#vader x rebel reader

[mistress-amidala]

𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

❛ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ❜

PAIRINGS: Unburnt Vader x Rebel reader SYNOPSIS: You go on undercover mission as an Imperial, catching the eye of none other than the infamous sith lord, Lord Vader. One of your most notorious enemies, it's a good thing he knows you by your alias. Not by your face. For now at least... WARNINGS: Deceit, smut, swearing... NOTES: This is my first time writing smut so it is by no means a masterpiece. But I hope you like it. This Vader x rebel reader series I read ages ago inspired me to write my own. I can’t find it but if you know what I’m talking about please let me know.

「 You 」

Three years working for the Rebellion, and not once could I have pictured ending up… here.

Bent over, on the desk of Lord Vader. Yes, Lord Vader. Darth Vader, the Emperor’s apprentice. My breath came out shaky. No surprise considering I was being practically impaled by Darth Vader’s cock. Moan after moan tumbled from my lips, my jaw gone slack from my seemingly unending cries of pleasure. My fingers clutched the end of the table like my life depended on it. As it creaked from his unrelenting thrusts, his hips meeting mine. The slapping of skin echoed through the room, followed by his loud grunts and occasional whimpers. His soft yet calloused hands gripped my hips like a vice. My body rocking into the desk with each thrust, his cock stretching me out. It felt like he was about to split me in half, “doing so well for me sweetheart.” He grunts in between sharp thrusts. “Fuck…” He mumbles breathlessly, I could feel his length throbbing inside me. Looking down, I see his balls swinging with each thrust. The warm skin of his palm rubbing my back, “like what you see princess.” Reaching his remaining hand on your hip to your clit. Rubbing circles on the sensitive nub making me jolt. Letting out another moan, “mmm… You like that don’t you sweetheart?” He asks rhetorically, giving another sharp thrust. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, my pussy clenching around his length. As my orgasm hits, cumming all over his cock.

He didn’t relent, continuing to forcefully thrust into me without fail. His cock drilling my cum back into me as he threw his head back. Moaning without shame, “f-fuck sweetheart.” He stutters and I feel his hips tremble as I whine in overstimulation. The tip of his cock kissing my cervix as his breath hitches, his hips jolt forward. Followed by the release of his warm seed, painting my insides white. He collapses forward onto me. His skin sweaty and his weight pinning me to the desk. As he gives a few more slow ruts, a soft whimper escaping him. “Mmm… think I’m gonna have to keep you all to myself.” He whispers, kissing in between my shoulder blades. Stilling his thrusts, running his warm hands up and down my sides gently in a soothing motion. “Hmm? Make you my little Empress, would you like that sweetheart?” He nuzzles into the crook of my neck. Planting soft kisses along the skin there as I caught my breath. “Bet you would…” He whispers, nibbling on my earlobe. “Could have everything you’ve ever dreamed, princess.” Giving my waist a gentle squeeze, “all you’d have to do is warm my bed darling. Have you on your back, taking my cock like a good girl…” He kisses the soft skin behind my ear, making me whimper. “Oh don’t be afraid darling, I’ll take such good care of you.” He whisper sweetly, gently prying my hands off the edge of the table. Rubbing the skin of my knuckles with his thumbs, releasing all the tension.

Intertwining our fingers, his thumbs stroking the back of my hands. He lets out a sigh, his warm breath hitting my neck. Goosebumps forming in its wake. He rests his chin on my shoulder, “how you feeling my sweet girl?” He asks softly, releasing one of my hands to gently brush the hair out of my face. Making me smile softly, oh maker. I nod slowly, trying to gather my thoughts. “I’m okay…” He chuckles softly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. While brushing his fingertips along the skin of my cheek, ever so lightly. As if I’d break if he was any rougher, “yeah? You took me so well sweetheart. So proud…” He gives my shoulder a gentle kiss, I could feel his cock softening slightly. “M’gonna-” He gets cut off my his commlink going off. He groans in annoyance, giving my shoulder another kiss. Before pivoting his head to the side. Picking it up from his desk, smirking slightly at the mess we’d made. I watch him roll his eyes, answering. “What?” He asks bluntly, the annoyance at being disturbed clear in his voice. A sheepish voice responds, clearly picking up on his irritation. “I’m sorry to disturb you My Lord, but the Emperor has personally requested your presence at our current meeti-” I hear him growl softly, the vibrations from his chest travelled into my own. Making me shiver slightly, he noticed. His hand on my cheek travelled back to my waist. Rubbing soft circles comfortingly, “I’ll be there.” He responded shortly, before crushing the commlink. Letting the pieces fall to the floor. He let out a sigh, dropping his head down. His forehead resting on my upper back. Nuzzling into it softly, he reminded me of a puppy. This was the almighty Darth Vader? Surely there has been some sort of mix up? “M’sorry sweetheart, I have to go.” He said softly, his voice just above a whisper. His hand on my waist travels up. Cradling the back of my head, turning it to the side gently. So his lips could meet mine, his kiss was surprisingly soft. All traces of previous annoyance had disappeared. Like footprints being washed away by the sea.

He intertwined our fingers again, giving my hand another gentle squeeze. I could feel him smiling into the kiss. Before he pulled back slowly, resting his forehead against the side of my head. He pulled off me a little. His weight no longer pinning me to the desk, but I could still feel a light layer of his sweat coating my back. He gently flips me onto my back, I wince slightly at the change in angles. Watching as his brows furrowed slightly at the stimulation. He leans back on top of me, his weight now pressing again my front. Chest to chest, I felt my nipples hardening again at the contact. He clearly felt it too as I saw a smirk tugging at his lips… His gorgeous, soft, plump lips… Stop that. He brought both hands up to my face, cupping it softly. Pressing his forehead against mine. Our noses brushing against each other. “You sure you’re okay?” He asks, his eyes searching mine. For something I wasn’t quite sure, was he actually worried about me?

I chuckle softly, “I’m fine.” He runs his thumb along my bottom lip, flicking it gently. His eyes were fixated on my lips as he watched it snap back into place, while he ran his tongue along his own. Coating them in a thin layer of his saliva, the lights in the room reflecting off them.

“Don’t do that…” He whispers, causing me to furrow my brows.

“Don’t do what?” I ask curiously, tilting my head to the side.

Making him bite his lip softly in response, “don’t be so adorable.” I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it.” He lets out a puff of air mockingly in response.

Poking the tip of my nose softly, “cheeky little thing.”

I smile softly, “you should probably be getting to your meeting. Sounds… important.” I whisper, observing him. Seeing some of his curls stuck to his forehead from our… activities. I absentmindedly brush them back, out of his face. His eyes watching my movement. Now I noticed his cheeks flushed a pastel pink, from the sex? Or was he… nervous? No way, no surely not…

His gentle voice brings me from my thoughts, “important?” He hums, pressing his soft lips to my forehead. “Probably not,” his husky voice uttered. “Just incompetent imperials needing me to do their work for them.” He all but sighs out, my eyebrows furrowed slightly. And I brought my arms up slowly, wrapping them around his torso. Which felt way more tiresome that it should of, maker what has he done to me? My limbs felt completely useless, I feel him take a deep breath. His chest rising and his stomach pressing into mine. Which also pushed his hips to meet mine, gently thrusting his cock deeper into me. Making me let out a soft whine, as his breath hitches. “Fuck sorry sweetheart I forgot,” he mutters. I could practically feel the grin on his face, as he trails a hand down. Gently pressing on my lower stomach, feeling where he was inside me. Making me jolt, clinging to his back. “Mmm your so warm princess, don’t wanna leave.” He pats my lower stomach softly, I could feel our combined release running down my thighs. “Your pussy’s clenching me so tight, don’t think you want me to leave either… hmm?” I could feel his smirk against my forehead, I poke his ribs in response. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Your really not as funny as you think you are,” I retort. He lifts his lips off my forehead, looking down at me.

“Aren’t I?” He teases, licking his lips.

I shake my head, “nope-” He leans down, silencing me with a kiss. He sucks on my bottom lip softly, while his hands trail up to my breasts. Cupping them, his thumbs toying with my nipples. Making me moan softly into his mouth, my back arching slightly. I pull back a little, and he lets a soft sigh slip.

“I gotta go to work sweetheart,” he mumbles. The disdain at having to leave clear in his voice. I cup his cheek softly, and he leans into my touch.

I try to fight off a smile, “I know…” With one last kiss he reluctantly pulls away, running his fingers along my cheek. He places his other hand on my hip, steadying me.

He looks down at his cock, a grin on his face. He slowly pulls out, letting out a low hiss from the stimulation. He watches our cum leak out of me. Crouching down he holds my legs apart, placing a gently kiss on my pussy. Licking a strip, making me shiver in response. A moan escaping his lips before he stands back up. His naked form on full display as he looks for his discarded clothes. Littered along the floor of his office.

He yanks his boxers and pants back up his legs, tucking his spent cock back in place. Before bending over, picking up his shirt and robe. Damn he has a nice ass for a man. I shake my head, covering my mouth with my hand. Get a grip. I look back to him and he was struggling to tie his robe, muttering curse words under his breath. I sit up slowly, trying to find my balance. “Here,” I offer. He looks up from the messy knot he made, walking back over. Standing in front of me he places his hands on my waist.

Resting his chin on top of my head, “thanks sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome,” I murmur. Finish tying up his robe, “is it too tight?” I ask, looking up slightly. He shakes his head, cupping the back of mine.

“No it’s good,” he runs his fingers through my hair softly. I felt his Adam’s apple bob as he spoke. His other hand trail down my back to my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. Before he removes his hand off my ass, scribbling something down on a sticky note. He pulls back to look into my eyes, keeping his hand in my hair. Brushing it softly, his eyes were blue… Weren’t they supposed to be yellow? “What is it?” He asks curiously, I must not of being doing a good job at hiding my confusion.

“Your eyes…” I mutter, before mine drift to something I had yet to notice.

“Oh yes the yellow can be… unnerving.” He whispers the last part, almost as if he was ashamed.

I shake my head, “no that’s not what I meant…” I paused, and he seemed to perk up slightly at my response. I bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing when I see my name on a board behind him. A board of the… rebellion. Oh shit this is bad. “Little Minx?” I raise a brow, he immediately broke out into a grin. Looking behind him, to see the board I was staring at.

“Long story…” He turns back to face me, cupping my jaw gently. “My private chambers are just down the hall if you need anything,” he slides the sticky note to me. With the code to his chambers on it, “if anyone gives you any trouble just tell them I sent you.”

He leans closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. Longer for a moment, breathing me in. “I’ll be right back sweetheart, make yourself comfortable.” He pulls away slowly, as if he was reluctant to. He releases his gentle grip on my jaw, to smooth down my hair. Before giving my ass a gentle pat, before heading to the door of his office. Using the force to open the door, show off. “I’ll be in conference room B if you need me darling. Try not to miss me too much,” he winks.

Heading out the door, shutting it behind him. I let out a sigh, “holy shit.” I mumble under my breath, rubbing my face to try to gather myself. I grip the edge of the desk I was currently on… naked. This was so not part of the plan. The plan! The files, I look around. Standing up on shaky legs, my knees buckling for a moment.

To be continued…

Dividers by @vibeswithrenai + @diariodefresa

[dontyoufeelitangel]

Well thought out villains with incredible backstories being turned into children’s toys:

They look so stupid I love it😭🫶

Omg😭 what’s got maul so mad☹️☹️ he’s plotting something,,

His horns being little nubs will never not be funny

[the-hidden-empire]

Darth Vader:

How they are during you’re pregnancy:

Warnings: +18 nsfw/ fluff

Not proofread

- Knew before you did.

- “You’re with my child.” Was all he said out of the blue, in a completely calm demeanour.

- You were flabbergasted.

- He left you to process the news while he dealt with it in his own way.

- He requested you’re presence in you’re shared chamber.

- You had been avoiding him sense he spilt the news.

- You both knew it too.

- You couldn’t face him.

- So he followed you’re force signature.

- Automatically he could already sense a second force signature while following yours.

- He was agitated that you kept moving.

- You could feel his force signature lurking behind you.

- You tried to but you’re self more time by reaching one of the crowed hallways, to throw him off you’re signature.

- Just as you were about to turn another corner, the door had shut and locked itself blocking you’re exit.

- Frustrated you huffed to yourself.

- You could hear him before you could see him.

- “Enough. Stop running. You’ll strain yourself and the child.” He irritably warned

- “If you don’t I’ll be forced to put you to sleep. Follow.” He continued as he awaited you to follow him.

- Once you arrived at your chamber, you embraced each other without any exchanges of words.

- You’re communication was through the force, and you both knew how much this child already meant to you both.

- He allowed you only on simple missions as he knew you needed to be kept busy. He’d accompanied you as you began to show.

- But once you hit third trimester he had you benched from any missions.

- He did leave you in charge of communications. You just wouldn’t be active in the field.

- He notice three force signatures from you as you progressed with you’re pregnancy.

- He knew even before the doctor confirmed.

- you were carrying twins.

- Of course he’d have two sets of twins, it was a Skywalker thing he mused.

- Feels he doesn’t deserve a second chance, but he’s not going to take it for granted.

- Mentally preparing himself to be a father, a good one at that.

- He grieves for his lost family.

- You comfort him in his darkest moments.

- His fear is channeled into pure rage on the battle field.

- Completely ruthless in his work.

- Holds you’re bump in you’re chamber without his suit.

-He loves feeling them kick, especially when you hold him from behind, and he can actually feel it.

- You rest you’re foreheads together and enjoy the quiet moments together.

- Already had started a special force bond between his unborn children. They latched on to his signature before they were even born.

- You started wanting him more and more.

- Vader just wanted to be inside of you at all moments of the day. Especially once you started to show.

- He could even feel you’re burning desire for him through the force.

- He made sure to satisfy you anyway possible. You’re sexual needs always came first to him.

- Wanted you all to himself.

- Marked you’re whole body. He wanted everyone to know he did that to you, put those babies in you.

- You’ve both have never had so much sex in your lives.

- You would send each other images of filthy things you wanted to do to each other. Complete filth.

- You couldn’t get over his stamina.

- His troopers knew not to interfere during private moments between you two.

- Vader was away when you’re water broke.

- He knew though.

- You screamed for him through you’re force bond.

- You decided you would have them in Vaders fortress and not some medical room in the middle of a planet you had no connection with.

- It was a long labor process. Twins were not easy.

- Of course you’re husband picked the medical team. He had trust issues.

- You were screaming at the doctors, midwives, droids, and whoever else misadventures you’re way demanding for you’re husband.

- “Get out.” The Sith Lords voice filled the room with terror.

- The medical staff quickly retreated to give the husband and wife time to correlate.

- You took a glass that had been on the table and chucked it the wall right beside him (which he of course stoped mid throw)

- You screamed at him where he had been, and what took him so long. Cursing him for what he had done to you.

