You wiped a trembling hand across your face, feeling the sweat and blood mix, but you were alive.

And in that moment, you knew something had changed between you and the zombie—something stronger than fear, stronger than the darkness of the world. He hadn’t saved you out of any need for survival or hunger. He had saved you because, for reasons you couldn’t explain, he had chosen to.

The question of what this strange bond meant would come later. But for now, you were alive. And in the chaos of the apocalypse, that was enough. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ink here! We have a lot of drafts and ideas that we will be posting! Scribe has a platonic pirate story that is being edited right now that she can't wait but to post! It is a pretty big one so it may take a bit! But I hope you enjoyed this one! Yours truly, Ink

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Two Loves, One Cage

You never expected to find yourself in a world where love twisted into something dark, obsessive, and dangerous. But here you were, caught in the suffocating embrace of two people whose affection for you bordered on madness.

It all started innocently enough. A chance encounter with Evelyn, the mysterious heiress with hauntingly beautiful eyes and a smile that could light up the room. She was kind, charming, and seemed genuinely interested in you, or so you thought. But then came Vance, her fiancé, a man of intense gaze and a quiet demeanor that only hid the storm of possessiveness beneath.

At first, it was flattering—the attention, the way they always seemed to show up when you needed something, the way they remembered every little detail about you. But over time, you began to notice the cracks in their perfect smiles, the way their hands would linger a little too long, the way they subtly moved in sync, as though you were their shared prize.

One night, after a party, they invited you back to their estate. The air felt heavy as they led you inside, their fingers brushing yours in an unspoken promise. You felt your heart race, not from excitement, but from the growing sense that something wasn’t right.

“Do you love us?” Evelyn asked, her voice sweet but edged with something dangerous. Her eyes glinted with an unsettling intensity as she stepped closer to you, her hand gently tracing the side of your face.

“I… I care about you both,” you stammered, your words feeling like they might betray you.

Vance stepped forward, his presence overwhelming. “Caring isn’t enough,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “You’re ours, whether you like it or not.”

Suddenly, you realized the truth: you were a prisoner, but not in the way you had once imagined. They weren’t holding you with chains—they held you with their love, twisted and warped until it had consumed you entirely.

Evelyn wrapped her arms around you from behind, her lips brushing your neck. “You’ll never leave us,” she whispered softly, her breath hot against your skin. “We’ll never let you go.”

Vance smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “No one else could love you the way we do. No one else could care for you like we can.”

You tried to pull away, tried to escape, but there was no running from them—not now. They had already entwined themselves into every part of you, until you couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t there, watching, waiting, loving you in the only way they knew how.

You had become their world, and there was no escaping the love they had for you—not that you wanted to.

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Yandere Naga

The jungle was not a place for the careless. You had learned that much during your travels, but no lesson had ever been as harsh as this one. Caught in a hunter’s snare, your ankle throbbed where the rope had tightened. The more you struggled, the more the vines around you creaked, suspending you just out of reach of the forest floor.

Then came the rustling.

Your breath hitched as the undergrowth parted, revealing a massive form slithering towards you. Gleaming emerald scales caught the dappled sunlight, shifting hypnotically with each smooth movement. The figure loomed taller, rising until golden eyes peered at you with an unsettling mixture of curiosity and possession.

“You poor thing,” the naga cooed, his voice a gentle hiss. “Trapped, helpless… and so far from home.”

You shuddered, heart pounding. “Please, I— I didn’t mean to trespass.”

The naga’s long tail coiled beneath you, a living pillar that held him aloft. His humanoid torso was lean and strong, arms folded as he observed you. Then, with a single motion, his tail lashed out, severing the rope with practiced ease.

You yelped as you fell—only to land against smooth, warm scales.

“There,” he murmured, wrapping you in his coils with slow, deliberate care. “Safe.”

Panic clawed at your throat as you struggled, but the naga’s grip was firm, unyielding. Not crushing, not painful—but absolute.

“You shouldn’t be wandering alone,” he chided, his voice laced with something almost fond. “The jungle is dangerous. Hunters, beasts, sickness… You would not last long.”

“I can take care of myself,” you insisted, trying to push against his coils. A foolish attempt—his tail only curled tighter.

A deep chuckle vibrated through him. “Oh, little one. So fragile, so stubborn.” He brushed a clawed finger against your cheek, tilting your chin up so you could see the quiet intensity in his eyes. “But I will take care of you now.”

The words sent a chill down your spine. “I need to go home.”

His expression darkened, lips curving in a fanged smile. “No, no… That place was never truly home, was it? So cold, so lonely.” His coils shifted, the pressure more like an embrace. “But here, in my care, you will always be warm. Always protected.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died in your throat as he rested his chin atop your head, humming softly.

“Hush,” he whispered. “There is no need to fear. You are mine now.”

The jungle had never felt more dangerous. And yet, for all your terror, the steady, rhythmic pressure of his coils around you felt… safe.

Time had passed—how long, you weren’t certain. The naga never let you out of his sight, his coils always near, always ready to pull you back should you stray too far. He provided food, shelter, warmth—everything you needed. Yet, the golden eyes that watched you carried an intensity that never wavered.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked one evening, his tail curling gently around your form as he rested beside you.

You hesitated. “I… I don’t belong here.”

His tail flexed, just slightly. “But you do.”

The jungle sounds filled the silence between you, the chirps of insects, the rustling leaves. You felt his warmth, his unwavering presence, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into it.

“You’ll understand in time,” he murmured, his voice like the whispering wind. “This is where you were meant to be.”

And though your heart longed for escape, a small part of you feared… he might be right.