#vader x you

[hanasnx]

❝𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥❞

darth vader x fem!reader

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

MINORS DNI 18+

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

word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always.” 

“Spoiled,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why did you like it?” he purred. 

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

[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.

[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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[wei-otter]

Never Forgotten //Vader x F!Reader / Ch 1

(A/N, hiii! I’ve never written before but the awesome @dokoni-mo and other anons on the page encouraged me to give it a shot. sorry abt grammar lollll i was better at science than english. i honestly have no idea what i’m doing loll, but all i know is i love vader and i love the community on here! thank you guys for being here!)

You and Anakin grew up together on Tatooine. Once the time came, he continued on to become a jedi knight while you became a medic. Years later you are once again reunited, only he is no longer the boy you knew on Tatooine. He is now Darth Vader, feared with lord. Was this a cruel trick of time? or was it your destiny all along.

Warnings: slavery, mentions of broken bones, terrible punctuation

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The bright suns adorning Tatooine’s warm sky served as your morning alarm. With a yawn you got up and got ready to head to the junkyard to assist your “employer” Watto. You grabbed your small backpack full of bandages and other first aid equipment, usually there would be some incident where someone would need patching up and you were the only one who seemed to actively care. You didn’t really know how you ended up on Tatooine, orphaned, and working for a low life junk dealer. What you did know was the only thing keeping you going were the Skywalkers, Watto’s slaves.

You arrived at Watto’s depot and surveyed the area for your Watto’s youngest slave, Anakin. Searching around the sand covered scraps you finally found him crouched over, collecting bolts in a small sack. Quietly creeping up on him you pounced onto his back.

“Ahhh” he shouted

“Hey Ani! What’s up?” You asked

“The suns, duh” he retorted

Rolling your eyes you told him that’s not what you meant. He responded with a small smirk.

“Where’s Watto?” You asked

“Out, I guess, I think he went to make a trade the next town over”

Nodding, thank the stars, Watto made you feel as if you needed to take a bath every time you ran into him, but he was the only one interested in a “free child” when you were found. Most wondered why he didn’t just make you a slave, but in his own weird way he felt bad for you (odd coming from him). So he allowed you a room in his junk yard and the title of “service apprentice”, though in reality you were just a glorified slave.

Tugging on your arm, Anakin pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Come on, lets go back to my house, I wanna fix up my droid”

Upon arriving at Mos Espa’s slave quarters, you saw Shmi, Anakin’s mother, cleaning machinery outside of their house.

“ Mom! I found the rest of the parts!” Ani exclaimed

Shmi turned with a smile, “That’s wonderful darling! I see you brought back someone else too! How are you today F/N?”

“I’m doing great since Watto’s gone”

She bent down to your height and winked “me too”

She walked inside and you smiled, turning to follow Anakin. Abruptly you were stopped by a child’s cry. Though you were only a child yourself, you felt the obligation to help everyone. You ran over to a girl, only a few years younger than you and held her cheek.

“What happened?”

Through her sobs she managed to say she tumbled over something on the stairs. She told you her parents were with their master so she was all alone.

“Ok, it looks like you may have broken your ankle, I need to look at it, to see for sure. This might hurt, so just hold onto me, ok?”

She nodded with tears in her eyes. Slowly you lifted her pant leg, she flinched and tightened her grip on you. Getting a better look at the leg of saw it was in fact broken, and there was a large scrape on her small knee. Sighing, you took out some bandages and ointment from your bag. You dabbed at the scrape and placed the healing ointment on it. As for the leg, you looked around and found a small stick that you created a makeshift brace with. After wrapping her leg you gave her something to numb the pain.

“It’s gonna be ok, your mommy will be back soon, alright?”

You placed her on your back and brought her into the Skywalker’s house. Shmi noticed the other child and rushed over to you.

“What happened?!”

You handed the toddler over to her and explained, she thanked you for looking out for the kid.

“ Thank you F/N, You are so responsible, I just know you will do great things”

You smiled and walked outside to locate your friend. Abruptly Anakin grabbed your hand, your eyes widened as he was almost nose to nose with you.

“Come on, I want you to be the first to see R2!”

He wanted to show you?

First?

You blushed a bit and squeaked out an “ok”. Roundish the corner you saw the can shaped droid and smiled. Ani really was a talented mechanic.

“F/N this is R2! And R2 this is my best friend F/N”

R2 blinked and beeped at you, laughing as you waved back.

“Wow Ani! This is awesome! You’re so smart!”

He smiled, “thanks F/N, but I’m not the one healing people, that’s all you.”

He noticed.

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Later that evening the suns were beginning to set and Watto was back. He, Shmi, Anakin, and you were in the corridor of Watto’s shop. Shmi cleaned the new trade he brought back, Anakin organized some inventory, you made Watto’s food, while Watto watched you three work.

“Ouch!” Anakin cut himself on a jagged scrap. Before his mother could even turn and react, you were by his side taking care to disinfect it.

Shmi watched tenderly at the scene before her, in her heart she wished for you two to stay by each other's side.

“Look at you two, I can already hear the wedding bells”

You and Anakin looked up at her

“Ewww, gross mom”

You laughed along but deep down you wanted her implication to come true. From his chair Watto let out a wheezy laugh, drinking from his bowl

“If those two get married they better stay working for me. We’ve got a mechanic and a medic, one who can cook at that, heh”

The three of you awkwardly laughed along. Continuing with your respective tasks you couldn’t help but feel down at Anakin’s response, “eww”? You felt your heart sink as you played that over and over.

Little did you know he was replaying your laugh in his head.

“I was gonna just agree, but she laughed at the idea. I guess I was wrong about her feelings…”

He decided not to dwell on the interaction. At least you were still here with him, even if not in that way.

Weeks later some strangers walked into the junkyard two men in odd robes and one girl, looking only a few years older than you. You were going to greet Anakin as he walked in, but he didn't see you. Instead he shifted his focus on the other girl.

“Are you an angel?”

Your heart fell.

“what?” She asked

“An angel, I heard the deep space pilots talk of them. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe”

You felt like crying, you were there when he overheard the pilots, you discussed what angels would look like with him. What hurt more was that she did, she did look like one. How could you ever compare? __________________________________________

The men, known as Jedi, finally left with the girl, “Padme”. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest. You had Ani back, though he was different. He had a new passion about him. He had a purpose.

He explained to you that he would become a Jedi. He was the chosen one.

After the first few weeks he stopped bringing up that girl, much to your delight. You two became Ani and F/N again.

For the years leading up to Anakin’s departure to Coruscant you two became closer than ever, basically glued to each other's side. And with your growing bond, your feelings grew too. You loved Anakin. How could you not? You wished endlessly for some way to follow him down the path of the jedi, but you simply could not. Not only was your life set down a different path, Anakin would not allow you to follow him.

“This life is a dangerous one. I don’t think I would be able to bear it if something happened to you.”

He never outright said it, but you hoped this was his way of telling you he loved you. You were deeply saddened because you knew the ways of the Jedi from Ani’s explanations. There was no room for love or attachments in that world. Plus you figured you two would not see each other for many years once you went to study medicine and he went to train.

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Once the faithful day arrived you woke up bright and early to see Anakin off. You were there with R2, C-3PO, Shmi, and his new master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He hugged his mother and said bye to his droids then came to you.

“Hey, don’t be sad F/N, we will meet again, I’ll make sure of it. And in the future I won't just be some boy from Tatooine. I will be Anakin Skywalker, the chosen Jedi knight, i'll be somebody.”

You clenched your jaw trying to keep your tears in. Looking into his eyes you jumped into his embrace.

“You already are somebody Ani”

You could feel him smile. You wanted to finally tell him your true feelings, but were stopped by an unknown force. You met Obi-Wan’s gaze, he looked at you as if to scold you. He saw how you two were, he saw your bond, he now needed you to let Anakin go. You closed your eyes and held him tighter. You finally let go and couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face. Anakin softly brushed away your tears and Shmi came over to hold your hand as she kissed her son’s head. Anakin pulled away and gave one last look before turning to board the ship.

You felt an intense feeling of dread. Deep down you knew this was the last time you would see your Anakin Skywalker.

Their ship took off and right away you turned on your heels and began your own departure. You were off to study methods of medicine throughout different systems. Anakin was not the only one with a big future and big obligations. You may not have lived with your loved ones as a child, but you wanted to do all in your power to make sure others could have a chance with theirs.

You were closing your bag when Shmi came over to you, she laid a loving hand on your shoulder

“I’m so proud of you. You and Anakin both have brought me so much joy I cannot begin to explain. My son will be protecting others and you will be healing them.”

Already emotional you melted into her arms. She brushed your hair with her worn hands.

“I know he never said it, but a mother always knows. He loved you too.”

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(A/N, thank you guys sm for reading!! don’t worry there will be actual vader in the next one!!)

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[dokoni-mo]

Koi No Yokan || Darth Vader x GN! Reader (Chapter Five)

summary: you were always one for breaking conduct.