- Of course he was three solar systems away in mid attack.

- He could feel the agony that coursed through his wife’s body.

- He used the force to help relieve some of the pain.

- But he had to let the medical team help.

- He watched by you’re side as you held his hand with such force it would break a regular man’s hand.

- He wasn’t scared for once, he felt he was prepared this time, and that he had the power to intervene if anything went wrong.

- He wasn’t going to lose a second chance and fatherhood.

-And he for sure wasn’t going to let harm come near his wife.

- You ended up delivering two health girls.

- The midwives quickly cleaned up your daughters and yourself before handing one child over to each parent.

- “Padame.” You smiled at the smile child in you’re arms who you assumed got her blue eyes and dirty blonde mop of hair from her father.

- “Shmi.” The rough modulated voice spoke quietly, trying to not to upset the delicate infant in his hold.

- You both silently agreed to the names.

- You felt a change in your husbands force signature.

- You could feel his contentment looking at his tiny creation.

- For once you’re relationship with you’re husband felt complete, like the missing puzzle piece has been found.

- That night he held all three of you. He had never felt more in love.

- The inner Anakin was starting breaking through Vaders harsh exterior.

[throughparisallthroughrome]

"In darkness, we transcend"

Chapter 1: R3

Series Description: In a mission gone wrong, Obi-Wan has vanished. It’s up to Anakin to find the ex-Jedi turned Michelin star chef who may know where he is. To say they don’t exactly get along would be an understatement. But with a shared goal, who knows what’s possible?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: First comeback series in 3 years! Figured it was only appropriate to write about the character that got me into fanfiction in the first place. Fair warning, this is so far from canon it’s hilarious. Also, any and all criticism is welcome, and please let me know what CWs may need to be included! I hope you enjoy! <3

“I need a fire on that Bantha Steak for R3 Chefs!” You yell, your voice barely audible over the frantic uproar in the kitchen. The urgency is palpable, and the chaos would overwhelm any average human, alien, or droid.  

“Coming, Chef!” Chef Cora carefully tosses the mid-well Bantha steak into the trash can. 

She bites her lip. She knows this won’t end well with you. She has no choice but to re-fire and start again. The steak needed to be medium rare, and it was the signature dish. She couldn’t fuck it up. “Like a Bantha!” had a particular reputation to uphold as one of Coruscant’s most prominent restaurants, even earning itself a Michelin Star last year.

Cora’s hands are sweaty, and she feels her breathing hitch as she stares at the overdone steak in the trash. Her mind is spinning; she is overwhelmed by the fear of disappointment. She chooses to keep her re-fire on the Bantha Steak to herself, opting for it to be a better option than to tell you. She squeezes her eyes shut and hurries over to the cooler to pull a new Bantha steak.

“Chef Cora, what is taking so fucking long!” You look up from your tickets, the sweat dripping down your brow and burning your eyes. 

You wipe it away and brush the hair out of your face as you walk over to Sautee's side, where Cora is. You take in Cora's rushed energy and attitude as you glance down at the hidden, raw bantha steak in Cora’s gloved hands while she begins to deglaze her pan. You can already feel the anger burning within you; The temptation to do it yourself is immeasurable. 

“Chef Cora, what the fuck is this?” Startled by your presence, Cora faces you, dropping the raw bantha steak on the floor instead of the pan.

“Chef, I-”

“Chef Cora, what did I say about this? What did I say that we couldn’t afford to do?” The anger was seething from your lips as you spoke to the older chef. Yet, you seemed to remain composed and calm at the same time. Arguably, more terrifying. 

“We couldn’t-” Cora begins but is quickly cut off by your finger on her lips.

“We cannot afford mistakes like this! That’s two bantha steaks we have lost tonight- not to mention that you failed to inform me of the re-fire of the first one! This is the last dish of the final table turn of the night. We are almost there. Tonight, you will be staying late with me to clean- now finish that Bantha steak, please.” 

You glance at her trembling hands, taking you back to when you were once where she was. When you staged, no one was half as kind as you were to your staff. But that wasn’t an excuse. It did make you better, but it also broke something in you. There was a desperate need for perfection- no matter the cost. 

“Cora,” your voice softens, “Do you need me to do it for you, Chef?” A slight smile appears on your face as you attempt to bring some sort of comfort to her. 

“No, Chef.” She smiled back, accepting your unspoken apology and comfort.

“Do I make myself clear on the importance of this, Chef?” you tease, and Cora seems to relax as she nods.

“Yes, Chef.” She smiles back at you. 

“Good,” you pat her shoulders and return to your expo position. “Keep up the good work, Chefs!” you yell to the kitchen staff as an uproar of “Yes, Chef!” is heard from behind you. You can’t help but grin. 

You reach your position at the head of the room and look down at the tickets. You realize P3 had been there for a minute, still waiting on that last Bantha steak. 

“Fuck.” You mumble under your breath, taking your hair out of its loose bun and running your fingers through it. 

The number of tickets surrounding you was overwhelming. You picked up your highlighter, uncapped it, and were unsure what to do. R10 sent back a wine selection. R8 complained about their server. R6 was unhappy with the dessert choice for tonight. It felt as if all of your years leading up to being the CDC and owner of “Like a Bantha!” were for nothing. You could do nothing to appeal to every customer the galaxy brought your way. Maker knows you don’t see how you earned that Star. 

“Luca,” You shout at one of the younger chefs as you swallow and choose your course of action over the lack of bantha steak.

“Yes, Chef?” The younger, attractive chef appears by your side with a lustful smile, eager to appease you. It’d never happen. 

“Would you be a doll and watch expo for me while I handle R3?” You give him a persuasive wink and gracefully walk towards the kitchen doors as he approaches the line.

“Anything for you, my Chef.” You roll your eyes and open the doors, revealing the restaurant you worked so hard to achieve. 

The space was filled with laughter and chatter, bringing a smile to your lips. You thanked the force every day you got to provide something exquisite to the galaxy. You always loved cuisine and could finally bring your gifts to the galaxy and spread the love. What more could you have asked for?

You whisked through the crowded restaurant, past the bar, and into a corner where R3 lay. As you approached the back of a gentleman, you noticed the lone customer. You felt something in yourself panic as if something was wrong with this situation. There was a certain darkness present. 

It wasn’t uncommon for people to eat alone in your restaurant; in fact, it was welcomed. You spent several years before you owned “Like a Bantha!” trying every spot in the upper levels of Coruscant as your bank account would allow. You always got odd looks, but once you sat down and were able to savor every ingredient, it was worth it. 

At the time, you needed the inspiration; you craved it. You had a forceful desire to open your own place, and you were unwilling to let it go. After everything you had been through before that point, you needed to build something of your own.  

You approached the gentleman, seeking the courage within you to speak. 

“Hello, sir! My name is Y/N; I’m the owner and chef of this establishment. We are a little behind on your final dish, but I wanted to offer a free round of drinks or dessert. Is everything to your liking so far?” You cleared your throat, eager to hear the response from the paying customer in front of you. You could never take their criticism well. This was your baby, after all. 

“Why yes,” he looks up at you, a smile creeping across his face as he watches the panic unravel in your eyes. 

“Yes, it is, Y/N Naberrie.” Your eyes widened as his smile grew. 

“Gil,” Your voice cracked, and you nervously shifted as you watched your past creep up on you and take a sip of his wine. “No one has called me by that name in a very long time.” You took a seat in front of him. The kitchen could wait. His presence couldn’t mean anything good. 

Sitting down, you looked at the restaurant around you and saw what you worked so hard for. You wouldn’t let a corrupt man like Gil take all that away from you. You realize you had never seen the glory and beauty of the room as a customer before, especially during service. You wanted to feel happy, but not with the presence of the man in front of you. 

“It’s a nice place,” he sips his wine. “It’ll be a shame it was for nothing.” He sets his wine down and clasps his hands together, awaiting your response. You could tell he was eager to get under your skin. You could feel it. 

“What do you want.” Your eyes narrowed as you scoffed. “Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.” You shifted your hands nervously as Gil sat back, that same wicked smile repainting his face as he watched the desperation approach you. 

“Amara will be placing a bounty on your head, Naberrie.” You felt your heart drop as he savored this moment. “You know me, I just listen to orders. And she’s the boss- If you don’t return the credits soon, it’s over. I’m only here to warn you. I came as a friend.” He leans closer to you, basking in your new rage. 

“Friend?” You cringed at his words. There is no way in hell you could ever consider Gil Pavan a friend. “As far as I know, you’re just here because you wanted to kill me first before the bounty hunters could even get the chance to.”

Gil grins at your accusation. Oh, do you know him well, as much as it would pain you to admit. 

“I gotta say, I am only here to see what you have done with the funds you stole. Amara means well. You know she does. But she will never forgive you for this betrayal.” He motions to the room around him, the credits on display, as he lifts his wine glass and drinks it again. 

“Y/N, she loved you, we all did.” He swallows his pride momentarily and looks into your eyes, searching for any remorse you can offer.

“Gil, I only took what was rightfully mine. After Amara sold me out to the Separatists, we both got what we deserved. And I’m finally happy, I built something I love! Isn’t that enough? If you all truly loved me as you say, wouldn’t you be happy for me too?” Gil looks deep into your eyes, and a roaring laugh escapes his throat at your confession. 

You stand out of embarrassment, feeling worse than when you approached the table. You carefully looked around as you stepped away from the table and began to head back to the kitchen. Your clientele did not need to see the CDC like this. If anything, this was the worst way you could have been seen. You did not need the media to depict you weakly, and you certainly didn’t need rumors about yourself going around.  

“If you just came back, Amara may be able to forget all of this.” You stop in your tracks and turn to face him again, approaching him in a far more menacing way than before. 

“Gil, I swear to the maker, nothing will ever- and I mean ever- get me to join your fucking cult again. If it means I have to die with this restaurant, I fucking will.” You spit at him as he nods, shrugs, and returns to his wine. 

You walk back to the kitchen and notice your hands shaking. You haven’t had a confrontation like that in a very long time. Your past struggles with anxiety began to reappear. That was the last thing you needed right now. But a part of you couldn’t get his words out of your head. It’ll be a shame it was for nothing. There was no way in hell you could let that be true. 

You walk into the kitchen. The room goes silent as everyone stops and turns to face you. You can’t help but relish the moment, your smile finally creeping back onto your lips again. 

“R3 has been handled. I will be stepping out back for a moment. Luca and Cora will continue to lead in my brief absence. Please, Chefs, handle yourselves. You know what I expect.” As you walked outside, you heard another resounding “Yes, Chef!” come from your loyal employees. 

You stepped outside and looked up at the remaining cityscape above you. From the 5100th level, there was still so much to look at. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You hadn’t meditated in so long but needed it this time. You couldn’t afford to lose everything you had. So much was now at stake. 

Coruscant was never home, no matter how hard you tried to make it be. It couldn't compare to Naboo's lush valleys and hills, especially the lake country. It wasn’t grand and beautiful like your home city of Theed. However, in all the time you had spent here, you had grown to enjoy it and become fond of the people and memories surrounding you.

You felt your heart pang with a bit of guilt from the way you treated Cora earlier. She didn’t deserve your harsh words; you only hoped she knew you meant well. You just wanted to see her succeed, and maybe you weren’t going the right way about it. You thought about Luca and let out a light chuckle. That boy was relentless with his flirtation, but it wouldn’t change the younger brother status he held onto. These employees were like your children. You loved them and gave them your all. You couldn’t bear the idea of losing them, the idea of them losing something they helped you build. ”Like a Bantha!” was just as much theirs as yours. 

You reach into the neckline of your chef's coat and pull out a silver necklace from around your neck, revealing its stunning crescent moon shape. You hold it in your hands and close your eyes, letting the force echo take you back to seeing Padme’s face when she gifted you the matching necklace. Gods, you missed her. She was your best friend, and it had been years since you last saw her. You saw all the good she had been doing for the galaxy in the news, and you had been so busy with your Michelin-star restaurant that you forgot to reach out. Of course, you knew she was proud of you, and she knew you were proud of her. That was all you could ask for right now. 

You put the necklace back down into your shirt, sighed, and opened the door into the chaos that could only be complete with you at the center of it all. You grinned. This is what you were made for. You couldn’t help but enjoy it. 

Anakin couldn’t sit still. 

To be fair, it was never in his nature to do so. 

He paced around his quarters, picking up every book, scrap, and anything he could distract himself with as he missed out on the latest Separatist mission. If he didn’t, the anger would only return and take hold of his conflicted mind. He couldn’t stand not being there and taking a stand against those cruel motherfuckers. What was his purpose as a Jedi if not to serve his people? 

Anakin was currently facing probation by the Jedi Council for disobeying direct orders in their recent mission, resulting in the death of a few clones, the loss of vital intel, and, more importantly, a failed mission. I mean, how was he supposed to know the Separatist hideout was covered in bombs? 

As a result, and much to Anakin’s embarrassed dismay, the council sent Obi-Wan and Ahsoka instead. Of course, he felt guilty, ashamed, and angry about everything, but he longed for the council to see that he was only human and trying his best. But, of course, the Jedi are supposed to be better than that. How could he forget!  

He stared at the mess his quarters had become. Books from the archives were scattered, and numerous boots, random articles of clothing, and training gear were haphazardly thrown around on the floor. He peered at the desk and traced his fingers over some notes and the numerous filled journals he had accumulated over the years. All his inner thoughts, lessons, drawings, schemes, whatever he put his pretty mind to were documented in a couple of leatherbound notebooks. The desk was old, featuring some interesting carvings from the several times he was punished as a youngling and forced to study. A half-dead plant was next to a cup of pens, a stack of books in the middle, as well as a framed picture of him, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka with the 501st on top. He tried to give his quarters some life; it was the little bit of comfort he thought this place could bring him. 

His bed was never made, his dresser drawers never closed, and the plant was never watered. The room directly reflected him. Anakin never let others in his quarters.  

After relentlessly pacing and practically pulling out his curly hair, he decided to lay on his bed and close his eyes. He needed to meditate more anyway. He thought it helpful to picture his time as a youngling and the trouble he used to get into while being Obi-wan’s padawan. Jumping from rooftops, destroyed lightsabers, petty arguments, and lots of sparring. Maybe he would find some guidance there? His mind took him to Ahsoka and the trouble they always seemed to find themselves in now. He grinned upon seeing the memories, knowing that his path was the right one. He never asked for Ahsoka, yet she found her way to him. He’s discovered more about himself and his purpose through being her master than he could have imagined. 