SFW

word count: 5001

warnings: unhealthy parent-child relationships, arguing, allusions to canon-typical violence, mentions of death, crying, swearing, usage of the force, fluff, reader is referred to things such as "pretty" and "beautiful" , palpatine being palpatine, general despair, slight angst

chapter's tune // youtube version

a/n: yeah so uhhh this is the chapter that made me cry and y'all will see why shortly LMAOOO but anyway enjoy!! taglist open!!

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When the exit ramp of the shuttle opened up to you, and you were greeted with the sight of your lush, vibrant, colorful home planet, you were filled with one thing and one thing alone: dread.

It wasn't because you were upset to be home; in fact, it wasn't that in the slightest. After spending the last handful of months on the Executor, you were happy to be home again. Your planet was much more alive than any Empirical vessel could never hope to be. No matter where you looked, everything was teeming with color and vibrancy. All of the architecture was ornate and beautiful, hand-crafted by the best the galaxy had to offer. Hell, you were just simply happy to breathe fresh air for a change, and see a plant for the first time in the while, and feel the warmth of the nearby star on your skin.

You didn't dread being home. You just dreaded being home with them.

Your fiancé seemed to sense your unease when you and him made your way down the exit ramp, a few stormtroopers falling in line behind the two of you for protection. When the two of you came into view of what and who exactly was in front of you, you couldn't help but feel how your smile dropped. At the other end of the landing pad stood your mother and father, your dad waving at you in the distance while he held your mother close. Both of them looked as if they had not a care nor worry in the world. Moreso, they looked as if they weren't seeing their child after months in which they could have very well been dead. As if what they had done had been fine. It made all traces of a genuine smile fall away from your face, your eyes even dimming in the process. Vader seemed to notice this, and reached his hand down to touch the small of your back reassuringly, his mask pointed down to you. You tried to smile back at him the best you could, but even you could tell there was weariness that lingered in it.

You liked being home. You just didn't necessarily like who was waiting for you there when you arrived.

After squaring away a few things with a few officers, you and your fiance walked side by side down the runway of the landing pad to greet your parents. You tried to put on your best smile as you headed closer and closer to the couple, but it was partially in vain. You were good at faking it, but not that good. But, it would be passible. For the time being, at least.

"I sense your unease." Your fiancé rumbled next to you, making you steal a glance up at him. You were quick to realize that he was trying to be secretive about the conversation, so you looked back ahead in front of you, keeping your voice low as you responded.

"Was it that obvious?" you asked.

"Yes. Even on the way here."

You stifled out a little laugh, "Yeah, well, let's just say I don't have the best relationship with these two. I'm sorry in advance for whatever they say."

Before your fiance got to say anything in response, the two of you met up with your mother and father. To greet you alongside the customary how-are-yous and the you-look-wells, your mother pulled you in for a quick hug, as well as your father. The pair tried to greet the sith lord next to you, but not not much avail. Your father was brave enough to try and hold out his hand for a handshake, but Vader made no attempt to reciprocate the action. Instead, he stood straight ahead without a word, still as a statue as your father had to awkwardly retract his hand away. This helped you to make your smile a little more genuine that it was.

"We're so delighted to have you here, Lord Vader." Your mother chimed in, trying to break the ice with your fiance as best she could, "Especially alongside our (Y/N) here."

"It is of no trouble." He said in response; short, flat, at to the point, making you steal a glance up at him. He wasn't acting exactly like the Vader you knew. Around you, you had found that he was more wiling to say things; say longer things. You were able to hold a good, nice, back-and-forth conversation with him, and didn't struggle to figure out what to say in response. But, he was always different around others. He was a man of few words when in public, you had found. He didn't talk with much inflection, and often threw subtle insults around like it was nothing (mostly because to him, they were). Realizing this only added fuel to make your smile more genuine.

That meant he was comfortable being himself around you now. He didn't need the mask of Vader.

But thinking of such things; it made your mind wander. You knew that your fiancé was at least a decent amount of cybernetics. This never bothered you, of course, but you found yourself wondering just how much was metal under there. When you hugged him, you felt the muscles underneath his armor. You knew he was still a man, no matter what. But still, you couldn't help but wonder...

Just what did he look like under there?

Before you could think more about it, you were snapped out of your trance by the sound of your mother saying your name, making you look back over to her.

"How did you find the trip, (Y/N)?" she asked, "I hope the accommodations we sent where pleasant. For the both of you."

"Oh, yeah, they were fine." you said, flashing up a smile at the sith next to you, "It was great actually. We got some nice quality time."

Your sentiments earned a nod of approval from the sith next to you.

"Excellent!" your mother exclaimed, "We're so glad to hear!"

"Let's go inside now, yeah?" your father chimed in, "Come! We'll discuss more important matters somewhere more private! And more air conditioned!"

Your father let out a hearty laugh at his own joke as he turned on his heel, walking away alongside your mother. When their backs were turned and they were a good distance away, you let out a sigh, letting your smile drop from your face as you followed behind them. Your fiancé followed alongside you, stealing a few glances down at your annoyed, dejected face. You were glad the initial meeting went well, but maker above were you dreading the next part. If you thought that they were playing up their friendly, grandiose act now, you couldn't wait to see just how much of a show they would put on for Vader. You knew that if you were annoyed, he would most likely be annoyed already as well, or would soon share in your sentiment.

These thoughts plaguing your mind, you felt a twinge of regret bubble inside of you. You just wanted a chance for the both of you to get away, you didn't want to just make him annoyed.

Maybe you were worrying about nothing. Maybe it wasn't nothing. Who knows at this point. You just hoped your parents wouldn't be so insufferable.

"You are unsettled again." You heard Vader rumble beside you, making your lips part as you looked up into his lenses again, meeting his gaze.

"That obvious again, huh?" you asked, trying to keep somewhat of good spirits.

"There is no need for you to fret, (Y/N)." He reassured you, "Your mother and father are decent."

You let out a soft snort, "Yeah, for now at least. It won't be long before you're annoyed too."

Vader paused for a moment before speaking again, "I deal with several irritating individuals, (Y/N). I am sure that it will not be something I am unable to bear."

"Just... If you want out, just feel free to tell me. Or let me know somehow. I'm good at getting away without anyone noticing, alright?"

"As you wish."

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Sitting down with your mom, dad, and fiancé was painfully awkward. Well, at the very least, it was awkward to you. You weren't sure if your parents were capable of feeling awkward, let along the stoic sith seated next to you. Your hands were in your lap, gently holding onto the teacup that you had poured for yourself to keep you occupied.

Although you had been away from home for a good while now, your parents seemed far more keen on talking to Vader rather than you. They talked almost endlessly about the Empire, and bombarded the sith with any and every question that came to mind. From trooper accommodations, to funding, to implementation of the Empire's rules, to even questions about mundane life within the Empire, they asked and asked until their heart's content. You had to hand it to your fiancé though; if he was getting annoyed by the interrogation, he wasn't showing it to well.

Perhaps he was used to it.

You were quiet as the three of them talked about all that came with joining the Empire. Joining in on the conversation was pointless. Even though you spent a good amount of time right in the heart of the Empire on the Executor, you knew you weren't as knowledgeable as he was. You'd just be a distraction from the matter at hand. But still, you tried to keep your simple, polite smile on your face, even though you felt how much it wanted to fade away when you stared down at your teacup.

Tracing your finger around the rim of the cup, you tried your best to distract yourself so you wouldn't die of boredom. Even though you knew you very well could leave if you wanted, you knew you would feel bad doing so. Leaving him behind with your dreadful parents? How cruel would that be. Alongside this, you feared just what your parents would say about you whilst your back was turned. They were known to gossip, and you didn't want a bad light to be shone on you. Especially in front of the man you were to wed.

So there you sat. In spite, and in determination.

Deep in your thoughts, you felt an odd sensation tickle against your leg. Shifting your gaze downward, you saw a heavy, black boot slowly creep its way over to your smaller shoe. It eventually rested itself next to your own, strong and sturdy and unwavering. The simple action made you flash a smile over to the man next to you, who the boot belonged to.

This was probably his way of telling you he knew. He knew how bored you were, and how you felt bad about his interrogation. And this was his way of letting you know about it.

Smug bastard.

"(Y/N)," your mother spoke eventually, making you slightly jump in your seat at the sudden use of your name, "you seem dreadfully bored over there, love."

You leaned forward to set your teacup down on the table in front of you, just in case it almost spilled again with another flinch later on, "Yeah, well, I am. It's not like I know much about this stuff."

Your mom tried to awkwardly chuckle away your snarky remark, "Well, how about a change of topic then, hm? If that's alright with you, Lord Vader?"

"If it will spare my fiancé the discomfort." he said. You smiled over at him again.

"Right, of course." your mother said, taking a sip of her tea.

"So what did you two have in mind?" Your father asked, "We want to make sure everyone's happy here, yeah?"

"Right, well..." you begun, "I think the both of us would just like something low-key. We're both in agreement that when the time comes it should just be small and intimate. It's just more special that way."

Looking over at your mother, you could see the disappointment flash in her eyes as her gaze dropped briefly to the floor before settling back onto you. This made your dart your tongue across your lips. Oh shit. You knew what was coming.

"Well, dear," your mother said, "Your father and I just want to, erm, propose something to you both; What if we were to have the ceremony here?"

You glanced over at your fiancé for a moment, but he offered no such gesture back.

"Here?" you asked.

"Yes! We can decorate the entire manner for the two of you! And we can invite the neighboring systems to-"

"Mom. No. I already said; we want something small. Just close friends and family. That's it. We can have it here, that's fine, but not some huge spectacle."

"Come now, (Y/N)!" Your father chimed in, "Don't you want to celebrate the union? Show off in front of everyone?"

You stared ahead at your parents without another word, your brow furrowing in confusion and disbelief. How... dare they. They really want to decide this for you too? Wasn't deciding just who you were going to marry enough for them? They were always like this. They didn't care about your feelings, or any of your thoughts on any matter. All they cared for was themselves. You didn't want to admit it; you had fought against the notion for so, so long now. You had always held out hope that they only did it because they wanted to keep your best interests close to heart.

But now? You didn't believe it. Not one iota. Not only because they weren't listening to you, but they also weren't listening to him. You and Vader had talked about this before. You both knew what you wanted when the time came. And for them to not honor that? After causing both you and, more importantly, him so much trouble already? They were lucky enough that the pair of you had gotten along. You could give them that, at the very least. But to overstep such a welcome? In a matter such as this?

You wouldn't have it. You wouldn't have it for him. He deserved better. And you were going to fight for that, for your marriage's sake.

Your fiance could sense your burning fury as you sat next to him, your shoulders tense and your hands squeezing into fists. He turned to point his mask down to you as you stared ahead at your mother and father, seeing how your cheeks had heated at your rage. He spoke your name softly as he lifted up his hand to you, reaching out to touch your shoulder in attempt to ground you back to a calmed state. Before he could, you let out a soft, exasperated laugh.

"Are you shitting me?" you asked your parents, making your mom's eyes widen and your father's smile fade.

"(Y/N)," your mother hissed, "don't speak to your parents in such-"

"In such a way?" you finished for her. Your anger now bubbling inside of you, you stood up rather quickly, making the ornate, dainty coffee table in front of you shudder slightly at the speed.

"Can you really even hear yourselves right now?" you questioned, "This isn't about us, it never was. It was about you. You are the ones that want to show off. You are the ones that want everyone to kiss your asses because of something you created. Do you think that's fair? Do you really? Please, both of you don't give two shits about our marriage! You only care about yourselves!"

Picking up your feet heavily, you stomped over to the doors, lingering in the doorframe for a brief moment with a sneer.

"The two of you are really the most selfish, manipulative people I've ever had the displeasure of being related to. Until you can put your filthy prides aside and honor what we both want; I want nothing to do with you. Either of you. Thanks for fucking nothing."

With that, you exited that posh, velveted room, slamming the door behind you. You could feel the tears begin to prickle in your eyes as your shoes clacked down that long, empty hall.

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It wasn't until after just before sunset when your fiancé came to find you.

He could sense that you were in pain, that you felt bad about the meeting with your parents earlier. Even from all the way at the other side of your parent's estate, he could feel it. He assumed that you felt bad about your outburst, and about leaving them alone in there with your mother and father. He could understand that. And he could understand why you would resort to such measures as well. In fact, he even agreed with you. It was beyond unfair for them to try and gain control in such a way. He wanted the ceremony to be perfect. For your sake.

But that was the thing. In your words, the dark lord realized something so very intriguing to him; You weren't fighting for you, you were fighting for him. You wanted him to get what he wanted; and the fact that you wanted the same was just dumb luck.

However, this notion made him troubled. You had fought for him so, so very hard these last few days. Had he not been fighting for you? Had he not shown that he cares as much? He didn't want you to start believing as such. He did care about what happened to you.

He was just never one to verbalize it. At least, not anymore.

Perhaps that's why he felt so compelled to check on you. That alongside the fact that your anguish was strong. Strong enough to ripple the force around you, without you even being sensitive to it. He could feel just how hurt you were, and feeling you in such pain...

He felt that pain too.

It didn't take him long to find your room. In fact, he didn't have to ask anywhere where it was. All the sith had to do was follow the trail of your emotion through the force. He knew he was heading in the right direction when he felt that feeling grow stronger. Once he felt that it as at it's peak, the dark lord was greeted with two long, sturdy wooden doors, with two members of your home planet's royal guard perched out front. The two men made no effort to stop the sith from walking up close to the doors; seemingly knowing just who the dark lord was, other than as your fiancé. Vader paused outside of the entrance for a moment, leaning in his armored head close to the crack between the wooden slats. He listened intently, trying to gauge just what exact state you were in before he entered.

Nothing. You made not one peep from inside of your room.

Even though most people would walk away at this, assuming that you just weren't in there, Vader did nothing of the sort. He knew you were in there. He could feel it, and he was certain. And because of this, he didn't hesitate to take action. Slowly, he lifted up his mechanical digits to the wood in front of him, striking them against the surface a few times to signal he was outside. After a breif pause, he heard your voice from inside; quiet and weary, and almost unsure.

"Come in."

With your permission, the dark lord opened up the doors to your room and stepped in, making sure to close them behind him. You were sat upon your bed, legs dangling off the edge of the mattress as you hugged one of your pillows to your chest. Your eyes were slightly red and puffy, telling him silently that you had been crying not long ago. Despite your weary state, you smiled up at the sith, sniffling as you used your wrist to wipe away any tears that may still be visible.

"I'm glad it's you." you said. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

The dark lord took a few steps closer to you. As he did, you scooted yourself over moreso to the edge of your bed, silently inviting him to sit next to you. He did as such, the wood of the bedframe groaning beneath him at his weight as he turned his body to face yours.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

You breathed out a little laugh as you shrugged, your gaze faltering to the floor for a brief moment before returning to the lenses of his mask, "I'll be okay. It's just... I didn't expect them to do that. I mean, maybe deep down I did, but... I don't know. Maybe I overreacted. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, (Y/N)." your fiancé reassured, "I concur with your sentiments. It is unfair of them to proceed with such... measures."

You let out a soft giggle, and the dark lord could feel a sense of pride well in his chest at being able to make you smile in a time like this.

"You have a funny way of talking, yknow." you said.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, "Don't stop, though. I like it. It's very you."

Without another word, Vader and you stared at one another, the dark lord making note of the soft smile on your lips. The sith had to admit; he had always found you attractive. Your features had complimented your personality exceptionally well, and you were fierce. He liked that about you. And, in all honesty, you were still attractive, even when upset. Even earlier, when you were angry, you were still beautiful to him. Not only because of your appearance, but because of simply just you. You were a perfect amalgamation of the best characteristics of everyone he had ever loved in the past.

So, to him, it wasn't hard for him to admit:

he was falling for you. He could feel it.

And the way you looked at him?

He could feel you shared the same sentiments.

Vader was the one to break the silence between the two of you, his gaze still transfixed upon your face.

"Your parents wished for me to inform you of tonight's festivities. They stated that there will be a... get-together, as they put it."

With a roll of your eyes and a long groan, you flopped yourself backward onto your mattress, brining up one hand to clasp over your brow as you closed your eyes.

"Ugghhh, that means they invited everyone and their grandmother here!" you stated, "Of course they'd do that now, of course!"

Amused at your display, Lord Vader stood up from off your mattress, taking a few steps over to the door to linger in its frame as he spoke again to you.

"It will begin in about one hour. I shall see you there."

All you did in response is lift up one of your arms, giving the sith a tumbs-up as you rubbed your headache away.

~~~

About an hour after your fiance left you, you started to hear the faint, distant rumble of the guests filing in to the main corridor of your parent's manor. You took this as your cue to get up off of your bed; and furthermore to stop your pity-party and join the real party. Pushing yourself off of the plush mattress and sheets, you padded your feet over to your full-length mirror, slipping on your shoes along the way. Once you were a good distance away from the glass, you gazed at your reflection as you smoothed out your clothes, using your fingers to comb through your hair.

Although it had been a fair while since the events prior, you were still bitter. You weren't necessarily mad anymore; you had never been the type to stay mad for too long. Too much of a headache. But still, you were bitter. And you had every right to be. Staring ahead at yourself, you were reminded of just everything your parents had ever done to you. The times they put you aside for their own gain, to the times they didn't even bother listening to your thoughts to begin with. Perhaps that's exactly why they had you. They wanted another thing to show off. Seeing as you were about a year younger than the other nobles' children, your theory had weight to it. Your parents had seen them have something they didn't, and couldn't tolerate it.

A frown made its way across your lips.

Fuck them.

They had never given a shit about what you had to say, so why should you? Why did you have to listen to what they said? Make accomodations for them? Give away what both you and him want for them?

That was the thing. You were an adult now. You didn't have to. And they knew that. That was exactly why they were trying so desperately to control you now. It was sick.

And it was also exactly what he didn't do.

He never tried to control you. Not once. At the very most, he would lay out all the facts about a situation in front of you. But he let you choose what you wanted to do. Being with him was freedom. And that's where your parents had failed. They did just what they didn't want to do; give you free will.

And perhaps that was why you felt your heart swell whenever you looked upon the sith lord these days; and why you came up with a plan.