Through his meditation, his mind took him somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn’t his own. His brows furrowed, and his heart rate accelerated as he began to see the unknown. He wasn’t ready to face another vision like the few he previously had about his mother. However, he suddenly felt comfort in his fear. He was out of place but yet oddly safe. He saw a messy kitchen, marble countertops, and several people in white coats. He looked down and studied a beautiful steak on top of asparagus and mashed potatoes covered in floral, edible greenery. What the fuck? 

He sat up and shook his head for a moment. Then his comms began to beep frantically. Enough worrying about this steak. 

“Master Yoda, what seems to be the issue?” He clears his throat, the worry on his face as Yoda's hologram appears before him. 

“It appears Obi-Wan has vanished. Need your assistance, we do. Come to the Council, you must.” Anakin feels his heart drop and immediately rushes out the door and into the nearest elevator. 

“I’m on my way, Master.” He shuts his comms off and leans against the elevator wall defeatedly.

Why did the council have to put him on probation? Why couldn’t they have just sent him? All of this could have been avoided if he had been there to help Obi-Wan. It’s their fault. As the war continues, the Council lacks the guidance and knowledge it once possessed. The galaxy is far more complicated than they think it may be. 

The doors open, and Anakin quickly makes his way in front of the high council, eager to hear about this mission. He’s worried about Obi-Wan but can’t help but be excited for something to do finally. 

His eyes drift over to Ahsoka as she stands before the council before him. She looks tired and weaker than she ever did. She was supposed to be with Obi-Wan. What the hell happened?  

Anakin studies Ahsoka before him. There are cuts and bruises all down her body, her padawan robes torn and tampered with. She has bags under her eyes and guilt written all over her face. She doesn’t have the bright, confident smile she usually possesses. This Ahsoka before him stares at the floor in front of her Master’s and plays with her hands nervously. He hates seeing her like this. If only he could have prevented this, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt. 

“I-I I don’t know, Master Plo. I’m unsure how to answer your question. We arrived at Chandrilla to meet with their General. As we walked from the ship, I noticed what looked like a spare droid part on the ground and reached down to pick it up. When I looked up, I heard Master Kenobi scream my name and vanish right before my eyes. My vision suddenly went black, and I woke up back on the ship. The only thing I have left from the journey, and any clue as to where he went, was this:” Ahsoka held out her hand to the council to show what appeared to be a solid gold, circular pendant with a star in the middle. 

“Thank you for your time, Ahsoka.” Master Plo nods and dismisses the padawan. 

“Ahsoka,” Anakin grabs her arm before she leaves the room, “This wasn’t your fault, okay?” He searches her face for some sort of reaction, realizing just how guilty she feels right now. 

Ahsoka smiles half-heartedly at Anakin as she tucks her head down and leaves the room. 

“Masters,” Anakin nods to them in respect as he steps forward in front of the council, “What does that seem to be?” 

The council members pass the medallion around and glance at each other nervously. Anakin knew this couldn’t be good. Whatever was involved, he could feel the darkness radiating off of the pendant. What evil force could be at hand here? 

“Skywalker,” Windu starts as he passes the medallion to Anakin’s hands. Anakin takes it into his large hands, making it seem much smaller than it actually appears, and traces his fingers gently over the grooves of the star. He can feel his demeanor shift as he furrows his brows and flips the coin over to the other side. “In darkness, we transcend” was inscribed on the back. 

“It belongs to a group called the Children of Nox. The Jedi have researched them for years with little hope of stopping them. One of our own got close before being exposed and was forced to leave the order. If Kenobi is truly being held captive by these cultists, then this appears to be a larger problem than we thought.” Anakin balls his fingers into a fist around the medallion, feeling anger course through him as he can only imagine the terrors inflicted upon Obi-Wan. 

“Locate Master Y/N Naberrie in the upper levels of Coruscant, You will, young Skywalker.” Master Yoda begins as Anakin looks up and raises a brow. Naberrie? He knows that name.

“What do I need to know?” Anakin was already ready to leave. 

“Y/N was once a powerful Jedi amongst our ranks. She abandoned the order after a mission that dealt with the Children of Nox had gone awry. Disbanding their cult was her life’s work amongst the order. Whether or not she had a personal connection to them is unknown, but some of her writings about them are in the archives if you are interested.” Master Windu continues, Anakin suddenly perking up.  

No wonder he recognized your name. He had read everything you had written. Your work and fascination with the cult was the little entertainment he sought when his time permitted him to. It was a break from the religious zealots that surrounded him and what he had become. It was a break from the legacy he was creating and the prophecy he supposedly led. 

“You should speak with her sister, Padme Amidala, about her current whereabouts. We keep track of our ex-Jedi, but perhaps not as closely as we should.” Master Mundi suggests, feeling the confusion radiate off of Anakin.

“Any further questions, young Skywalker?” Master Yoda questions, and Anakin shakes his head. 

“No, Master, I understand the urgency of this. I will discuss what you have told me with Padme and seek my next course of action. I will be sure to update you on my progress.” The council nods simultaneously and dismisses Anakin. 

Anakin leaves the high council and decides to take the long way back to his quarters, taking in the information he was just given and letting his mind wander momentarily. He suddenly missed being on probation. In the time he was protecting Padme, he was shocked that a sister had never come up, especially one who was trained as a Jedi. Maybe his friendship with Amidala wasn’t as deep as it had once seemed. Anakin had so many questions and so little answers. 

And that steak thing was so odd, too…

Chapter 2

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All My Love

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Warning: Smut! Desperation, needy hoes. Light choking, riding. Wacky missionary 😉 hint of vader.. this is the longest thing ive ever posted

word count: 3.3k    

summary: Anakin has been sneaking around with you for a while. However, you've been on a mission for years. Both of you barely having the time to speak. The distance between you has created a huge rift. Neither of you see each other as your partner. As you return, it brings back all those memories from before.

Song for this fix! Because I almost forgot!

All my love - Noah Kahan

How have things been? Well now that you mention it...

Six long years of war. Three of those years were spent away from Anakin. Separated from each other, you’ve barely spoken a word to each other. Over that time, you barely knew if the other was alive. No one told you and you couldn't ask. If you asked, they'd know about your relationship and if they knew, you would be forced to call it quits. You weren't ready for that. You were still clinging to that one percent that he was still waiting for you and that he was still yours.  

Anakin was praying for the day you came home. He watched you through the force and dreamt of you each night. He clung to that one percent that you would come back, and nothing would have changed. He needed you, and you needed him just as desperately. Both of you were worried that the reason you were separated was because Obi-Wan knew about the circumstances of your relationship. Of course, he knew that you were more than just partners. But how much did he know?

My folks still talk; they speak in these two-word sentences.  

The trip back to Coruscant was grueling and took forever. Even as difficult as the journey was, you were glad to finally make your return. You were going to see him. Neither of you were the same person as you were all those years ago. But the sheer anticipation of seeing each other again is what kept you going.

"I'm surprised you aren't already at the landing bay," Ashoka said leaning against Anakin's door.  

He turned and looked at her with furrowed brows and confusion.  

"Why would I be in the landing bay?" he asked looking down at her.  

I'm saying too much, but you know how it gets out here.

"Your little friend is coming back; she should be landing any minute," she stated and watched as his face changed. He needed to hear her name, to know his thoughts were true.  

"General [y/l/n]," Ahsoka said softly.

He was basically running to the landing bay, his heart racing, a nervous sweat making his palms clammy. He'd been waiting too long for this; he'd waited for what felt like forever for this moment. He needed their connection to be as strong as what he felt through the force.

No winter coat to keep out the cold of your atmosphere.

Soon, her ship came into the bay. Landing gently on the ground with a hiss of air. [Y/N] got up excitedly, she waited forever for this moment. However, she was still a Jedi and still had a duty to uphold the Code and had to maintain herself. Calmly, she stepped off the ship with her droids and clones, who were her best friends over these years. She held her chin high and maintained her focus; her eyes secretly scanning the crowd for that dumb blonde.

We once sang retrograde, we shake the frame of your car

Anakin pushed to the front of the greeting party, needing to see her as soon as he could. He had to see her. They made eye contact at the same time. It didn’t hit them till then how much it would hurt to finally see each other. It was a crushing feeling in her chest.  

Every moment they were in each other's arms, it hit them both at once. And now, every second it's taking them to reach one another felt like a century added on to the years they’ve already endured. She couldn’t hold back any longer, she needed him. She needed to feel him in her hands, his skin, his hair. She needed it all.

Now I know your name but not who you are

Anakin couldn’t do it, the moment felt like it was passing in slow motion. He felt frozen in time. He felt stuck. Ashoka shoved him forward towards [Y/N] and shook her head to get him out of that haze. That was all the permission he needed. Within seconds he was wrapping his arms around her.  

His arms felt like heaven, and everything felt okay for just that second. Like the war didn’t happen, and she wasn’t looking for him in her dreams. He was here, he was in her grasp.

It’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood  

She looked up at him with a heartbreaking look in her eyes. But the biggest smile was on her face. Seeing her smile made him happy, and he knew she was okay. He knew she was still his. They were together again, and he was content.

Her hands were shaking as they moved towards his face. Gently grasping the side of it as she held onto him. She needed to know he was there. She needed to feel his skin. Not the clunkiness of the armor.  

It's all my love, you got all my love

“[Y/N] …," he whispered and looked at her, his hands wondering up her back slowly. She still wore robes, not armor, and she always hated the weight of the armor. Right now, it was a blessing to feel her warmth under his hands. He needed it, and he was desperate for it.  

“Don’t,” she started in a shaky tone “don't say it like that, don’t say it like you're about to cry Ani,” she whispered and ran her thumb over the scar by his eyebrow.  

If you need my dear, I'm still the same as I was.  

“General,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat, pulling them away from each other.

Ruining the moment. Reminding them that they have duties and pulling them back to reality.  

“Yes, I must see the council, I know,” she said softly and fixed her robes.  

She let out a soft sigh and gave Anakin a sad look as she stepped away with Obi-Wan. She didn’t want to leave him behind, but she knew the trouble that would follow if he did. Luckily Obi-Wan had lightened up over the years. Thankfully, he was understanding.  

Write me a list of how it was, how it is, and how it has to be.

The council meeting about what had happened on the planet she was meant to be guarding felt like it took ages. She was exhausted from her long travel. And being home after all this time was the biggest relief, and she was glad that she could get a good rest. Even if it was just for one night. She could rest.

Anakin had other plans; there would be no resting. He couldn’t wait, he was desperate. He was needy, he was...starved. Deprived of his one true pleasure for so long. She may not be the same person mentally, but he knew her body like he knew his lightsaber.  

You burrowed in, under my skin, what'd I’d give to have you out for me.

She quickly made her way into her old chambers. It was surprisingly clean, with no dust. Candles lit the room. Her fireplace was going. Someone had been staying in there, and she had an idea of who it was.  

“Anakin,” she called softly before he wrapped his arms around her from behind.  

She let out a sigh of relief as she leaned back into him. His warmth covering her body in goosebumps.

“I lived in here as long as I could... as long as your scent lingered in the sheets I was here,” he whispered in her ear.

“And when it was gone?” she hummed softly as she walked with his arms around towards her bed.  

“Went through your robes, slept with them. Exchanged your belts for mine,” he admitted and left soft kisses on her neck.  

Leaving the goose bumps litter her skin once more. A soft moan escaping her lips. Pleasing him in every way.

I still recall how the leather of your car feels.

She hummed and turned around in his arm and smiled softly, her hand finding its way to push his hair back. She took a good look at his face and moved her thumb over his bottom lip.  

“I barely got to say goodbye to you...,” she admitted.  

“I know a way you can make it up to me,” he whispered softly and leaned down, their lips ghosting each other.  

But she couldn’t help it much longer.

And at the end of it all I hope that your scars heal

Her lips crashed into his, desperate and needy. Filled with love and lust as he grabbed her hips. Their mouths never breaking contact as he laid her down on the end of the bed. Their hands found themselves in an almost endless shouffle to get the clothes of each others bodies.  

They weren’t even paying attention to where things landed as they stripped to see each other. The moment they were both naked, they were exploring the other’s body. Mapping out new scars and wounds. Both of them littered with new battle scars, cuts, and scratches. A new map of each other. New places to kiss.

Well, I leaned in for a kiss. Thirty feet from where your parents slept

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered as his hands danced over her stomach, his fingertips grazing over the scars placed there.  

“Sculpted by gods, my love,” he whispered and left kisses on every scar he could get his eyes on.

So in love with every bit of her he couldn’t help himself.  

“Anakin,” she whined and threaded her fingers through his hair.  

A light tug, pulling his attention back to her face. “I need you,” she whispered.  

“You’ll have me,” he grinned and stood over her.

And I looked so confident, babe, I swear, I was scared to death

He grabbed her hips and pulled them to the edge of the bed again, so they were flush against his strong thighs. A blush crept over her face as she watched him get down onto his knees for her. His hands never break contact with her skin. Always finding somewhere new to place themselves as he blew cool air onto her dripping pussy.  

She was desperate for him, just as he was her. He was going to make a mess of her by making her wait for him. She was needy and moaning already from the simple breath he put on her.  

“Anakin please,” she whined. It was all he needed before he went down on her.

My hands gripped the wheel

Her hands tangled in his hair tightly as his tongue darted over her. Collecting every part of her excitement. Anakin was in desperate need to taste the love of his life. He was afraid he was going to lose her again. He needs to taste it. He was dying for it. She was just as sweet as he remembered, sweet like honey. His tongue lapped her up before he started to target her swollen clit. Long strides of his muscle against it were driving her crazy.  

She was a mess, and she was his mess once again. He was going to claim her, and she knew it. She blames the markings on her body on the battle she returned from. Anakin grinned in council meetings knowing it was from him. He loved their little secret, but he couldn’t stand being away from her for this long. Every stroke, every kiss, every movement was intended to remind her of who she belonged to.  

I smiled stupid the whole way home

“Anakin, oh fuck,” she groaned and lifted her hips.  

In return he used the force to settle her down, holding her hips down and against his face as best he could. He wasn’t going to let her escape him. Not when he was devouring her like she was his last meal. He needs this more than she did.  

“Anakin please!” she called out as his tongue darted in and out of her core.  

He only tapped her thigh in response, and she knew what it meant. She was free to let loose to cum on his tongue. He wasn’t moving. She moaned and let out a big groan as she pulled his hair. Her hips lifted from the bed even though his abilities weren’t going to keep her down now. He was doing his best to stay attached to her so he could work her through her erupting orgasm.  

“I need you! I need you Anakin! Please," she cried and pulled his hair.  

Finally, he detached his mouth from her core and came up to take her lips in a searing kiss. He held her face tightly and pushed his body against her in a desperate attempt to sooth her.

And those five words in my head

He kissed her deeply, slowly moving her up the bed so they could lay comfortably. Her little whimpers and moans were driving him wild. So quickly he moved his hand down between them, to line up his throbbing cock.  