~~~

Vader had began to wonder if you would ever show up. He knew he was terribly out of place in the middle of that corridor, looming over the other guests dressed in posh, intricate clothing in his usual pitch-black armor. the candlelight of the hallway was beautiful, as well as all the décor and refreshments that lined the walls and spirals. But, most certainly to the sith, the people in it were not. He was smack-dab in the middle of all the incessant chatter. And frankly, he was getting rather sick of it. His presence stuck out so much that the nobles had taken it upon themselves to try and drum-up conversation with the sith. He would have none of it, and used his intimidation to drive them away.

However, he knew he could only do this for so long. Eventually, he knew people would get more brave after seeing he wasn't in the mood for killing anyone that evening. Lord Vader was a patient man, but not that patient. But, he knew having you around would make it all the more bearable. You were the perfect distraction for him. Perhaps he could even have fun if you were here with him.

Keeping that notion in mind, one could only imagine the relief the dark lord felt as he saw your smaller form push through the crowd, a look of determination in your eyes. He noticed how a few of the people tried to talk to you, but also noticed how you politely slipped away as quick as possible. You were on a mission to get to the sith at the other end of the room.

And it was quite amusing.

Eventually, you were able to push and maze through enough people to get to the dark lord. You smoothed your clothes as soon as you came within conversation distance between yourself and Vader, your cheeks slightly reddened from your efforts. Vader noticed that look in your eyes as you stared into the lenses of his mask. That determination.

He quite liked that look.

"You are late." was all the said to you, placing his large, mechanical hands upon his belt. He watched as you playfully rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yeah, I am." you said.

"I was beginning to wonder if-"

"Do you like parties?"

The dark lord was taken aback by your sudden question. At first, he thought it was your attempt at a joke. But, as he studied your face, and saw that same look in your eyes, he quickly realized you were serious. He stiffened his shoulders at this, tilting his head to the side.

"I... no. I do not." he said.

You breathed out a smile, "Good, I don't either."

The dark lord kept his gaze on your frame as you took a step closer to him, standing next to him shoulder-to-shoulder. You leaned in close to the sith, standing on your tip-toes to try and reach his height better. Meeting you halfway, the dark lord allowed himself to lean down to you.

"Do you see that big, fancy vase over there?" you asked him, pointing in the direction of the furnishing. Following your gesture, Vader gave you a nod.

"Yes."

"Good." you continued, standing flat on your feet again as you looked back up at him, "You have that, like, magic hand-thingy right? That lifts up objects and does the mind tricks and all that?"

Vader tilted his armored head at you again, "The force?"

"Yeah, that. You use that, right?"

"Yes, I do. (Y/N), I do not see how this is-"

"I want you to explode that vase with it."

Vader could feel how his shoulders stiffen at your demands. You wanted him to do what?

"(Y/N), I do not think that is wise." he stated.

"Why not?" you asked.

"There is no need for that. If you wish to see a display of the force, I will show you at another time."

You let out a little groan at him "Come on, Vee! Please?"

You took a little step closer to him again, reaching out your hands to his. The sith watched as your little fingers wrapped themselves around his palms. Your hands were gentle against his, and Vader's gaze lifted from them to your face as he felt you squeeze against him.

"Just trust me, alright?" you spoke, just loudly enough for him to hear with a smile. The dark lord stared down at you for a long while, studying your face. That look of determination still hadn't left your eyes. However, looking further, he saw something more.

Hope.

Maker above, how pretty you were. How could he possibly say no to such a face?

Eventually, the dark lord gave you a nod.

"Very well." he rumbled out to you, watching as your smile grew at his agreement. You stepped out of his way as he looked over to the vase in question, feeling how your hands slipped out of his. Dipping his armored chin down in focus, Vader reached out with the force around him, bending it to his will. Within a few moments, he had done as you asked, seeing how you flinched in his peripheral vision as the vase shattered into a million pieces.

In the fallout, the nobles in the room had all turned their attention to the scene, and began chattering away as they interrogated one another about what had happened. The dark lord looked down to you as the commotion filled the air, seeing as how your smile grew as you scanned over the crowd.

"Alright, that's it!" you exclaimed.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, let's get out of here." you said to him, looking up to the dark lord as your smile widened.

The sith tilted his head to the side again, "What-"

"Come on!" you pleaded again, "While they're distracted!"

Quickly, you reached your hand down to the dark lord's own, grabbing one with haste. Vader watched as you begun to speed off in the opposite direction of the crowd, keeping him in-tow as you quickened your pace. The sith had to walk rather briskly to keep up with how fast you were, his cape fluttering behind him as he kept his eyes on your back. Your hand firmly wrapped around his, you were nearly running as you led your fiancé to the large opening in the rear of the corridor, a giggle escaping your lips as you pulled him into the lush, green grass of the outdoors.

~~~

Although it had probably only been a few minutes since you had first enacted your scheme, to the dark lord, it felt like seconds.

Within a few flashes of a few moments with his hand within yours, you had quickly led the sith far, far away from the venue of the party. Even if the party had been to celebrate the two of you with the other neighboring systems, you surely didn't seem to care. You didn't look back once, you were steady in your tredge forward. And for being so small compared to him, shit did you have some stamina. You had been nearly running this whole time now, with a rather large sith lord dragged behind you. Lord Vader was impressed.

Eventually, you let go of the sith's hand, quickening your run into a sprint as you let out a laugh. Vader lingered behind you, walking as a steady pace as he watched you frolic in the scene around the pair of you. With the faint, distant sound of music in the background, you had led yourself and your fiancé into a large, spacious opening; a meadow. Although it had been quite dark due to the fall of night, the bioluminescence of the flowers and lightning bugs around the area gave off plenty of light, coupled with the shine of the two moons in the sky. the meadow was outlined with large, thick treeline, and beyond them tall mountains and waterfalls.

The dark lord could hear the rustle of the leaves and grass as he pushed through across the space, feeling how his boots made the fauna below fluff beneath his weight. His hands on his belt, the dark lord watched as you ran through all the flowers and grass, hearing how you laughed at your amusement.

So this had been your scheme all along. Have him create a diversion for the crowd, so you could slip away unnoticed. How clever you were for this. The sith found himself wondering if you had used that tatic before.

Although he wasn't ever one to do such a thing himself, he could commend you on your efforts. He was glad that you had come up with such a thing, even. He was getting rather tired of the party anyway. And this place you picked out; it was beautiful. Lord Vader didn't get to see such luxuries very often. Had you had this place in mind the entire time? Did you happen to stumble upon it just not? Or perhaps, was this a place you often frequented in your youth? Vader found it rather endearing to think of every possibility. And, even more endearing that you had thought of him during this possibility.

Even though you were a good distance away from him, the sith felt so close to you. It had been a long, long time since he had allowed himself to let his guard down like this. Looking back, the last time was probably Mustafar. Just before the duel. When she had tried to convince him to come home again. Thinking about it now, she had been right. He should have gone back home. Perhaps things would have gone a lot differently for him. He would be the master he always wanted to be. They would've had their baby. He would've been a father. He would still have her, his brother, and his sister by his side. That's what should have happened.

But, gazing over at your form, hearing your laugh across that beautiful, lush meadow, Lord Vader had found himself puzzled.

If that was what should have been his fate, why was he grateful that it hadn't been? It was what he wanted, wasn't it? So why?

The dark lord watched as you turned around to him, waving one of your arms in the air with a big, giddy grin on your face as you slowed your run to a stop. Your chest was heaving from all your activity, but you were still not slowed in the slightest. You were calling out to him; calling out the nickname you had given him, telling him to hurry up and catch up to you. He gave you a nod in response, and watched as you turned back in the opposite direction.

As you waved over to him, you had apparently not been conscious of just where you had been stepping. Suddenly, you had tripped over something in the grass, and were knocked down off your feet in an instant, leaving you lying in the grass.

Concern washing over him, the dark lord quickened his pace over to you. You hadn't moved in that brief time since you fell and when Vader had made his way up to you, and it made him worry? Had you hurt yourself? Were you able to walk still? Did you hit your head?

Taking a knee next to your body, Vader looked down at you as he reached his hand out, placing in on your shoulder and giving it a light shake.

"(Y/N)?" he asked, a hint of worry in his baritone voice, "Are you alright?"

Lingering his hand on your frame a second longer, Vader could feel the light buzz that eminated from out of your chest. Swiftly, you turned over to lay on your back, a big, dopey smile on your features as you laughed up at him, your hands reaching up and settling on his shoulders and upper arms.

"I can't believe you fell for that!" you exclaimed breathlessly in between your laughs, small tears beginning to prickle at the edges of your eyes from your amusement.

Vader should have been mad. He was never one for jokes as such. He should have scolded you for attempting to worry him in such a way, all for the sake of your own humor. But he didn't. He couldn't even. The way you smiled up at him, your eyes filled with pure, raw joy as you laughed. From the sound of it, this was probably the first time you had laughed so hard in a good, long while. You needed it. And frankly, he was glad. Glad that he could be there to supply you with such a thing.

And, he had to admit. It was a little funny. And your laugh was rather contagious. So much so, that you had shocked the dark lord hovering above you.

Without him even realizing it, Lord Vader could feel how from behind his mask, his own lips had turned ever so slightly upward at the sound of your giggles. As quickly as it came, it faded away; mostly due to his utter shock that it had been there in the first place.

He had smiled.

When was the last time he had done that? Genuinely?

He couldn't remember. Not with any certainty. That old, foreign gesture had been lost to time, long long ago.

Kneeling there next to you, feeling your hands upon his body as you rode out your giggles, Vader was faced with his question from earlier. Why didn't his fate end up the way it should have? Who was to blame for that? Was it himself? Was it his master? Was it the order?

No. It was nothing of the sort.

As time stood still around himself and his fiancé, Lord Vader came upon the truth.

Way back then, he didn't get what he wanted. He didn't get the rank of master. He didn't get the girl. He didn't get the life with her. He didn't get his friends. And for a long while, Lord Vader had thought the story ended there. That his life really was a tragedy, one to be told around campfires for years to come to warn of the misfortune of bad decisions and the coercion of the dark side.

But none of that was true.

For fate had been kind to him all this time. Fate did not give Anakin Skywalker what he wanted. It gave him what he needed.

You.

Every mistake he ever made, every lie he ever told and every heart he ever broke; they were never in vain. All of them were just one piece in the puzzle that led to you.

You were his chosen one all along. No one else.

Faced with this fact, staring at your beautiful, gorgeous face, only one thought passed through the sith lord's mind. Quiet, only loud enough for a fleeting memory to hear.

Thank you, Padme. Obi-Wan. Ashoka. Mother.

Goodbye.

~~~

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[respectfulkitfistosimp]

Grease under the nails

A Darth Vader x reader fanfic master list

It was late at night, or at least anyone who was stationed in the star destroyer would assume as much; yet time made no sense to you as the only thing more important than giving your body the much needed rest that it deserved were your duties. You sat on the steps of the ladder looking out into space, waiting patiently for the TIE fighters to come back and repair whatever they needed, but on moments like this, where the complex and vast space whispered to you sweet nothings as if it were alive you hoped to stay on this brief couple of seconds forever when nothing mattered other than you, the stars and some occasional planet whom shared a connection that only you could hear for you listened to them carefully, not wanting to loose anything that was said to you on the cold space between, specially since their words were one of the few things keeping you safe after being on this damned ship for so long. The Force knew that you would have loved to stay a second longer on those stair yet it did not care for you wishes because of the fighters that came back, a third of the ones that left already giving you and idea of how your Lord would feel, more than of them had been destroyed and all you could do was sight on discontent as you made your way to them, careful not to approach them too fast as to not be perceived by Lord Vader; the anger that poured from that man when the lid opened felt like vapor being released from a pressure pot, one that exploded when the throat of one of the pilots got crushed by his ghostly hand. Your steps halted yet no fear at all came even close to you when you were just so used to such a scene, at this point you couldn't even count the amount of times you had witnessed something like that on all of your fingers and toes, all you knew is that you would be safer the further away you were from him.

As if the Force had heard your thoughts the void that was that living armor turned to you, eyes deep as the space you looked so dearly at getting closer to you followed by the heavy steps of his boots and his respirator, the sound of the later one that you weirdly enjoyed since you replayed it every night on your head to lull yourself to sleep. Even as he came closer to you it didn't fright you, even with his commanding orders that could kill just by being uttered:

—Fix my ship immediately.

You had just nodded, on normal occasions you would have puller the pair of earbuds from your pockets yet on this situation it would have been an obvious death sentence, instead you just simply got yourself busy with the task at hand, quickly fixing it to his demands with his piercing eyes on your back, watching every move you made like he was a predator waiting for the smallest mistake to eat you alive while you screamed for forgiveness, but you didn't give him the luxury of claiming your life after you had finished on record time pleasing the dark lord and perhaps easing a bit of his worries after what you noticed had been a dreadful day for him, yet a man such as him could not leave you without a threat:

—If this ship has even the smallest flaw I will come for your head.

It seemed like he was used to speaking in such a harsh way since he didn't even point his finger at you, much less look at you when he hurriedly flew away followed by what was left of his squadron. You exhaled yet another sight, the air exiting you mouth leaving with the stress that lived in your gut yet it didn't leave it empty, instead the familiar sense of pity taking up space within you as you sat again on the steps of the ladder noting the repeating circle of Vader coming back with fewer TIE's each time till eventually the only one coming back was him. He was exasperated, the usually calm sound of his respirator turning into a hiss as he slowly turned into what you felt was a pure ball of rage, as if a star fueled with nothing with anger stood there trying to make you fear him, perhaps such feeling from you would have grounded him, yet you felt no such thing even as you approached him.

—Why don't you fear me?

His words stabbed your gut, he was so used to everyone feeling negative emotions around him that he voiced his concerns, but you were a quiet individual, so you only looked up at him to were you thought his eyes were and stared. Under normal circumstances your head would have already been rolling on the floor.

—I will soon leave for a long mission on a planet, you will accompany me.

With nothing else to say he turned around, the hypnotic wave of his cape following him from behind left you standing there yet the light vibration from your wrist brought you back to reality to note the end of your shift. You turned around to walk on opposite direction from him to wash your hands, the dirt and oil from your hands easily being washed off yet no matter how much you picked the underside of your nails the smell of grease never left them, and some parts of it seemed to had just simply turned one with the soft tissue under them. Defeated you just left them be and walked directly to the dinning hall, you served yourself the ugly looking and disgusting tasting food for dinner while you tried to drown the whispers of others, sometimes having such strong sense of hearing wasn't good, by sometimes I mean all of the time on that damned executor.

They spoke of you as if your weren't a living being, because to their eyes you weren't. You had never felt fear, anger or sadness on your short life, your brain was simply incapable of producing such emotions for they served no purpose to you, they would just stand on your way, make you clumsy and unreliable and on this Empire reliability was everything that mattered for people like you who were born with nothing.

[ohcaptains]

𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.

 pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader 

synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.

warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.  

an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.

You find him at the window.

Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.

He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.

It happens often.

It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.

Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.

Finding him was easy.

You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.

Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.

“Like clockwork.”

You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.

His will holds strong.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.

“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”

His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.

In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.

An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.

You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”

There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.

Well, smirk.

“What do you want? Just say the word.”

You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.  

Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”

I want more.

A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.

An attachment. A bond.

But it’s forbidden.

It’s why it can’t go any further than this.

“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.

“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.”

He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.

“Pretty boy.”

“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.

But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.

The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.

Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.

“That’s better.”

Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.

You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.

“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.

You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”

Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.

Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.  

A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.

Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.

Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.

His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.

Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.

Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.

A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.

“Wanna be inside of you.”

His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.  

He can sense you’re hesitant.

“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”

“Anakin.”

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“We can use it as an exercise.”

A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”

He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.

He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.

“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”

“You eager to impress?”

He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”

“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.

You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.

You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.

You inhale steadily.

“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.  

“It’s been a while since…”

You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.

This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.

If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.

Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.

A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.

“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.

Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.  

Your lower abdomen immediately burns.  

He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.

“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”

When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.

Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.

“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.

He manages to laugh.

“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.

His wet kisses make your skin prickle.

You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.

“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”

“Don’t t-tempt me.”

He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.

“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”

You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.

Keep still. Don’t move.

But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.

You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.

“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”

“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”

“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.

[forcemeanakin]

Anakin Skywalker: A headboard gripper

WARNING: Nsfw content !!! Content: p in v sex, cream pie, dirty talk. A headboard was, in fact, hurt during the production of this drabble. Not proofread and written in the middle of the night after uni classes lol.

shoutout to my friend Emma for asking me this incredible question and fueling my drained mind to write something <3

Ofc he is a headboard gripper!

Using it as leverage to fuck deeper into you, yes sir

But I think he would use it specifically to get you full of him

He's strong af and he has the Force... this? yeah, this is to assert dominance

You're already stuffed by his thick cock, but he needs more: he wants to drown every single one of your senses, until the only thing you could do is feel him, taste him, see him.