“You ready?” he asked as his forehead laid against hers.  

His eyes were watching hers as she nodded. A smile grew on his face again as he slowly pushed his cock into her.  

She felt like home by being this close. A bond, a feeling inside his heart. Home, it’s the only word he could use to describe the feeling of being with her. She loved every bit of it. The way he stretched her, the way his body worked with hers. Rocking his hips into her as his free hand reached down to focus on her overstimulated clit.

You said, "I'll never let you go."

He created a mess of her, ruining her slowly. Making her mind crumble as he rocked his hips into her. It felt like pure sin and she lloved it. She loved him.  

She quickly grasped onto the back of his neck and held him tightly. Her other hand left scratches from her nails. Marking him up like the beast that gave her those scars he peppered kisses over.  

“Anakin,” she started but he stopped her.

“I’m not going anywhere; I'll never let you go,” he grunted into her ear.  

He was just as breathless as she was, in a desperate fit of passion. His mind was only filled with her.

There ain't a drop of bad blood, it's all my love

She moaned into his ear before she turned them over, using the force to get him on his back. She looked like a goddess on top of him. His hands quickly found her hips. Her hips rocked back and forth. Letting his cock completely enter her, devouring him. She was in love with the feeling, he made her feel like she was on fire.

“I love you,” he grabbed her breasts and tried to sit up to kiss her.

But she pushed him back down. Her hand over his heart before slowly slipping around his neck.  

“I know,” she grinned and pushed her hair out of her face, before she leaned down to kiss him.

The grasp she had on his throat tightened a little, a small gasp escaping him. He loved it, but he wasn’t expecting it. It was pure pleasure, pure love. She’d never do this to hurt him, only to please him.

You got all my love and it's still out here

She waited three years for this moment together, and she wasn’t going to let him have all the fun. She hummed softly as she kissed his jaw, neck, and chest. Leaving dark marks in her wake as she moved.

“You love it when I'm on top don’t you?” she purred.

He nodded quickly and grasped the sheets under neath him, needing to hold onto something.

“I love it General,” he grinned at the teasing name, knowing she hated using her titles in the bedroom.

Stole the word from my tongue, it's all okay

“Ani,” she said in a warning tone, he chuckled softly as he gathered himself up again as her hand released from his neck.  

Her hips slowed down, almost to a stop.

“I know, I know,” he sat up and wrapped his arms around her tightly.  

“I like making you mad” he quipped before he flipped them again.  

Her back hit the mattress; he lifted her legs up to his shoulders swiftly. His cock finding a new rhythm inside her, going faster and harder. Drilling her needy body into the mattress. She was becoming ruined for him all over again. He could see it on her face, scrunched up in pleasure. She couldn’t even get any words out.

“You gonna cum for me, love?” He purred and left a big bite mark on her thigh right after.

“Fuck- yes,” she moaned and grabbed his hands, slipping their fingers together next to her head.  

“Please-” she started.  

There ain't a drop of bad blood, it's all my love

“Cum, cum for me,” he moaned right in her ear and held her hands tightly.  

It was over after that. She couldn’t hold herself back. She was spewing out curse words and his name in an anthem, like a prayer. It was white hot, and the passion rushed through her like an earthquake.  

Before she was finished, he kissed her once more. He loved watching her face as she came, and loved feeling her legs tighten up on his shoulders as she spiraled. He took in every detail of her. Every bead of sweat, every wrinkle in her face, and the movements on her hips. The way she said his name, he’d never forget the way she said his name. It sent him tumbling into his own orgasm.

You got all my love

Thick white ropes coated her inside and out, slowly leaking out of her as they caught their breath. He pulled out and lay next to her slowly. The glow on her skin was like diamonds, she was beautiful, and he will never forget that. He knew that she was his and she was here to stay. Nothing was going to take her away from him again.

“I love you,” she hummed softly and smiled at him, pushing his hair back slowly as she pecked his lips.

He grinned and watched her.  

“I love you too,” he kissed her back before he got up.  

“Where are you going?” she asked tiredly.  

“I'm going to get a rag so I can clean you up,” he replied.

You got all my love

He came back soon with a warm washcloth and cleaned her up slowly. He rubbed a good amount of healing jelly into her skin to help with any sore muscles she had.  

“How do you feel?” he asked in a kind and concerned tone.  

“Good” she replied with a grin.

“It's good to be home, good to be with you,” she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.  

A smile crept onto her tired face.  

“I've missed you so much,” she hummed and pulled him back up to kiss him.  

This kiss was different from the rest, so soft and loving. A perfect way to hold this moment between them.

“You’re never leaving me again,” he whispered and kissed her head.  

She nodded and listened to him, seeing this strange look in his eyes. She couldn’t explain it, but it made her scared. The fire in his eyes softened quickly as he saw her shift.

“I need you to marry me...”

All my love  

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I know I normally post HP/HL related things but I made a new discord server with some others for the Star Wars fandom, (mainly Anakin but ya know) We have a space to talk about all things in the galaxy, even including over in the outer rim. I love everything Star Wars and love sharing theories and lore with others.

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Do I Know You? - Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Reader {Part. I}

a/n: an alternate universe/timeline!au fic! this is the first part, the second part is in the works!

summary: Where Darth Vader is sent on a mission and finds himself traveling through another timeline and meets another version of you where you aren't dead. part II: Do I Know You? II

"I am going to have a few words with you once I get back Sheev..." Vader thought to himself. His large frame was trapped in a tiny capsule that was rapidly moving downwards onto the surface of Tatooine.

His master had sent him to retrieve the Death Star plans on a rebel ship when all of sudden, the rebels managed to crowd him into this tiny capsule and drop him out of the ship. 

There was a faint beeping heard below him. He looked down at his hand and noticed a device strapped on the back of his hand. Those damn rebels. Vader toyed with the device, hoping to shut off the beeping, but the beeping increased and flashed the words on the device:

Coruscant, 20 BBY 

"Huh?" He thought to himself once again, what could this possibly mean? The light above him began flashing red. Out of the small window of the capsule, the dark space soon turned into a blue clouded sky. The Sith Lord let out a sign of frustration, how the hell did I get into this position?

The capsule came to an abrupt stop when it had landed on the ground, sending the Sith Lord face forward into the door. Vader groaned to himself. The door slid open, revealing a dark alleyway, similar to the alleyways in the Underworld in Coruscant.

Vader walked out of the capsule, turning around to admire the machine that the rebels had managed to squeeze him in. Interesting... The Sith Lord thought to himself before making his way towards the dimly lit streets of Coruscant.

The people off the streets eyed the tall, towering figure as Vader strolled along the sidewalks of the Underworld.

"Do you want to buy some deathsticks?" A Rodian man said as he approached the tall dark figure with death sticks in his hands. To which Vader took a step back and eyed the man.

"No..." He let out, debating on whether to take the deathsticks or not. This day was already terrible as is with how everything had gone.

"Are you sure? You'll have a great time-" Vader raise his hand, force choking the reptilian humanoid.

"I would rather not you pest. Now, you will go home and rethink your life."

"I-I will to go home and rethink my life." The man nodded up and down. Vader released his grasp, allowing the Rodian to scramble away from him.

There was whispering and murmurs from other onlookers, witnessing what the Sith Lord just did.

"Did he just use the force?"

"You saw that right?

"Do you think he's one of those Jedi?"

The Sith Lord looked around the people who backed away from him. Pathetic, he thought. He needed to find Palpatine and tell him that mission was a failure, the rebels had gotten away, and he was unable to get the plans. Meaning, that there will be a severe punishment waiting for him once he returns to his Master.

Vader walked into the nearest club and approached the Twi'lek bartender, hoping to find a speeder or station to get him out of here.

"Where is there nearest station? I need to get to the Emperor. 5127th level." Vader said to Twi'lek man who had just gotten done serving a drink to a customer.

"Emperor? Where on Hoth did you come from? Do you mean the Chancellor?" The man questioned, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

Vader sat in brief silence, thinking to himself, Chancellor? He could have sworn Sheev didn't go by that name anymore.

"Y-Yes, the Chancellor...Do you know where I can find him." Vader finally let out, after moments of awkward silence.

"Well, you won't have much of chance finding her. She's either too busy in her office or helping the people clear the debris that was left from the Clone Wars ever since the previous Chancellor was killed."

"She...? How strange." Vader said to himself. "And remind me, what is the name of the Chancellor is again?"

"Kriff dude, did your head get smack with a bunch of Ewoks throwin' rocks at it?" The man questioned, now cleaning cups with his towel.

Vader sat in silence again, staring down at the man. Debating on whether he should have killed his man sooner, or wait until he got a response. Luckily, he chose the latter.

"Chancellor Y/N L/N is her name. She was the former Senator of Naboo before she was elected right after Chancellor Palpatine's death. There's rumors that she had a fling with a Jedi Knight, by the name of Anakin Skywalker-"

"Tell me. Where is she." Vader said, his tone revealing his impatience.

"Woah woah, don't you want me to finish telling-"

"Where is the nearest station. I will find her myself." He stated.

"O-okay fine. The nearest station is quite a distance. But we do have this old speeder at the back of-"

Before the bartender could finish, Vader had already made his way out of the club and around to the back to the speeder. Chancellor Y/N? It couldn't be possible. You were dead, but he needed to see it for himself.

-

"Your Majesty, do you think-"

"Who cares, she has already told you how she felt-" 

"Oh I wasn't talking to you-"

The doors of my office slide open, revealing Obi-Wan with a tray that had two cups on it. I smiled at him, to which he returned. But that smile soon turned into concern as he looked over at my two handmaidens who were having a little dispute.

"Are they still fighting about it?" Obi-Wan said, approaching me and handing me a cup of warm tea.

"Yes, yes they are." I responded, sipping and savoring the earthy taste of the tea.

"Chancellor! Chancellor!" A voice from outside my office called. I looked up at Obi-Wan who looked down at me. The doors to my office slid open, revealing Cal?

"Cal? What's the matter?" I said, now standing up from my chair and making my way towards him.

"T-There's. there's someone looking for you. We don't know who o-or what their name is." He breathed out, trying to catch his breath. "I'm just gonna take a seat here." before plopping himself on the loveseat.

"Astra, could you grab Cal a glass of water please?" Both my handmaidens stopped their bickering and turned to look at me.

"Y-yes of course your Majesty." Astra bowed, both handmaidens leaving the three of us in my office. I turned back to Cal with concern.

"Cal, take a moment to catch your breath. Now, what is this you heard of someone needing me?" I asked him, taking a seat next to him on the loveseat, my hand resting on his shoulder.

"Of course Chancellor. There are talks in the Underworld, that there is this dark figure, who I think is a force-user, is looking for you... I don't know if he's from another planet or something, but there's something off about that thing." Cal spoke, still breathless from running to get to my office.

"Thing?" I furrowed my eyebrows at his words. I looked up at Obi-Wan who was standing next to Cal, caressing his beard in thought.

"Well, it could be a droid of some sort. The thing sounds mechanical." Cal continued, gnawing at his lips nervously.

"Interesting Cal, do we perhaps have another other information of the individual?" Obi-Wan inquired.

"N-No Master, but I felt this dark energy from him. Almost as if it was evil, pure evil." Cal responded. He pulled out his holoprojector, showing footage of a tall dark mysterious figure force choking an innocent bystander.

Obi-Wan and I looked at each other before looking back at the hologram.

"He doesn't look like he would be friendly. Perhaps we may need to take action and find what this individual wants to do with you." Obi-Wan said, still stroking his beard. I thought to myself. How strange, what could I have possibly done that I was involved with this individual?

"We may need to tighten up security among the people and the rest of the sovereign powers. I don't want to draw too much attention to this. I already have much going on. Perhaps I'll bring this up to the Jedi council tomorrow morning and see what they think." I said sighing to myself, as I walked over to the large window that overlooked beautiful skies of Coruscant.

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, Cal sat there looking between us.

-

The skies of Coruscant were pitch black, but littered with stars in the sky. The Sith Lord arrived at the small landing pad with his airspeeder, just outside of a familiar penthouse. The penthouses and apartments in Coruscant were always open air. Since they were high up in the skies, the only way to get in was with an airspeeder or the elevators to the buildings. So it was fairly easy for Vader to walk into your penthouse without needing to break a sweat.

The Sith Lord made his way into the penthouse. The lights of every room were turned off, except for one. Light faintly emitted from a set of closed doors, assuming that was your room, Vader made a beeline towards your bedroom doors.

Even with his ultraviolet and infrared vision, it was still limited to where Vader missed the Jedi that was hidden behind one of the large pillars of the penthouse.

"You're not welcomed here. You are trespassing a politician's home and I advise you to leave this instant." A familiar voice spoke up.

"I will not leave until I see her, the Chancellor." The Sith Lord turned around, but did not see anyone behind him. Vader turned back around only to be met with Obi-Wan with his hand on the hilt of lightsaber.

"M-Master..." Vader let out, only for Obi-Wan to quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Do we know each other?" Obi-Wan responded, his hand still resting upon his saber.

"Master, it's me... Anakin Skywalker." Vader spoke out to his former Master.

"Foolish nonsense, Anakin Skywalker is dead." Obi-Wan stated.

Both the Sith Lord and Master Jedi eyed each other, waiting on who would make the first move. After moments of deafening silence, Vader took off his helmet. Revealing his burnt, scarred face, and yellow Sith eyes. Obi-Wan watch him in disbelief, taking a step back from the Sith. 

"Obi? Obi-Wan are you there? Who are you talking to in there?" Your voice was muffled on the other side of your door. Anakin's desperate eyes darted over to Obi-Wan and to your door, hoping he'll say something.

"Y-yes Y/N! No worries, it was just a false alarm! It was just a hawk-bat!" Obi-Wan shouted.

"If you say so Obi. I'm heading to bed now!" You shouted in response. The light emitting from your bedroom doors shut off, leaving the entirety of the penthouse dark and only for the Coruscant moonlight to shine through the large windows.

Obi-Wan shook his head and sighed to himself. "You have some nerve for showing up here. And to say that you are Anakin Skywalker? Ludicrous." He spat at Vader.

-

part II: Do I Know You? II

[mistress-amidala]

𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

MASTERLIST

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Decode - Paramore

Timeline: Recon, Unexpected Introductions...

ch 1. Unexpected Introductions

ch 2. Recon

(dividers by @muruffin + @chilumitos)

[vadersassistant]

Hiiii

wo dering if you could do an enemies to lover anakin imagine. kind of like friends to enemies to lovers or something like that and it ends in them making out o whatever you are comfortable with.

Anyways thank youuu

Denial One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)

Summary: After venturing into a Sith Temple to try and find an edge on the current war, (Y/N) meets her enemy, Lord Vader, the man who killed her best friend and secret lover. He has been hunting both her and her alias down for months, following her across the galaxy, but little does she know, he has no plans to kill her. Takes place in the temple seen in the Star Wars Rebels season two finale. Reader was previously a Jedi and is in hiding due to order 66.