Hazy vision, your sweaty body sticky and pressed to his. Hair out of line and all over your face. You're the most wonderful mess he has ever seen.

You borderline sound like a porn star, whimpering so high and loud, moaning his name because that's the only thing you could remember.

Legs wrapped around his waist, your ankles pushing his fit butt so he thrusts harder. Your boobs are bouncing to the rhythm of his hips and he takes the opportunity to rest his face in between them.

You crave more, your spongy walls convulsing around him in the hope to milk him for all of his worth.

Who is he to deny you your orgasm... any longer than he already has?

"You close, baby?" He pants, flexing his arms while he lowers his head to lick the drool off the corner of your mouth.

"Mmph-" You roll your eyes, so into the sub space of your mind to answer a real word. "Ani..." You indulge his desire to hear your voice, just for a bit.

"Yeah, my baby's close. Clenching around me like a vice." He hums half a groan, half a moan. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"I-I-" You whine when he reangles to hit your G-spot better. "I want more!" You cry out loud, clasping his shoulders to survive the hellish pace he had set.

"More what, pretty girl?" He cocks a narcissistic eyebrow, looking down at your pathetic face.

And that's when he does it. Stretching his arm over his head, he grips the headboard of the shaking bed and hammers faster into you. And now he is everything you can see. Just like he wanted.

He knows the view of his abs curling as his hips buck forward drove you crazy every time. If it wasn't because you indeed love to see his chiseled torso, you would have already shut him up.

"More cock!" You quiver underneath him, completely in trance with the sight of a drip of sweat falling from his pecs and his toned bicep tensing at the effort. Veins popping to show off his strength. "More you." You moan in the low.

Side note: I also think Anakin has broken a shit ton of headboards, specially when he is gripping them with his mechanical hand.

He just can't measure his strength !!!!

Also he would totally be like: "want me to fix that?", MID FUCK AND PANTING LIKE THE SLUT HE IS

and yeah ofc he repairs what he broke

except for your pussy

[hayden-christensen]

♫ it’s me, hi, I’m the problem it’s me ♫

[bunnylovesani]

An Arrangement

Summary: You’re a princess taken from your home planet and forced to marry Darth Vader. Turns out life on the Death Star isn’t as bad as everyone makes out. Based on the prompt shared with @luminoustarlight !

Content warnings: p in v sex, degradation, sub dynamics, begging, some violence, slow burn smut

WC: 9.3k

You stare out the grand palatial window in the coronation room, passively observing the flames swallowing the city of your home planet Onderon. Unintelligible screams flood the background, soon mercilessly silenced by the thuds and cracks of brusquely operated laser guns. 

So this is how you were to meet your end: powerless at the mercy of the imperial army. You’d been trained for such a scenario before and you always carried a vial of poison in the event of capture; you’d rather die than be made to serve the Empire’s twisted interests.

“Princess, you need to take cover, follow my men into the vault below!” Your faithful attendant, Silas called out in panic.

“No, Silas. I will not cower in the basement waiting for them to breach our walls. I will remain here and eagerly await them.” 

“But Your Grace-!”

“Enough.” You bark back. “It’s over. You have been discharged from duty, run while you still can. Thank you for all your years of service, I pray that our paths might cross again in another life.” You turn from him, tears flowing down your stiffeningly cold cheeks.

“May the Maker keep and protect you, Princess. You are our only hope.” He replies solemnly, before fleeing through the stony back passage of the palace.

You chuckle mirthlessly at the futility of his words and reach into your bosom where the corset of your gown has a sewn-in compartment. You extract the compact glass ampule of viper venom, so toxic that one drop is enough to send you into an eternal sleep, and fiddle with the intricate bottle for a few moments. With a heavy sigh, you tuck it under your sleeve; you decided you wanted to gaze into the eyes of your captors before you bid farewell to life. 

With a resounding crash, the barricaded gate before you falls and the imperial army- donning armour plastered in dust and foreign blood- swarm into the great hall of the palace. You force the knot in your throat down with a gulp and turn on your heel to face the brutes responsible for the massacre of your people. 

“Ah Princess, excellent. We thought you’d be grovelling underground with your father but you’ve just made our job a whole lot easier.” A masked figure that you presume is the Commander of the battalion addresses you. “Grab her. But keep her alive, she’s got a special purpose to fulfil.” 

Hearing the ominous plans they have in store for you, you rush to reach for the poison in your sleeve but are hindered by the stampede of soldiers hurtling at you, slapping the vial out of your hand and shattering it all over the nitid marble floor. 

‘Ah, ah, ah. Don’t even think about it.” The unnaturally deep voice of the commander booms. “You’ve been specially requested at the behest of the Emperor.” Dread consumes you as you’re roughly cuffed and dragged out of the safety of your childhood home. The soldiers marching comes to a sudden halt and you’re made to turn around and stare at the palace, a deadly silence hanging in the air. 

“Burn it.” 

Triggered by the commander’s words, a roaring blaze fulminates, the building being crushed in an instant by the force of the explosion. All you can see is the reflection of smouldering flickers through the thick veil of tears filling your eyes. 

The commander smugly trudges over to you, sharply inhaling. “Ah, there’s nothing better than the smell of a coward’s smouldering corpse.” He hisses, words dripping with venom. “Wouldn’t you agree?” 

Your heart burned at the injustice, at the innocent civilians decimated- but you couldn’t fool yourself into pretending that scorn extended to your dearly departed father. 

Refusing to reply to his provocation with anything other than an expectorated glob of spit aimed at his helmet, he takes the barrel of his gun and pummels it with brute force against your temple. You’re instantly rendered unconscious and your limp body is packed into the nearest starfighter, chained up and ready to make the journey from Onderon to the Death Star.  

The first thing you do as you’re rudely awoken is cradle your aching head- a wave of nausea overtaking you and the electric pain behind your eyes knocking the air out of your lungs. 

“Rise ’n shine, Onderon whore.” One of the soldiers grabbing you by the elbow spat and you stumbled to your feet like a newborn foal. After being dragged through a fortified steel tunnel, you were harshly thrown to the floor in a cold control room before two cloaked men, one of whom wore black combat boots- no doubt robust and heavy enough to crack open a skull. The light in the battle station glowed painfully bright and you lifted your head as best you could to observe the squabbling figures through squinted eyes.

“Here she is, my young Lord. I think she’ll do nicely, yes?” The ominously raspy voice croaked and you knew at once it was none other than Emperor Sheev Palpatine.

“She’s shivering.” The monotonous voice of the other cloaked figure stated callously and only then did you notice how your body was trembling- whether it was from the cold or the fear, you weren’t sure. 

“You’ll have plenty of opportunity to warm her up on your wedding night.” He cackles wickedly but is met with silence from the man opposite him. The last thing you remember before it all went black was the light reflecting off of the quiet man’s helmet, and wondering what might be lurking underneath. 

“Tskk poor thing, look at this cut on your head.” You flutter your eyes open to see a woman in a billowed white cloak tutting and fussing over you. “Good morning, princess.”

“Who are you?” You scowl, trying to get up and immediately being knocked back down by the overwhelming pain.

“Whoa, easy now! Nice ’n slow.” The woman puts her arm around your waist and helps you to sit up. “I’m Sabe, a royal handmaiden. Your handmaiden, to be exact.”

“Where am I?” You croak, uncertain you wanted to know.

“You’re on the Death Star, ma’am.” 

Bile rises in your throat at the realisation that none of it was a dream- your recollection of the last 24 hours starts flooding in and your chest seizes in panic. The fire, the cloaked men, the people in the vault. 

“You’re all right, just breathe. No harm is going to come to you. He’s made sure of that.” Sabe spouts and your head snaps at her.

“He?”

“Oh yes, Lord Vader gave orders for your protection. Under penalty of death. If you ask me, he just needs a woman’s touch to soften him up and he’d finally succeed in shaking that leech of an emperor off. Suppose that’s where you come in!”

“Me?” You screech, wondering when you’d say something not in the form of a question.  

“Oh, you poor thing, you don’t know…the Emperor is arranging a wedding between his young protegee and a princess from a seized planet. The princess being you, if that’s not clear.” She continued chattering incessantly. 

“Yes, I got that.” You snap. “And when is this supposed union meant to be taking place?”

“Tonight.” 

You choose to remain quiet, rather than parroting back her last word in the form of yet another question. 

After your handmaiden assists in bathing and dressing you in clean robes, you still can’t seem to escape the dull throbbing of the headache that permeates every cell of your body, leaving you in persistent agony. You beg Sabe to find something to help, knowing that you yourself weren’t allowed to leave the confines of the east wing. Stepping out onto the enclosed observatory space by your chambers, you stare out into the stars surrounding the vessel. You wished you could break beyond the thick glass enclave and just glide away, joining the stars and freeing yourself from the pain. 

“Who hurt you?” A raspy voice questions and you turn around to the sight of Lord Vader, enveloped in his armour and mask. 

“Uh, whoever the commander of the battalion was.” You reply, startled.

“He will be dealt with. Now come here.” He reaches his gloved hand out, signalling for you to grab it. With a great deal of uncertainty, you approached him, timidly giving him your hand. He takes it into his palm and holds it firmly to his chest. As if some force had siphoned the contusions and swelling out of you, you felt your agony slowly subside- until there was nothing at all in its wake. 

“H-how did you do that?” You took a step back from him, holding your fingers up to your temple in disbelief. You’d heard of force healing before but assumed it was either a myth or a nearly lost practice only wielded by the most masterly of Jedi.

“Go back to your chambers and rest. You have a long ordeal ahead of you.” He leaves your question unanswered and marches out of the observatory as quickly as he entered it. 

You’re compelled to follow his commands so you retreat to your chambers, forcing yourself to drink the healing tea Sabe concocted after having decided it was easier than explaining the bizarre experience you’d had. That was the dark Sith Lord that struck terror into the hearts of everyone who faced him? Ruthless, soulless, devoid of all human compassion- and channelling force healing to ease your headache? You spent all afternoon writhing in confusion, all the way up until a neatly packaged box was left on the doorstep of your assigned room. Upon closer inspection, the box contained an intricate white lace dress, paired with a beaded, scallop hemmed headpiece. A wedding outfit.

Standing at the forefront of the cold metallic arena, you twiddled with the sleeves on your dress- the material itching terribly and making your skin crawl. In a way, you were glad to have something occupy your mind beyond the impending prospect of marrying a Sith brute. You wondered why he wore that clunky helmet- is he so hideously deformed he has to hide behind it lest people faint at the sight? 

A frightened-looking man you can only assume is the officiator of this sham of a wedding is escorted through the heavily guarded gates and takes his place before you, not daring to make eye contact. Your body fills with dread at the familiar sound of heavy boots dragging along the steel plates of the floor. He doesn’t spare you a passing glance for even a moment, despite your stubborn resolution to face him for the entirety of the ceremony- you wanted to look deep into the supposedly merciless eyes of your new husband. There aren’t any vows, there’s no exchange of rings, no kiss to celebrate the union- just some legal jargon and a couple of witnesses. Although you can’t see him, you can feel Palpatine’s snake eyes burning into you, no doubt observing from another room to ensure his mysterious plan came to fruition. 

“Follow me.” A stormtrooper orders you and begins to head back in the direction of your chambers. Confused, you allow him to escort you out of the hall as you see a cloaked figure approach Lord Vader out of the corner of your eye. You just about hear the Emperor’s gravelly voice hiss out the word “consummate” before the doors shut behind you and you’re carried away to the bedroom. For some reason, the thought of sex hadn’t crossed your mind- you assumed villains like him had interests that surpassed such blunt mortal affairs - but now standing in front of your 4-poster bed, waiting for the sound of his heavy footsteps again, reality sunk in. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat and lay on the bed, removing the first layer of your dress and remaining in a white negligee. “Just lie back and think of Onderon.” You thought.

Your whole body tensed as you observed him enter your joint chambers, completely walking past you and going to the connecting bathroom, door left ajar. 

“I’m ready, Lord Vader.” You stiffly announce, hoping to get it over with as soon as possible. 

Hearing your words, he peers out of the doorway and although you can’t see his face, his body language seems perplexed. 

“What are you doing?” He remarks accusingly. 

“I-I’m…waiting for you to consummate our marriage. Like Palpatine wishes.” He scoffs at your comment- laughs even- and goes back into the bathroom. 

“I will do nothing of the sort.” You hear him say.

Sitting up on the bed and dragging the covers over your exposed body, you’re bewildered. 

“Oh, c-can Sith Lords not…?” You stutter, searching for an explanation.

“I assure you I’m perfectly capable.” He snaps back. “I just have no desire for the task.” 

Although relief floods your body, you feel slightly offended at the presumption that lovemaking with you should be a task. 

Just then, you hear a steamy hissing sound, followed by a loud thud. The figure emerges, back facing you without his layers of armour- donning a simple black shirt and black trousers. He wanders over to the window at the far end of the room, staring out into space. 

“I’m sorry about your father.” He grunts after a while and you finally hear his voice- free from robotic static, with no menacing growl - just him, and it sounds beautiful.

“Don’t be.” You say sincerely, fixated on the back of his head. You notice he has dark blonde curls, gathering in tufts at the nape of his neck. “Come on, turn around.” You think, bracing yourself for what you might find. 

“Alright, if you insist.” He remarks and you scowl in confusion- you didn’t say that out loud, did you? 

He pivots round to face you and you feel as though someone has knocked the air from your lungs: he glares at you with mesmerising cobalt-blue eyes, embellished by abundantly thick lashes and even thicker eyebrows sitting atop his handsomely chiselled face. His cheekbones stand at attention, enhanced by his sculpted jawline, which works in perfect harmony with the rest of his body- even his collarbones are perfect. He’s full of sprightly vigour, he’s young even. You are floored and contemplate how anyone could hide such a face away in that clunky helmet.

“Not what you were expecting, huh?” He speaks, sensing the utter shock his appearance has inflicted on you. 

“You…you’re-” You stutter.

“Not hideously deformed?”

“-beautiful.” 

He raises his bushy eyebrows disapprovingly and you scold yourself for being so forthright. He may be devilishly handsome, but that doesn’t mean you can swoon over him. He’s a monster, remember? Sure, he has the most seductive pair of lips you’d ever seen on a man - all plump and the perfect shade of pink- and sure, he’s sparked a desire within you that you don’t think you’d ever felt before but…where were you going with this? 

“I’m going to sleep in the adjoining room, you can take my chambers.” You’re snapped out of your dreamy haze by his velvety voice as he begins to walk away.

“Wait! Y-you don’t have to, I’m sure the bed is uncomfortable over there.” 

“No, it’s perfectly fine.” He continues marching away. 

“Wait! The bed here is more than big enough for the both of us, we wouldn’t even touch.” You stumble over your words, melting under the scrutiny of his gaze. 

“Do you want me to sleep with you, Princess?” His movement comes to a halt and you’re rendered speechless. “Because that really would be something. Captured and brutalised after all that you hold dear is set alight, forced to marry a servant of evil- and then you request his company in your bed? That would be deranged. You’re not deranged now, are you Princess?”  

Your mouth goes dry at the snarky way in which he’s talking to you- you admit it sounds mad out loud but the situation is more complicated than he thinks. 

“N-no.” You mutter, barely above a whisper. 

“Good, I wouldn’t want to find out I’ve married damaged goods.” He remarks impertinently. “I’m retiring for the evening- and I am not to be disturbed.” With that, he slams the door between you shut and you slide down your headboard, consumed by embarrassment, shame, desire. His dastardly good looks have really thrown a spanner into the works. 

You barely managed to get any sleep that night, much like every night the week following the wedding. Your dreams were plagued by visions- of your father, of your captors, of your husband. Before your seizure, you already knew your future would hold a forced marriage; although an even less desirable one. Your father had plans to marry you off to your cousin, a brainless specimen by the name of Fester who was too dim-witted to even realise he was being used as a pawn in the family’s bloodline feud.

Despite your many attempts to plead and beg your way out of this union, your father dismissed you entirely- even going so far as to sanction you to the confines of your stuffy quarters, striking you remorselessly when you defied his orders. 

You’d spent a lifetime dreamily peering out of your windows, waiting to be liberated by a saviour that never came- at least not in the way you thought. 

Lord Vader was never present, aside from a very brief juncture in the evenings, when he would pass through your chambers on the way to his bedroom. You tried to make conversation but he either stared at you with dead, unamused eyes or flat-out ignored you. Asking him what he did during his working hours was not one of the things you tried to speak about- much preferring to stay in ignorant bliss- and he was more than happy to not be at the receiving end of your questions for once. 

Growing increasingly tired of questioning your purpose on this wretched behemoth of a ship, you took the liberty of posting yourself outside his bedroom that night, waiting to block his exit until he at least acknowledged your existence. You’re ashamed to admit that you selected your nightwear especially for him- tonight choosing to wear the thinnest of slip dresses in the pathetic hopes that he might be drawn in by your pert chest. 

As is routine, you hear the doors to your chambers swing open and are greeted with the welcome sight of the young Lord, who strides over to you intimidatingly. Removing his helmet and towering before you, you gulp at not just the height difference- but the sheer broadness of his shoulders compared to your slender ones. 

“Move.” He states, glaring at you unaffectedly. 

“No. I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.” You stubbornly huff and you think you spot a glint of amusement in his eyes. 

“You don’t give the orders around here, Princess.” He asserts as he lifts you up by the waist with ease and drops you out of his way like you were a meagre traffic obstruction. You’re filled with disbelief as he enters his room, shutting the door in your face. “At least he didn’t slam it tonight.” You ponder.