Warnings: Make out session

A/N: (Y/N) does not know Vader is Anakin, and Vader does not know (Y/N) is the Fugitive he has been searching for. This is once again a mix of suited Vader and nightfall Vader. In which, Vader wears the suit and mask, but he can take it off and looks like the Anakin we know and love.

The temple was eerie, an odd feeling passing by with each step you took. It was the opposite of the one I grew up in, representing everything I was told to dislike, and yet I was here anyways. I had made up my mind to fight instead of continuing to run from the problem. I wasn’t a rebel, but I wasn’t an imperial either. I was the middle ground, a former Jedi with a new identity, a mask to shield my face so that I could live freely, but the saber still gave it away. I was good, too good to be a civilian having fun with an old relic, even though some still used them publicly. Some, as in him.

The Jedi fell and Lord Vader rose out of thin air. There was no preface, no foreshadowing, he just came, and everyone bowed their heads.

To outsiders he was a military leader trained in combat, who happened to use an imaginary power. To force users, like Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and I, he was a Sith. We all knew it the second he began hunting us down. He wanted the Jedi dead and made it clear when he began searching for my alias as well. Everyone knew who she was, I was put on every single imperial security watch available, but I evaded it all I could. I forged a new saber, so that they couldn’t track me that way, and told people about how the female jedi on the Holonets from the clone wars died. The only people who truly knew were Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, since they too had done something similar. He was Ben, she was Ashla, and I gained the name Fugitive, a mask being the only way to keep track of my identity.

I couldn’t count how many storm-troopers I had killed by now, just that I did. I was forced to, to keep myself alive, because he wanted me turned in. I was always told to run, to flee from Vader because of what he’s done, but all I wanted was for the man to wind up dead. A lust for revenge had developed ever since I learned what he did to my best friend, Anakin Skywalker.

I don’t even know how he could have killed a warrior like him, but he did and now he’s gone. Slaughtered like any other while trying to save people in the temple, something someone with his character would have done naturally. The worst part is that everyone he was trying to save is dead too, and that he could have escaped with us, had he not done what he did. He had a wife, Senator Amidala, a good friend of mine, who also died that night, although I wasn’t sure if they ended on good terms.

The two had been arguing for a while, he believed she was cheating on him with Obi Wan, although she continued to deny it along with everyone else. I was the only one who he talked to about his problems willingly, even Kenobi would have to go through reading his mind to talk about personal issues. It was only when Anakin died that the truth came out, that being that Anakin was right, and she was seeing Kenobi.

I hadn’t recognized him after that point. I knew he was afraid he would be kicked out of the Jedi order if we found out he was dating another woman. Even further, the fact he knowingly was allowing the affair to happen, but it occurred anyways, and he lost everything with it. That was consequence enough, he didn’t need me to yell at him any further for going that far.

Still, I was angry, because I cared about Anakin.

And also loved him.

I denied it for years, the helpless prodding’s from Ahsoka when the two of us would spend hours upon hours with each other. We carried out the entire war effort, working extremely close together on missions. It was no surprise that I liked him, he had even mentioned subtly what things would be like if he hadn’t met her. It sounded like he regretted it, but I had no clue, due to us being force users.

I now stood in front of the man who took him away, the one that gutted him in the chest like a fish with no care whatsoever. The man that had been hunting me down under both my names since the night of the fall, the one that was known for murdering everyone in his path. I don’t know how he found me, I had a feeling we were being followed, but I didn’t care. We needed the Holocron inside of the temple, and Ahsoka now had it in hand. I could sense their distraught, both behind me looking at the Sith in front of us. They didn’t want to fight him; they were afraid to fight him. I felt differently, looking at his mask through the visors of my own.

“It was foretold that you would be here, our long-awaited meeting has come at last."

“This meeting is over,” Ahsoka said.

“Are you so sure?” the Sith questioned through the modulated voice his mask provided him, as I stepped forward.

“What are you doing?” Obi-Wan asked me, his breath becoming short.

“Leave."

“No," he shook his head. "Don’t do this."

“Leave. Now.”

I looked up at the temple’s ceiling as the walls started to drop down. It was collapsing on itself, since the Holocron had been taken from the Obelisk. There wasn’t much to do, but I knew I didn’t want to pull them into this. I turned around and outstretched a hand.  

Ahsoka screamed as I force pushed both her and Obi-Wan back while the temple’s walls crashed down. I saw her figure fly back just before the drop and felt her gently land. There was a ship, they could leave, I would worry about myself after I killed him.

“We’re finishing this here,” I said. "I know you've been hunting me for the past months."

“You are courageous, unlike your friends,” the Sith mused. “Hateful.”

“You killed my best friend," I pointed out. "I want you to experience that same pain."

“Revenge is not the Jedi way,” he reminded. "Your confidence dilutes your ability to make rational decisions."

“I am no Jedi.”

“Then who are you? Your saber is unlike any I have ever seen, an identity successfully hidden behind a helm.”

“That’s none of your business, why have you been hunting me?” I asked. I felt the pressure of the Dark Side creeping against my mind's barriers, he was trying to invade.

“You would make a wonderful apprentice in the dark side,” Vader said. "You have already abandoned your training as a Jedi."

“I don’t side with murderers.”

“And yet you are one. I have seen your way of fighting Fugitive; you have killed countless of our troops and inquisitors.”

“Your Inquisitorious is an embarrassment, and I will never join you, not after what you did,” I called my saber to my hand, igniting it.

“Then you will die.”

There was this feeling of fear that attempted to wash over me, like he was attempting to throw me off, but I wasn't thinking about it anymore.

I ran full speed at him, force pushing myself up off the ground and into the air to try and put myself on the offensive. My blade met his right over his helmet, as he angled me back and I landed behind him. My automatic response was to try and swing for his legs, a move he evaded but had been surprised by. I knew I needed to be careful with how I played things. He would try and tire me out by just playing the defensive, but I also didn’t get that tired frow much stamina I built up during the war. Vader was also bigger, and stronger, meaning I’d need to use his weight to my advantage. I was quick, less stable, and grounded, and more agile in my movements.

We continued to take shots at each other, as he seemingly began to test me. It was a constant switch from the right to the left, bashing at each other from different angles and walking along with it. It was something Anakin and I always did, and it almost felt familiar. For whatever reason, I could feel myself getting into the rhythm Skywalker and I got into when we would train every day. After a certain point I would always switch my grip and force him to back off, and I did it purely out of muscle memory, shoving the Sith back.

“Your anger focuses you,” he commented. “Join me and I can enhance that power.”

“You killed him, the man I loved, do you truly believe I would ever consider that?”

“He is gone for a reason,” Vader said.

“He was the chosen one!” I shouted, interlocking lightsabers in a pursuit for power over the other. "You know why he lost his life?! Because he was trying to save everyone else, instead of actually caring for himself for once."

“(Y/N)."

I stumbled back immediately, hearing that name leave his mouth,

"What?"

My eyes widened beneath the visors, letting my guard down for just a moment.

It was all he needed.

I felt his immense force break through my walls and invade my mind, clawing through my memories and thoughts like a file. Not only that, but he immediately took me to the ground. It was quick, as he now straddled me, muscular thighs resting over my lower waist. Both my arms were pinned to either side with by the force, my saber in his hand.

I grunted, struggling under him and thrusting against his cod piece hoping it would make him budge but it barely made a difference. I couldn’t do a thing, as the Sith reached for my mask and pressed down on the sides. I felt it depressurize, as his gloved digits lifted it off my head, and I looked into his mask with my own eyes.

"How do you know my name?" I asked angrily as I fought underneath him to free myself.

There was no way of telling what he truly felt in that moment, holding the helm silently, breathing being the only indication he was still alive. I continued to try and do everything to get out of his grasp, but the Sith only sat there and took me in, his body heat lingering over my own. I felt like a mess, wondering where Ahsoka and Obi-Wan might be right now, realizing why Anakin lost his life to this man. I didn’t know how he knew my name, my real name, the one that no one had called me in months. I was fully pinned down, not giving up until I saw him reach for his own helmet.

"What are you do—"

My throat ran dry, amber eyes piercing through my body like a blade.

"Anakin."

It was him, with brown hair that held golden streaks just above his armor.

"(Y/N)."

Hearing his voice sent a shiver down my entire back, as I shuddered underneath him.

“I thought you died—they said Vader killed you—" there were tears welling up in my eyes, looking up at him.

“I am alive."

“Why did you turn?"

“The Jedi council was using us, Obi-Wan lied to me about Padme (Y/N), they were having an affair. But you know that already.”

“Obi Wan told us,” I trailed off.

“I know.”

“Do you plan to kill me?”

“No, that was never my intent," he emphasized lowly.

“So, what will you do?” I questioned.

“After separating myself from the order, I reflected much upon it,” Anakin started. "And came to terms with several of my mistakes."

“What mistakes?”

Still straddling me Anakin leaned down, placing his hands by either sides of my head and lowering himself to my ear.

“I was blindly dating filthy senator, when I had the love of my life right next to me the entire time."

"What do you mean?" I emphasized each word, my abdomen tensing as he got so close to me.

"There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of my future and imagine you by my side. I told myself it was our strong bond causing me to think of you constantly, due to the amount of time we spent together, but now, I feel completely different."

"Anakin," my heart was racing, as he continued to whisper into my ear.

"Maker, I missed you so much."

He was just trying to be friendly, that's all this was.

"Now, I know you are not that naive," he let out a deep chuckle, reading my mind.

"Is this your way of coercing me into joining the dark side?" I said softly, trying to play it off.

"There is no need to coerce you (Y/N), your heart is already doing all the work," Anakin told me. "All there is to do is to make up for lost time."

"No.."

"Continuing to deny it is only stalling the inevitable," he spoke in a playful way. "Your hatred towards the one you believed to be my killer only proves it more."

"I—" I cut myself off, as Anakin moved his head, now right over mine.

"What is it?" he asked me, his golden eyes flicking from my lips up to my eyes in quick fashion.

I gave in, nodding to his silent question and feeling the force lift off my hands.

Anakin pressed his lips to mine as I lifted my head up and met him midway. His robotic hand came down to my waist, the other combing through my hair as he helped hold my head steady. It was delicate and prepared, goosebumps crawling over my skin as his weight pressed me onto the cold temple floors. He was an expert in the way he worked around my mouth, the first time I had ever kissed anyone to begin with.

To think such a sacred place would be ruined due to our own shenanigans.

A Jedi and a Sith, making out in a temple with no care for sentiment.

His lips were chapped yet soft, and the more breaths we took between kissing the more swollen they became. Anakin didn’t seem to care though, continuing to go down on my neck allowing me to breath. He wasn’t going too far, but it was enough for the occasion, leaving marks I that wouldn’t leave for days.

It was madness.

Everything around us screamed in pleasure, the force happily chiming along with the two sides agreeing on something, even if it wasn’t an argument. Anakin had changed, and I couldn’t decide if it was for better or for worse.

If only those two could see me now, making love to the man that we had been running from for months. The copious amounts of rage had turned to attraction in a blink of an eye, rejoicing in his presence as my hand pressed against his tunic and I felt his abdomen underneath the fabric. He was such light and yet the darkness itself, drowning me in it as we sunk into a pool of ecstasy.

The cold stone floors were soon heated, as the temple grew humid and we both simultaneously agreed to take our tops off. It was the definition of multitasking, as I took off his armor and tunic, leaving behind a black pair of pants, and his boots. With the force he slipped my top off, gaining access to my collar bone and gracing it with his mouth. There was a possessive feeling in the air, as he took in my body for the first time with his own eyes as I did to him.

"You are so beautiful, it is intoxicating."

I felt myself smiling, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, the both of us kissing deeply. This was it, holding our breath as we enjoyed one another, but the force was warning the both of us.

The temple shook, I almost forgot it was collapsing.

"We need to escape before we become trapped inside," Anakin said. "My ship is outside."

"And you assume I'm coming?"

"I know you are."

I laughed, acknowledging his foresight. We put on our clothes hurriedly yet thoroughly, as someone trained to handle life or death would. In truth, that was what we stood for, as Jedi and Sith both came together as one, in ways that would be frowned upon.

Except we didn't care.

We weren't denying it any longer.

Back in business since the recent Ahsoka episode. Hope you all enjoyed!

[the-hidden-empire]

How they are as husbands:

Sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes! I haven’t had time to correct the grammar .

Darth Vader:

- You are his lifeline, the only thing that truly motivates him.

- Keeps you away from palpatine.

- Doesn’t allow you to come on missions, that he is dead set on.

- In his eyes you are so delicate, he would never put you in harms way.

- Communicates through the force with you.

- You both have a special force bond.

- When he’s away on a mission, he’ll constant check on you through the force.

- He’ll hold yours face and he’ll lean his helmet on you’re forehead.

- But In his chambers he can kiss you with such passion, but only for short amount of time. He can’t take his respirator out for too long.

- Has visions of his former self starting a family with you.

- He wants to rule the galaxy with you at his side.

- Vader allows you to follow him around if it’s not dangerous.

- If something dangerous happens, he’ll send his best troopers to protect you and get you to safety.

- God help anyone who tried to lay a hand on you, let alone inflicting damage upon you.

- Being his wife made you royalty within the empire.

- He allows you to have a say on most matters relating to the empire.

- He couldn’t live without you, so he’ll eliminate every threat to you in the galaxy.

- You have stoped him from chocking his soldiers to death, he can never deny you.

[starlazergazer]

It’s Not Too Late

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

Request: Anakin gets a second chance to have true freedom and peace! Reader comes across Darth Vader for the first time after order 66 and attempts to pull Anakin back on the right path.

Warnings: None, some angst

Word count: 3k

A/N: Only in this one very instance can you fix him! I know the request asks for fluffy but I made this super angsty instead with some fighting banter between Anakin and the reader so I hope you like it because I loved writing it!

You’d heard the whispers, how could you not, though no one was ever brave enough to tell you them to your face. Not that you blamed them. That your best friend Anakin Skywalker could be the famous Darth Vader, Palpatine’s personal padawan, was so ludicrous, so ridiculous, you wouldn’t have let anyone utter the accusation in your presence leave unscathed.

And yet still a part of you knew.

The day it happened, the exact moment it happened, you could feel it. More than a disturbance in the force, more than a breaking of prophecy: a betrayal, a very personal very painful betrayal.

But still looking up at the man you had thought you once knew from your position chained on the floor you felt the last part of your hope die, unaware even that that hope had existed in the first place.

“I didn’t want to believe the rumors” you shook your head at him, eyes bouncing back and forth between those familiar but very different blue ones.

“And here I thought you’d be happy to see me” a smirk grew over his lips as he looked down at you. And somehow those words hurt worse than seeing him walk around with such authority through the empire’s army, more than seeing a new infamously red saber strapped to his hip.

“You’ve changed” you shook your head back up at him, feeling the lump grow in the base of your throat with each passing minute “You are not the Anakin I knew”

“I am exactly the Anakin you knew” he chuckled back at you, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat down calmly in the chair before you, causally crossing one leg over the other “Just finally lived up to my full potential”

And you didn’t know how to respond to that, to his complete acceptance, even beyond that his full belief that he was being aided by the dark side of the force, that it was somehow making him better, stronger. “What do you want?”

“Your base” he answered plainly, leaving forward in his seat to rest his elbows on his knees staring down at you “the rebel base, I want coordinates”

“What makes you think I have them?” You asked with a shrug, watching the smug smile slowly fade from his face.

“Don’t play dumb it was never a good look on you”

You felt your own anger spike within you as his did. He clearly didn’t know you that well if he thought you would give it up this easy. “What happened to being the chosen one?” You taunted him, turning to pressing his buttons on purpose, proving even if just to yourself that at least you knew him “you were supposed to-“

“-bring balance to the force yes I’ve heard it all before” and oh how you relished the anger in his tone, in the way the words hissed out through a clenched jaw, the way his eyes narrowed down at you ever so slightly, you’d always enjoyed messing with angry Anakin “answer the question”

“I’m just saying if you wanna talk about playing dumb, does turning to the dark side really seem like the best way to go about that?”

“Says the one chained to the floor” he pushed to his feet towering over you as he spoke “Now because of our past I’m giving you a chance here, a chance to answer to me instead of the emperor, do not mistake this kindness for weakness” and before you could respond he was turning around and walking back through the door, but you weren’t done. You couldn’t let him leave it like that, couldn’t let him bring up your past friendship like it was nothing more than a bargaining chip to be cashed in later.

“You know I thought we had lost you with order 66” You called out after him “I mourned your death” you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel shame over the way your voice shook, overwhelming amounts of anger and betrayal trumping any and all other emotions within you.

He didn’t even look back as he spoke in a disturbingly monotone voice “Anakin Skywalker is dead. I am what remains”

You shook your head at his response though he couldn’t see it, hating him for the way he tried to hide from what he has done, shelter who he once was from the man he has become.

A bitter laugh escaped you “No, you don’t get to distance yourself from your own actions, you don’t get to protect that jedi you once were by calling yourself a different name.”

His body went rigid at your words, the surprise from your outburst evident in his reaction, it wouldn’t surprise you to learn that you were the first person to ever call him out on it.

“Anakin Skywalker was my friend” you pushed on, spitting the words at his feet “and you tarnish his memory with every action done in the name of the empire"

Anakin spun around on his heel at your words, a dangerous smirk on his face before he knelt down squatting before you, an all too familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye “You know I always liked the way you spoke your mind no matter what” A taunt in his tone, a look that dared you to step out of line “You never really knew when to shut up did you? I suggest you learn”

“You forget that I know you” you taunted back, leaning in even closer to him, showing him he wasn’t scaring you by forcing proximity “you can’t hide behind your charms from me Skywalker”

Still the smug smirk didn’t drop from his face, his eyes taking a second to bounce between yours before locking on a piece of hair that fell in front of your face. Slowly his hand reached out, effortlessly tucking it back behind your ear like he had done a thousand times before. And suddenly you were back beneath the stars with him, talking about the future, upcoming missions, battle strategies, just about anything you could think of to keep him out there with you.

His hand struck with practiced efficiency, reaching out to grab your chin before you could even comprehend its movement, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he held your gaze on his “You will tell me where the rebel base is or I will take you to see emperor Palpatine, and trust me neither of us wants that to happen”

And even though the mere gesture of pulling your hair behind your ear had sent your heart racing and your mind reeling you forced your eyes to lock onto his, pushing down any feelings of familiarity, telling yourself exactly what he had just told you moments ago Anakin Skywalker is dead, he is what remains

“What’s the magic word?”

He cracked a smile at that, still holding you in place for a few seconds longer, giving you one last opportunity to answer before finally dropping your face, muttering a soft “so be it” before standing back up and heading for the door.

-

It had been easy to escape your bindings, too easy honestly, to the point that a small part of you wondered if you had been meant to escape them in the first place, if this was what your past with Anakin was worth to him, a chance and a poorly hidden saber.

You broke for the nearest town as soon as you could, keeping low and your thin scarf pulled over your face knowing it was far too easy to stick out in the empty desert.

You didn’t make it that far.

“You really thought it would be that easy?” His voice taunted you from behind, your body sagging slightly as you heard it, you hadn’t even noticed his approach.

“Yeah honestly” you returned, spinning around to face him “planning was never your forte”

He chuckled softly at that, shaking his head, casting his eyes down to his feet as he rested a single hand on his saber on his hip, looking far too much like the Anakin you had once known long ago. “Tell me where the base is Y/N”

And even though it remained unsaid you could feel the threat in his voice, in the way he glared at you, in the way his hand on his saber twitched.

“Are you not going to ask me about him?” You knew now wasn’t the time for the question, knew it was dumb to press that particular button now, but you couldn’t stand letting Anakin cast him off like this, cast you off like this.

He faltered at your question, his shoulders dropping slightly, his hand slipping from his saber. “You’ve been in contact with him?”

“Of course I have” you sighed, “And Ahsoka, Rex” you let your sentence trail off, hang in the air, let him come to you and ask the question if he wanted to know.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as Anakin waited, as you waited, only breaking when his voice spoke up, a shake in it you weren’t expecting “are they-“

And maybe it was the way his voice shook, the way his posture slumped, the way those all too familiar blue eyes were silently begging you, but you took pity on him, chancing a small step forward as you finished his sentence “they’re okay. Ahsoka even removed Rex’s chip, they’re all okay”

Another silence hung in the air, an almost imperceptible nod in Anakin’s head as he stared down at his feet, only looking up to chance a look at you when he finally spoke again, in a small defeated voice “just tell me where the base is Y/N, that’s all I need, then I can turn around and pretend I never saw you here”

You sighed at that, shaking your head softly “You know I can’t do that Ani”

He chuckled bitterly at that, going for his saber, igniting it, his face illuminating in red as he did so.

And instinctively your hand went to your own saber, ready to draw it and defend yourself, ready to be caught up in a sparing match with Anakin just as you had so many times before, but no, you had to remind yourself, it wouldn’t be just sparing this time around, not anymore.

You unclipped it from your belt, taking a moment to feel its weight in your hand, before tossing it to the side, watching the sand around it kick up as it landed a few feet away from you. “I won’t fight you”

Anakin shook his head, his eyes snapping to your saber on the ground next to you, a bitter laugh that didn’t full materialize on his lips “I’m not falling for that”

“Its not a trick” you shrugged, opening your hands before you, “I won’t fight you”

“Pick up your saber Y/N” he yelled at you, still holding his own before him, still poised to strike but holding back, waiting “I will not tell you again”

You watched him with a small shake of your head “Ani I can’t fight you”

And for a second you just watched his chest rise and fall quickly as a war raged in his mind, as he debated his next steps, before a frustrated yell ripped through the air and he was charging at you, and you couldn’t help yourself, you closed your eyes, a breath catching in your chest as you waited for the inevitable, and kept on waiting.

A tentative eye opened to see a bright flash of red, hovering just above your shoulder, just waiting there. Your gaze followed it up to Anakin only to see he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking down at his saber. And you could tell from the look in his eyes, from the way his grip kept changing, from the rapid fall and rise of his chest, that he was trying to talk himself into it.

Then a sigh and the blade was retracted, Anakin refusing to meet your gaze as he stepped back “get out of here Y/N”

And immediately you took a step back, your body begging you to run, to put this place and Anakin as far behind you as possible. But still you couldn’t.

“Come with me”

His gaze snapped up to yours in surprise, his eyebrows crunched together in confusion “I can’t” it came out as more a question.

“You can” you tried to encourage him, taking a tentative step towards him “You can come with me now and we can figure the rest of it out”

“I work for the empire” he spoke softly, “the empire isn’t what you think it is, they’re doing good, I’m doing good”

You sighed with a shake of your head, still inching forward, still holding out hope “You, you became the very thing you sought to destroy. Turning your back on everything you once stood for”

“Did I?” he challenged you calmly, repeating thoughts you knew he’d already gone through a thousand times before “or am I still upholding my same beliefs. I vowed to serve the republic and I still do, no matter what name it goes by now”

“You vowed to serve the people of the republic” you corrected “and now under the empires rule those people suffer”

“under the empire’s rule they are safe” he countered “From the time we were children we were told we were meant to be peacekeepers and that is exactly what I am doing now”

“You call this peace?” You couldn’t help but chuckle “How many die each day because of the empire’s tyranny”

“Because of the resistances rebellion” he countered but there was no malice in it, not the same angry argument as before but rather a debate.

“Look at them Anakin” you gestured to the town just before you, at the people begging for scraps outside of the bar, at the buildings crumbling from lack of maintenance “this is the effect the empire has on people”

Anakin shook his head at the sight before him, his eyes casting back down to the sand too quickly.

“Look at them” you repeated, putting more force into your words, practically begging him “Look at what the empire has done to this town, what you have done.”

“The empire stopped the war” Anakin’s gaze suddenly snapped back up to yours, a new defensiveness in his tone you weren’t used to hearing from him “these people are at peace, they do not fear for their lives anymore and that is what the empire has done”

“These people are starving” you objected, trying to keep your voice light but firm “they no longer fear death at the hands of intergalactic war but rather storm troopers on a power trip, bounty hunters, vagrants. They are far from safe”

“And what would you have me do now?” He demanded, exasperation in his tone “I stopped a war, I gave everything to stop a war”

“And now?” you questioned him “you did it, you stopped the war, why are you with them now?”

Anakin didn’t respond to that, his mind churning as his eyes bounced back and forth between yours, not saying a word as his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

It all seemed to click for you then, where his hesitation was coming from, his stubbornness, his need to believe he was right, had been right all along “It’s not too late for you you know”

Anakin froze on the spot, eyes jumping up to meet yours, desperately willing for you to continue.

“You made a few mistakes, took some missteps but you can still do good”

“I’ve made a lot more than a few mistakes” his tone was soft and dejected.

“That’s okay” you tried to assure him with a shake of your head “You can still do good”

He shook his head in response, eyes finally lifting from you to scan the town around you “that’s not who I’m meant to be, that is not my destiny”

“Screw destiny” you countered quickly “it wasn’t long ago your destiny was to bring balance to the force and now the jedi order no longer exists. There is no more destiny there is just the choices you make here and now”

“I can’t” he objected weakly with a shake of his head “I can’t just leave”

“you can” you countered but saw as he refused to listen to you, taking steps back, so you forward, without a second thought wrapping your arms around his neck, whispering the words into his ear “Ani you can”

And you felt him go rigid under your touch, refuse to give in, but not quite pushing you off.

“Let go what you have done in the past” you tried to urge him “focus on what you can do now. And right now you can help them. You can help me”

And slowly you felt his arms come up, first placed awkwardly on your back, giving you a chance to take it all back, before slowly wrapping completely around you, pulling you deeper into him, a shaky breath escaping him as he did so, as he buried his face in your hair “I don’t know how it all went so wrong”

“I know Ani I know” you assured him softly, rubbing a hand up and down his back “but now we can work to make it better”

“We?” You heard the hope in his voice and couldn’t help but chuckle, chuckle and fight to keep the tears at bay.

Pulling back from him softly, noting the way his arms seemed reluctant to let you go completely, just enough that you could look into his eyes. “You and me, we’ll make it right”

[anakinskywalker97]

Rise of Skywalker

Darth Vader x Ex-Padawan Reader

Reader gets captured by her former master. Things don't go as expected as they hash out old feelings.

Warnings: not gonna lie it's really dark in the beginning, Anakin redemption, hurt comfort, good after care, CNC, Rape, Dom Vader, he thinks it's her pulling him into it but it's really the force forcing them together, it's complicated and dark, but feelings confession, part of a larger series, vaginal sex, blow jobs, orgasms, I've never written anything like this before so hopefully it's alright.

Chapter One: Revenge 

It was beyond stupid to stay on the ship when they were being boarded by Imperial soldiers. You should try to escape on one of the fighters. Deep down you knew it was too late for that. If you were in your own ship it would have been possible. Your shoulders tensed as the Imperial ship came closer, you recognized a Force signature you’d certainly wanted to avoid. It wasn’t quite the same as it had been when he was a Jedi, it was twisted but still somehow him. You handed the ship over to someone else and grabbed your bag. 

You never got the chance to go up against your former master. Something that Obi-Wan had said you should feel grateful for. He knew the two of you had more going on than what was appropriate for a Master-Padawan bond. To fight against someone you love, well, Obi-Wan still wasn't the same man. He was empty, a shell of what he once was. 

You felt disgusted with yourself. You wanted to hurt him, knowing whatever damage you did would only be a fraction of the pain he had caused you. You wondered when this life would ever leave you behind. 

His presence moved through the ship and you were sure that the plans beamed to them were going to be discovered. Another failed attempt. You hadn't been aware of their plan when you had agreed to pilot the ship. It was supposed to be a diplomatic mission. 

“Just let him take me.” You had told the rebel leader. Her face pinched in annoyance. 

“You do not understand what he’s capable of -” She started but you cut her off.

“No, you don’t understand now fuck off.” You snapped at her, she felt guilty that someone innocent would be sacrificed for her plan. You moved towards the landing bay. You turned the corner in the final hallway, smoke billowing everywhere from the blasters having been fired. He stood tall at the end of the hall. His features were masked but his presence was shaken by your gaze. 

“Take her to the detention block.” When he finally spoke his voice was metallic and dark. Storm troopers flooded towards you and you went with them gracefully. You wanted to draw them off the ship and give these idiots a chance. 

They checked you over once they got you into the cell. They took your bag, lightsaber, and blaster. You were truly a prisoner. Laying down the sleeping platform you tried to rest. 

Meditation was never your favorite thing, but you knew that whatever happened next you would need your strength. Your mind went the same way it always did when trying to mediate. Memories flooded you and your heart clenched tightly, but as it had been for so many years, there was no Obi-Wan to scold you and put you on the right path. No Anakin laughing at you. Just pain and an embarrassing amount of longing. 

The Force seemed stronger around you than normal, maybe this was the path it wanted you to take. You tried to manipulate it but it wasn't interested in letting you be in control, it was pulling you and weather you liked it or not you were on this ride. 

The silence was a welcome change, your life had become very complicated recently with trade route disputes and the rebels constantly trying to recruit you. 

You thought about the last time you saw Anakin. Rage flared through you and you wondered when that wound would ever heal. It festered inside you. You could push it down, keep busy, but if he was ever brought up you would get sick almost immediately. He’d pushed you away. Sent you away from The Order and The War only to blow himself up and take the Jedi with him. You did come across the full prophecy years later while on a side quest in the Dagobah system. Anakin didn’t choose to become a Sith, at the core of his creation he was a Sith. Your stomach twisted painfully. This information had haunted you for years. Did this excuse him? Did it mean he was evil the whole time? Did he choose this life over you or did he have a choice at all?  

You felt his darkness prodding at your mind. You kept yourself shut down tight, no way you were letting him in. A com chimed and his voice echoed in your cell. 

“It seems you have something I want.” He spoke slowly. “Go to the ship's lower quarters.” The door slid open and you sighed. You moved through the seemingly empty hallways. You followed the trail he set for you in the force. Doors sprang open and eventually, you knew you were in his quarters. The air was different and the lights were dimmed. You moved into the space and decided it felt suffocating. Artifacts were displayed throughout the room and a desk near the window was covered in the contents of your bag. He had carefully laid out every single item. Even the charm he had carved you all those years ago was lying amongst medical supplies and various books. In the center of the room was a large orb, and in the center a large throne-like chair. The rest of the room went to the right and was obscured from your view. 

Once satisfied with your observation of the room you finally dragged your attention to the masked figure sitting on his throne. 

“You called?” You said calmly. His gaze was hidden in his mask but you could feel it resting heavily against your skin. 

“How have you been?” He asked in a dead voice. The sound of it was created to frighten people, it was nothing like Anakin's voice. You cocked an eyebrow at him and moved closer. “It’s not like you to be captured so easily.” 

“You’ll have to excuse me, I never finished my training.” You said hoping it bothered him. You tried not to show him any emotion knowing it would only delight him. You looked out the window.

“I thought maybe you had come to me for that reason.” He said and you snapped your head to him. 

“I’d die first.” The words were coated in venom. You wanted to fight him. He made an exasperated noise that reminded you of who he used to be. 

“Fuck me.” You knew how the words were intended but the suite spoke them as a request rather than a whisper under his breath. 

“Maybe I will.” You snapped back. It was an overused joke, said hundreds of times all those years ago. But this wasn't your Master, this monster before you was a stranger. He looked at you for a moment longer and you hated how hard your heart was hammering. You were waiting for his attack. Your mind had half a hold on your lightsaber across the room. The force was vibrating through you while also being completely resistant to your request. 

His large gloved hands moved to the sides of his sleek black helmet. The sound of air escaping sounded and he pulled the top half off. Your hand immediately reached towards him before you dropped it at your side. The state of his skin made you want to throw up. It was badly damaged, but it looked fresh. As if he had just fallen into lava yesterday. He took the bottom half of his mask off. Then he worked on unfastening his top. 

“What are you doing?” You said in a high-pitched tone. You wanted him to cover himself, you didn't want your heart to reach out to his obvious suffering. You didn't want him to have Anakin’s features.

“Can’t fuck you in all this.” There was a collar around his neck that kept his voice the same. His eyes were red and they burned into your skin. You realize then that he’s serious. Panic washes through you, but there isn't a clear escape. Your mind is still preoccupied by the sight of his damaged flesh and prosthetic arms. They were metal, just like his hand used to be. You assumed he would have had them replaced with the new kind of prosthetics. He kept his gloves on and motioned for you to come up the steps to him. 

“Don't lie to me Padawan.” He growled. “I can feel you pulling at me in the force.” His voice made you shiver but it wasn't you pulling on the force, the force was pulling you. 

You resisted then felt his force presence grip you. Your clothes started to move off of you and you tried to fight him. 

“Come to me.” He said and you resisted now almost naked. His eyes feasted on your form and you didn't know how but you were going to make him pay for this. While your mind was frozen with rage and fear your body was more than happy to fall into him. He pulled you across the room till you were in front of him. It was hardly fair to be naked and displayed  in this way. He’d stripped you down and was now enjoying the sight of you, sitting comfortably on his throne, legs spread.  No way he would actually force you into this, but then again there was a running list of things you thought he would never do. Unfortunately, when he checked an item off of it he tended to do it with as much dramatic flare as possible. 

“I won't.” You said firmly. 

“You will.” His voice was tauntingly calm. He pulled you onto his lap and you tried to break his grasp on you. He had undone his pants and you realized this was actually happening. “You have something I want.” He whispered causing your body to shudder. To your horror he gripped your hips tightly. You felt your body coming undone in his presence. The force was useless, it was pulling you to together. You could feel it now, he could bend it but he couldn't control it entirely. It pulsed around you pushing you further towards him, preparing your body. 

The head of his cock pressed against your entrance you expected it to hurt. His goal was to hurt you, to punish you, and probably get you to spill about rebel plans. This was a torture session. But as he pulled your hips down you could feel how wet you were. Your body opened to him easily. The feeling of being stretched out for the first time in years overwhelmed you. His eyes are red so deeply clouded with rage, something inside you broke as he bottomed out. You wanted to see his brown eyes. You wanted him to be Anakin. Your face flushed at this realization and he groaned. 

“Even now you still need me” The words turned your face red with embarrassment and shame. They cut you. But there was no anger in your body, only need. 

Vader settled himself in your tight cunt. 

“Move.” His deep voice commanded. It was beyond cruel to force you down on his cock only to make you fuck yourself on it. Your hips moved as if working on muscle memory. You moved slowly and every time you bottomed out on him he moaned. The sound made you pick your hips up and do it again. You would probably do it forever if it meant feeling this again. The pleasure he gave made your mind hazy. 

He did something unexpected, his hands were large enough that he could move his grip slightly and brush your clit with is thumb. Just then he used his other hand to push your hips down. His cock reached deeper inside you and you felt it swell within your tight walls. 

“Show me how bad you’ve missed me.” He commanded and your body responded to his touch. You came, walls collapsing against his cock, you felt his seed flood inside you. Your body helped him off, just like it used to. You felt your defenses fall, as your forehead pressed against his shoulder. He moved within your mind pulling from you your worst memories. He searched for something inside you and his grip on your mind hurt. Years flashed before your eyes and he gripped your hips tighter and tighter as you relieved your worst moments. He growled as every part of you was in submission to him once again. 

He picked you up and pulled you down. He was using your body now, and you hated how easy it was for him. You did nothing while he lifted you and slammed you down on his cock. The pressure started to build inside you again. 

“Cum.” He commanded and you felt your orgasm grip you tightly. Your pussy choked on his cock, and he continued to move you through it. Once again he filled you.  You were too far gone to push back into his mind but you could feel a certain ache in his chest. One that belonged to you. Tears formed in your eyes as you felt his emotions but not his thoughts. 

You felt his force presence wrap around your body. You laid back in it like it was bathwater letting it caress you. You were fully on display and watched his eyes devour where your pussy swallowed his cock. He loved how you were on display for him, he loved pleasuring you.   His feelings for you were deep and consuming. This thumb found your clit and you bucked your hips against him. He remained seated moving in and out of you slowly, eyes focused on how his cock fit inside you. 

Eventually, he stood. He set a ruthless pace, hammering into you. But in your half conscious state, you could feel that every time his emotions peaked into rage it would quickly turn to something warmer. He hated that he couldn't hate you, that he couldn't hurt you. That as badly as you needed him, he needed you even more. While his grip and pace were rough, his force presence was soft. Touching you in the ways he missed being able to touch you. He was touch starved and wild with your body. 

You felt his need for you and choked on it as if it were a hand on your throat. You felt hot tears stream down your cheeks as those deepest needs inside of you were finally held. You finally felt at home. 

“Master.” The word rolled off your lips and then you couldn't stop saying it. You said it as if his old title could somehow bring him back to you. His voice was deep and he moaned loudly at your acceptance of him. He attacked your clit and your body was pulled under fully. Your vision was gone, and your ability to breathe was gone. You felt like you were going to die, maybe that was his desired outcome. You came for what felt like an eternity as he pumped more and more of his cum inside you. Finally, it’s grip on you ended and you felt him pull your limp body to his chest. His arms wrapped around you, the cold metal reminding you of what had been lost forever. 

He held you tightly and you realized you were still crying. He tried to soothe you but the pain was inescapable. It took you a long moment to understand what it was. You weren't grieving him, you were feeling him. The pain coursing through his body at this moment. It ran the length of his spine and radiated out to what amount of limbs he had left. 

Take this off - you demanded through the newly established force bond. You felt him hesitate before he realized he was hurting you too. 

I don’t know if I can - He tried to unclasp it, only then did you feel his fear and then acceptance. It could be the only thing keeping him breathing, and yet he undid it regardless. Even if he died he had gotten his last wish. He held his breath and took the collar off. Breathing was challenging but not impossible without it. The pain diminished and you took a deep breath. 

You took the collar from him and examined it, you quickly dropped it to the floor in horror. It had been designed to attach into his spinal column, disrupting his peripheral nervous system. The radiating pain finally stopped.  Your fingers ran across the raw skin of his neck and you shuddered at his increased pain. You could also feel his pleasure, so starved for touch that he could adore your touches even if they caused him tremendous pain. 

Take it all off - you urged him knowing it was the cause of most of his pain. He reluctantly pulled out of you and placed you on the edge of his desk. He slowly removed the rest of the suit and you felt him get lighter. You took in the full extent of the damage. The suit had been designed to dig into his flesh causing it not to heal properly. Your mind was still hazy but you reached out with the force and pulled a container of healing salve. It was so easy to feel and use the force now it felt strange to you. 

No - He realized what it was the moment it landed in your hands. He picked you up quickly and carried you to the bathroom. He placed you down on the countertop and got a warm washcloth. He cleaned you carefully, then began to wash the rest of your body. His fingers run over the bruises forming on your skin. You could feel his distaste for the new scars that had been etched into your skin since the last time he saw you naked. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, his voice thick with emotion. His voice. Anakin’s voice without that stupid collar. You squeezed your eyes shut feeling it run through you. He sighed feeling your chest split open for him. 

He carried you once again through the space into a smaller room. It had a large bed covered with black silky sheets. He set you down in it carefully. He could feel your arousal at his tenderness and he planned to fully enjoy it despite having just washed you. 

You used the force to pull him down this time. You got him on his back and straddled him. You could feel his disapproval but didn’t care. You grabbed the container of salve and started with the deep gashes in his neck. He let out a sound of relief and you covered his scalp and face before moving to his torso.  

You felt him let his guard down completely, you had free run of his thoughts as you treated him. 

“Anakin.” You had never used his first name and it felt strange in your mouth. His body tensed but you continued. “I don't blame you.” 

The words may have been more for yourself than him. His hands gripped the sheets and you could feel how much pain he was in at your words. But when you could feel someone's heart it made sense. You had known of the prophecy in it’s entirety for around three years, and only now could you feel what they actually ment.The years of slavery, The Order - you felt his last interaction with you. How he had insisted you leave The Order. Leave the war. Only now did you understand what he was trying to protect you from. The loss of your companionship only made it easier for Palpatine to pull him in. All he wanted was order and control. After being in pain his whole life it made sense. Palpatine’s warning to him that you would die in battle rang through his mind and it was your turn to grip the sheets and clench your jaw. His last fight with Obi-Wan, how much he hated himself for it. Dark memories of his surgery came in bursts and it felt as if you were experiencing it with him. Every memory after that was coated in a thick syrup of pain. Palpatine's rage and manipulation are so clear to you now, the way he regularly lashed out and tortured Anakin.

 The moment Palpatine told him you were dead. The feelings he felt in that moment hit you. He had really thought you were gone all this time. 

I didn't intend to show you that - he sounded deeply uncomfortable. 

I guess you had something I wanted as well - Before he had a chance to react and ruin all the carefully placed salve, you got down between his legs. You felt his vulnerability and knew that it was likely to snap sending him back into his cave, further into the Sith. You didn't fancy having to fight him after your muscles felt like jello. You closed your mouth around him wondering how you used to do this. It was sloppy and uncoordinated as you tried to remember how to get him down your throat. 

His mind moved back to the first time you had ever done this. You re-lived your shared memory. It was late and you had been training well passed when you should have been. After years of unresolved tension, when you had him pinned on his back, you moved into the same position you were now. You’d read your first romance novel and couldn’t stop reimagining the scenes with your master. You begged him to let you do it. You wanted to please him and feel pleasure so badly it was driving you mad. He’d let you, but only for a moment before forcing you on your back and eating you out. He hated taking from you if he wasn't also giving you pleasure. 

“Tell me I was the last.” He said before groaning deeply as you moved him passed your gag reflex. 

Last, and only - You hated yourself for it, but his abandonment had twisted you up so badly you could never trust another to get that close again. You felt him slip into ecstasy at this revelation. Quickly he pulled you hair and dragged you off his cock with a pop as his head slid from your lips. He pulled you up onto the bed with the force and you landed on the soft sheets. The salve was dry and you thanked him for waiting. 

He moved inside you quickly then stopped. The feelings vibrating through the both of you were so strong. There was still the towering darkness in him that you left untouched. You had some of Anakin back, that would have to be enough for tonight. 

Search your feelings - he gasped. You did and could feel it pulse through you. The force was moving in both of you in a way you had never felt before. It was harsh and raw, it was something bigger than the living force. Something deeper. The realization of what it was choked you. 

Love - Not something Sith did. Not like this. Not pure like what was running through the both of you. He fucked you slowly, and you felt his surprise when you kissed him. He moved in and out of you with a tenderness that brought you over the edge in a different way. Something had permanently bonded between the two of you. Separating was impossible, but which side would win out. Would you be Sith? Or Jedi? Or your preferred option of nothing. 

This orgasm left you drained. There was nothing more you could do tonight. Your mind was gone, vision blurry with sleep. Your eyelids became heavy and you felt him get up. He came back with a damp cloth and cleaned you once more. You could feel his fascination with your skin and wanted to ask him about it but couldn't. 

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Vader had pushed you too far. Your mind collapsed from all the feelings and sleep took you. He held you tightly in his arms only drifting off for an hour at a time. He would wake up startled having to check that you were still real. Then he’d have to check your pulse, feeling it with the force until he would drift off again. The force was taking him on a different path. One he had given up on long ago. But he knew that you were stubborn, he had his way with you last night but tomorrow would be a different story. You would either go with him back into the light or leave him. The thought of losing this power crushed him, but knowing he could be loved again would be worth it. 

A feeling overtook him and he realized he would do anything to live within your love for him. The way he had treated you was unforgivable, and yet you had so carefully tended to his wounds. Even after he had just inflicted wounds on your own flesh you still cared for his. He pulled the pot of salve from his nightstand and carefully applied the last of it to the deep purple bruises he had left on your flesh. 

He felt sick. He went to the dark side to end the war and prevent your death. He had ensured that you were safely away before crossing over. Palpatine had told him you were dead. He’d believed it, unable to feel you in the force till that ship had come into range. He wanted you to be untouched by his evil and last night he had all but raped you with it. Forcing your body to betray your mind. If he could get up without waking you he would have gone to the bathroom and vomited. The pain he felt was so great he felt you jump in his arms. Your head lifted from his shoulder. Your hair was a mess and your eyes could barely open, puffy from crying. 

Does it hurt - I can put on more salve. - Your words were hazy even in the bond.

Go to sleep - he pushed away his frightening thoughts and tried to be calm to sooth you. Your head fell against his shoulder and you were out cold again.  

He didn't have to do right by The Order, Obi-Wan, or Palpatine. He just needed to do right by you with what time he had left. The force was strong with you and your choices, so he made the choice to follow

Chapter Two: Finding Obi-Wan

[weixuldo]

Allow Me // ch 1

Darth Vader x F!Reader

based on this ask by @informationqueen

(a/n: sorry this took so long!! but thank you for waiting!! I just got really focused on finishing up unconditionally and getting enigma set up for the climax. But, never the less, here it is!)

People would kill to be in your position, an officer on Darth Vader’s ship, the Executor. You couldn’t complain really, but ever since you transferred, something had felt off, you couldn’t seem to fit in or find your place amongst the others on board. Sadly, you receive some upsetting news and debate leaving, until an interaction with the Sith Lord, himself, leaves you curious as to who he is under all of that armor (literally & figuratively)

Warnings: mention of parental death, cannon violence, death, depiction of anxiety attack, depressive episode, loneliness, slut shaming, cursing, crude names, harassment

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Walking through the halls of your new posted station, you felt a sense of loneliness.

The white halls with troopers cycling through seemed so cold. You had worked here for a few weeks, yet you hadn’t made a single meaningful connection with anyone.

On the contrary, it seemed like most people just saw you as a nuisance, especially a unit of troopers that seemed to make a game out of tormenting you. 

As much as you tried, no one seemed interested in becoming acquaintances with you and it was wearing you down by the day.

But you needed to push through your discomfort, this was one of the best jobs in the empire. Working on Lord Vader’s personal ship?

People would kill to be in your shoes. 

You made your way down one of the many monotonous corridors to deliver a message to Admiral Ozzel about a new development in the rebel pursuit.

Personally, you didn’t really have opinions on the matters of the galaxy, of course you wanted peace for your system, but you couldn’t see a way to really fit into its liberation. So you went on with your life and did the best you could to be a decent human. 

Tensions on the Executor were fairly high with the pursuit of the Rebels fresh on Lord Vader’s mind. You had only ever seen Vader from a distance and he never spoke directly towards you. You often wondered if he even knew half of the people who worked under him.

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You were about to turn the corner into Ozzel’s office when the doors swooshed open and he stomped past.

“Wait! Sir, I have a message for you” You said, trying to catch up to the man.

He didn’t hear you and continued down the busy corridor to a control room. You followed closely behind but stopped when you entered the doorway of the room. 

Blinking lights and shimmering screens littered the space and a rush of busy admirals and empire workers bustled about the room. A loud beeping sound began and a large screen flashed sciatica before showing the mask of the most feared man in the galaxy.

Darth Vader.

You decided it better not to give the Admiral his message until after the suited man was done speaking; you stayed largely outside of the room, but peeked your head around the corner to see what was happening.

Admiral Ozzel turned to the dark figure and addressed him, though he didn’t get to finish his sentence before he began choking. 

“You have failed me for the last time, admiral” the deep mechanical voice boomed.

Your eyes widened as you saw the man you had just been trailing, collapse lifeless on the sleek floor of the executor.

As much as he was a nuisance, he didn’t deserve death.

Soon, Vader had shifted command to the next Admiral and exited the call. He was terrifying. The stories of him reached every corner of the galaxy and everyone knew them, but some of you just didn’t believe it.

But he just killed a man through a screen… What the fuck.

A gloved finger tapped your shoulder, making you jump. As you turned around, you noticed the man as the man who just replaced Ozzel. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked quite assertively, he was probably just on edge from witnessing his co-worker be killed right beside him.

“I was tasked with giving news of the rebel pursuit to Admiral…Ozzel” you trailed off as you watched two stormtroopers drag his limp body out of the control bay. 

“Well, now you may relay that information to me” the man standing before you stated.

You straightened your posture and delivered the news.

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As you finished your rounds, walking through the monochromatic halls of the flagship, you felt a buzz from the holo-pad clipped to your side.

The blue screen flashed pixels spelling out your father’s name. 

Odd. He never contacted you.

Begrudgingly you moved to lean against an indent in the wall as you checked his message.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, But your mother…”

Oh no.

“Your mother has passed” you heard him choke out on the audio message.

You cut the pad off and slowly slid your back down the wall. You didn’t know what to think, your parents were both healthy and led pretty normal lives, how did she?

The news was so sudden and unexpected. And where were you? Focusing on your career, several systems away….You didn’t get to say goodbye.

You were more in shock than anything, but as you sat there for a moment the tears began to fall. You leaned over your knees and held yourself. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you heard the familiar step of heavy boots. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt the nearing presence of the sith lord. 

Maker, this really wasn’t a good time.

You were about to stand at attention for Lord Vader, but before you could, he was already standing over you. 

“State your business here” his deep mechanical voice boomed. 

Your heart began to race, he had never directly spoken to you. Yet here he was looking into your glassy eyes.

You bowed and began to explain yourself. “My apologies, my Lord, I was-”

“You seem to have been crying” he observed.

Your face heated up even more now, was he going to kill you because he found you “weak”?

“I-I’m sor-”

“I sense your great discomfort, tell me what has happened?” he asked, tilting his helmet slightly. 

He's asking you what happened? Does he really care? Probably not, but you saw what happened earlier when his orders were defied.

“It’s my mother, my Lord…She passed,” you said quietly. 

You heard as his mechanical breathing hitched before he looked down the hallways. Once he turned back to you he placed a gentle gloved hand on your upper arm.

“My condolences. I understand.” he said before turning and leaving, his normal strut carrying him down the corridor. 

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For the next few days you were still in denial that the interaction with Vader happened. He was known to be a coldhearted machine who never had any emotion other than hatred. But, to you, he was….kind?

Your father had your mother buried quickly after her passing, sadly you were not able to attend her funeral, but maybe it was better that way. If you went back home, you might not have ever come back to the executor. 

You walked around the ship checking off equipment efficiency, today you had the exclusive card to Lord Vader’s meditation chamber. You had checked out that technology before, but you were unusually anxious this time.

What if you ran into him there? Would he remember you?

You swiped the silver card and entered the dark room. Your breath hitched as the doors revealed his chamber to be closed… he was in there.

You gathered all the courage you could and continued to the control system. The task was to check the equipment but you felt as if it were a violation of privacy. You had never been in the room while Vader was actually meditating so you had no idea what to do.

For lack of better ideas you gently knocked on the outer shell of the chamber and prayed he wouldn’t crush your airways. 

The Pod whirred and slowly began to ascend. You gulped as you heard the squeal of his helmet being secured to the rest of his suit. 

You bowed as his chair turned to face you. “I am sorry for the intrusion, My Lord. I have been tasked with inspecting the mechanics and I thought it best to alert you I would be in the room” you spoke.

He lifted a hand, “No need for apologies”.

Huh?

That was much more laid back than you were expecting.

“I sensed your intent once you entered. I have no qualms with people doing their jobs..unless it negatively affects me.” his mechanical voice conveyed to you.

You made sure to silence your thoughts, you didn’t know how much he could sense your emotions. But you knew he was being uncharacteristically cordial. 

“Thank you My Lord” you rose from your bow. 

His dark lenses stared at you for a moment before he spoke once more, “You are the officer I encountered in the corridor, are you not?”.

You nodded.

“Were You able to see your mother buried?” he asked.

Why was he asking you this, it's not like he cared.

“No sir, my schedule did not permit time for that, she was buried on our home planet just the other day.” 

His dark mask tilted downward. He must have been deep in thought because he didn’t register your voice until you repeated yourself for the third time.

“My Lord?”

“Continue your duties, pay no heed to myself” he spoke after another second of silence.

Your heart began to thump heavily inside your chest, you almost would have rather he ordered you to exit. Now you were stuck in here poking around as the mechanics while he was attempting to meditate nearby. 

“I am regretful that you were not able to see her buried” his voice chimed in, surprising you.

“Oh, um, thank you, my lord” you said shyly

“I understand your pain” was all he said before returning to his meditative state.

Your heart tugged as you worked, you knew you shouldn’t make a habit of running into and conversing with THE Darth Vader, but you couldn’t help but feel compelled. The rhythmic breathing of his suit oddly comforted you as you worked maintenance, he was really the only person who had expressed any interest in your life in months.

As you finished the last of your tasks you thought about how crazy this situation was, not only did he allow you to work in his room; you know he said he didn’t mind workers just doing their jobs, but he never allowed people into his meditation chamber with him. Never.

But he also never acknowledged anyone’s emotions, much less sympathize with them.

You gathered your supplies and headed out, looking back once you reached the doors to see if you should say goodbye or just leave. He was seated away from you; his shoulders were so broad, you wondered what he may look like under the suit…

“Thank you, my Lord” you said, deciding to announce your exit, rather than just leave– you didn’t exactly know what he thought of you, but you didn’t want to assume anything or create a bad impression.

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Once the large doors closed behind you, you took a deep breath and leaned against the nearest wall.

Maker, that was intense.

You stood there for a moment to gather your thoughts when two troopers walked by; much to your chagrin, they were the two who seemed to enjoy antagonizing you.

“Well well well… what do we have here?” one of them spoke.

“‘What’s got you all out of breath?” the other snarky asked.

You straightened your back and furrowed your brow, “That is none of your concern”

One kept his eye on you as the other nudged him and motioned towards the chamber door. 

“Ohhh, I see. Little officer y/n, providing her services to Sith lords across the galaxy”.

“I bet you love when Lord Vader whips out his ‘saber’, just for you.”

“Oh yea, Vader’s personal concubine” they laughed together.

“Real mature” you said, attempting to push past the two taller troopers.

“Hey, were not the ones “sucking” up to the boss, I mean look at her… it makes sense, how else do you think she got a position here?” one implied, tapping the temple of his helmet. 

“Yeah, it's not like she’s particularly good at her job”, the other snickered.

“At least she’s got a pretty face” 

You pushed past the two, feeling your anger about to spill over.

“Aww, where ya goin’ sweetheart? We were just joking” they laughed behind you.

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The rest of your week went on normally, you continued maintenance on whatever needed it and ran messages to various people. Though, you were finding hate mail by your quarters; you knew it was the troopers having their fun and you knew they’d be vandalizing your door if it wasn’t empire property. 

You weren’t distraught over the disgustingly crude letters they were leaving, more than anything you felt numb; why did they care to torment you if you didn’t even feel it anyway.

At this point, you existed purely as a cog to the machine of the empire. That's all you were.

Maybe a walk would clear your mind; it was after hours and you knew you weren’t allowed to go far, but it was better than going stir crazy in your room. 

The white door in front of you opened with a “swoosh” and you stepped through the frame. As usual, there was a crumpled up letter at your feet. You sighed and tossed it into the waste bin, why bother reading it? You’d just get another tomorrow…and the next day… and the next. 

As you roamed the cold halls, pondering your situation. You had no friends, no claims to your own, your mother passed and you weren't even there.

On top of that you were completely replaceable, the empire didn’t even need you; surely there was another being out there just as, if not more, capable than you.

All of these emotions and thoughts used to eat at you, but now you struggled to even feel at all.

It was getting bad. 

Before you knew it, you were as far from the sleeping quarters as you were technically permitted, you prepared to head back when a familiar sound caught your ear.

That breathing, it was him.

You flattened yourself against the wall and held your breath, if he saw you out here after hours and not in the approved uniform, you would actually be done for. 

His heavy footsteps halted and you heard the clink of stormtrooper armor clamoring down the hall. 

“Stop.” the deep mechanical voice commanded.

“Yes, Lord Vader” you heard the trooper respond. Ugh, not just any troopers, it was definitely the pair who had been tormenting you.

There was a moment of silence before the trooper spoke again, “Is everything alright, sir?”.

Soon, you heard a blaster crash to the floor and the nerve wracking sound of suffocation.

“I’m not sure, I’m feeling pretty tense, I haven’t seen my ‘concubine’ lately”

Oh shit.

The trooper who wasn’t being choked to death spoke up, “please. My lord, he didn’t mean anything by it!” 

You peeked around the corner just enough to see Vader menacingly turn towards the other trooper, gloved hand still outstretched by his belt. All of a sudden he released his force hold on the man, allowing him to fall to the floor.

The free standing trooper knelt down to help the other back to his feet.

“I see now, the two of you meant no harm. Carry on” Vader spoke, returning his hands to his sides.

The troopers gave each other a look before they quickly scrambled down the corridor. As Vader turned the other way towards the other exit. 

You were about to head back as well, until you heard faint crunching followed by cries of pain. You looked back around the corner and saw the troopers grabbing at their helmets and Vader slowly turning back towards them. 

With a simple swipe of his hand he sharply drew the men closer to him; they ended up suspended off the ground, their armored bodies thrashing around.

“I will not allow your insulting behavior on my ship- and it seems this is not the first disturbance you have caused” his strong voice boomed through the corridor. 

You silently rose and started tip-toeing back to the rooms, you definitely did not want to be caught here, and it sounded like the Sith lord was concluding business. As you hurried back, the halls behind you rang with crunching and two final screams. 

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You made sure to jump straight into bed and turn every light out; a sheen of sweat still covering your forehead.

You got back just fine, but why did you still feel uneasy? You had seen the horrors of the empire, two trooper’s death’s shouldn't shake you that much…

Was it the fact that they were dead because of a conversation you were a part of? What if the Sith lord came for you next? No. he wouldn’t…

right?

You did nothing wrong… well, he doesn’t know that…. Maker!

Soon you were on the verge of a panic attack, the pounding of your heartbeat thumped in your ears and you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. You just needed to relax.

Breathe in through the nose. Out through the mouth. In…out…in…out…

Once you calmed down you checked the time on the built-in digital clock all the rooms had; fuck, over half and hour had passed and you had to be up in four hours.

What you needed to do now was focus on falling asleep so you could do good work tomorrow. 

You settled down and began to drift into a comforting sleep, everything was ok-

Through the thin walls of the workers quarters, you made out a familiar gait… those heavy boot steps… that patterned breathing. 

He was coming.

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a/n: tyy for reading!! I am planning on doing a few more chapters, I havent decided how long I want to make this, But I hope you enjoyed!! and im really sorry abt the wait, again :(

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