Slouching down the door defeatedly, you pout as you hear him undress, desperately in need of an explanation. 

“Please.” You plead pitiably, not expecting him to hear you. 

You almost fall to the floor as your backrest swings open, and you lift your head to see him, sighing above you. 

“What is it?”

“I-I just wanna know some things.” You mutter, cradling your knees on the floor. 

“Then talk.” He taps his foot impatiently. 

“Well uh- for starters, why am I here?” You rise from the floor to face him. “Why did Palpatine want you to marry me?”

“He wants me to sire a son- to ensure his plans can be carried out should I be otherwise indisposed.” He looks away coldly. 

“I don’t understa-“

“Palpatine will live into his 200s. I am only human. If I am killed, he wants another apprentice to bend to his will, one just as strong with the force.” 

“So why haven’t you attempted to do any siring yet?” He looks at you with a look of intense shock, disgust even. Of all the things he’s said, you take issue with his lack of action in the bedroom. 

“I refuse to participate in this charade. He’ll see that you’re barren after a while- and we’ll dispose of you accordingly.” 

“But I’m not barren.” You interject, dismissing the latter part of his sentence. 

“It would be in your best interests to pretend you are.” You’re beguiled by his smooth voice and find yourself yearning to hear it all night. “I’ve brought someone to keep you company, hopefully with them in attendance you’ll be less inclined to seek my attention.” 

“Another handmaiden? Ah, spare me- the current one is more than irritating enough on her own.” You shudder at the thought of 2 Sabes, prattling in your ear all day. 

“No, I’ve ordered for the capture of your former attendant. I believe you were quite fond of him- Silas, is it?” 

Your heart seizes, he’s alive? More importantly, he’s being brought to you? You stare at the scowling face of your husband, who looks afraid you might try to do something overly affectionate. 

“A purely self-indulgent measure. To prevent any future ambushes like the one tonight.” He backtracks, attempting to impose some distance but you disregard it entirely. “If that’s not enough to keep you occupied, you can also have access to my private library - Silas will be waiting for you there tomorrow.” 

“Thank you, my Lord,” You whisper, throwing caution to the wind and wrapping your arms against his waist, face snugly pressed into his firm chest. You feel him tense up at the intrusion, but he relaxes ever so slightly with an exhale, hovering his arms above your own- careful not to let them touch lest he give you the impression he’s embracing you back. 

“Call me Anakin.” He mumbles softly. 

You wake up the next day, your chest feeling lighter than it has in years. Bounding out of bed, you instil deep confusion in Sabe, who enters your room with fresh clothes. 

“Having a good morning?” She asks.

“I think actually, yes. Yes, I am.” You reply resolutely, allowing her to dress you without your usual complaints as she tightens your corset. 

“Might this have anything to do with Lord Vader?” She raises an eyebrow, consumed with curiosity. 

“Perhaps. Or perhaps I see that my new life might not be so bad after all. I believe I have someone waiting for me, you’re dismissed for now, Sabe.” You waltz out of your chambers to the library that Anakin mentioned you were granted entrance to. 

You enter the room and stare in wonder at the rows upon rows of polished shelves, furnished with all kinds of large, leather-bound books. Among the volumes of publications is a tall, spindly man- standing with his back turned. 

“Silas!” You cry out and dart towards him, colliding against him in a tight embrace. 

“Princess! Let me look at you, are you hurt?” He grabs your face, inspecting it for any cuts or bruises. 

“No, no I’m perfectly fine!” You smile. 

“How could you possibly be fine? I heard about the wedding- it’s a scandal, it’s a disgrace! The intergalactic senate will hear about this- I promise I will get you out!“

“Silas, it’s okay, I’m being treated well here.” Your reply sends him into a stunned silence. 

“You’ve been married to a Sith Lord. A princess of the purest blood made to intermingle with the lap dog of the Emperor. I don’t even want to think about what you’ve been forced to do here to survive.” He shudders.

“I haven’t been made to do anything. And Anakin really isn’t that bad once you get to know him a little.”

“Anakin?” Silas almost breaks out in hives at what he’s hearing. 

“Yeah, that’s his real name. And oh, Silas, he’s so handsome!” You clamber on, reading the titles off a nearby bookshelf and digging for something that might take your fancy.

“I don’t believe this. One week under captivity and you’ve been brainwashed already.” He takes his head into his hands.

“I haven’t been brainwashed.” You chuckle. “Anakin is the one who brought you here. Just for me. And he lets me have the nicest quarters on the ship- and I’m allowed private access to the whole library!” You gush.

“So he’s built you a very pleasant cage. Fantastic. Just because your prison has a nice interior doesn’t make it your home.”

“Well, it’s no less of a prison than Onderon was. At least in this one, my marriage isn’t incestuous.” Silas’s eyes widen beyond measure at the boldness of your statement and he takes a seat before he collapses. 

“He used the force to heal me when I was in pain.” 

“And what caused you to be hurt in the first place?” He snaps back accusingly.

“Silas, listen to me.” You kneel beside him, taking his hand into your own. “I’ve spent too many years worrying about the fate of my future, cursing the Maker for how little control I had over my own destiny. No more. I can only take life as it comes in small waves- I have relinquished control. This is my new home now.”

With a heavy sigh, Silas nods- looking away as if unable to process your revelation. 

“Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.” You say, mischievous twinkle in your eye.

The remainder of the day is spent flicking through various books, amassing a pile of them in your bedroom so high that you could barely see Sabe’s head poking through when she entered.

“Um, m’lady? If you won’t be requiring anything else for the night, can I retire? Silas and I were thinking of wandering down to the observatory by my quarters…”

“Of course, Sabe, enjoy.” You chuckle as she meekly smiles and exits your room. You knew they’d hit it off, one perennial chatterbox with another. Flicking through the last page of the first edition volume of The Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise, you hummed discontentedly. “What a terrible ending.” You thought as you inspected the piles on your floor for the second volume. You suspect you must’ve left it in the library when you were packing your books onto the trolley so you wrap a thin robe around yourself and march down the hall. You notice the lights already burning as you enter the library cautiously, peering your head through to see Anakin, sitting on an armchair and reading something out of a thick, metal-encased manual. 

“What’s your book about?” You query as you approach him slowly.

“It’s a story about a very naughty princess who loves to go looking for trouble.” He sneers, lip curling up into the shadow of a smile. 

“No, it’s not!” You titter as you pry over the bind, seeing various starfighter diagrams and mechanical cross-sections. 

“What do you want now?” He shuts the book promptly.

“I just came to collect something I left behind.” You reply innocently. 

“I trust you’re enjoying my collection, then.” He looks up at you for the first time and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of his dreamy eyes.

“Oh yes, it’s very impressive. I didn’t think Sith Lords read so much.”

“They don’t.” He gets up from his chair, sauntering over to a nearby shelf and picking out a specific book. “Try this, I think you’ll like it.” He throws the book in your direction and you catch it; observing the cover, you speculate it’s some kind of historical tale about a lost civilisation. 

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to read it.” You tuck it under your arm. “Are you retiring for the night yet?” 

“Yes, I’ll leave the library to you.” He gets up to leave but you stand in front of him. 

“I was only here to get something, escort me back?” You ask and he looks you up and down before making a low grunting sound, something you can only assume is a sign of acceptance. He heads out the door and you follow, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. 

“I never got to thank you.” You say as you enter your chambers, seizing the short moment you have to converse before he disappears into his bedroom. 

“What could you possibly have to thank me for?” He rolls his eyes.

“For rescuing me.” You reach out to touch him by the arm but back down, courage failing you. 

“You’ve lost your mind.” 

“No, really. My circumstances back home were…less than ideal.” You stare down at your feet.

“I admit I find it peculiar that you don’t seem to be in mourning.” He notes, more intrigue in his tone than you’re used to.

“Would you be in mourning over a man who oppressed and rebuked you at every turn?”

“I see. I suppose that explains your…unorthodox behaviour.” For the very first time, he takes a seat on the chaise lounge by your bed- does he actually want to have this conversation with you?

“I guess you could say that. After he locked me up in the palace and forced me to accept my cousin’s betrothal, I abandoned all hope for the future and resigned myself to perpetual misery. And then you came along.” He squints his eyes, looking almost frustrated with your positivity.

“Are you sure you understand the situation you’ve found yourself in? You’re aware you’ve been abducted- forced to spend every day locked up here, never to see your planet or familiars again? Forced to play wife to me?” He gawks incredulously.

“You’re not as bad as you make out.” You smile at him. “And you’re certainly very easy on the eyes.” You look for changes in his demeanour but it remains unaffected. “Would you have preferred it if I was terrified and unwilling to go near you?” 

“Terrified? Of course not, the thought of it sickened me. Unwilling to go near me? I’m not sure I’d mind.” He states and you wonder if that was his way of making a joke. “I regret that you’ve been ensnared into this. I wish it could’ve been different.” 

“I don’t.” You pluck up the courage to sit beside him, placing your hand on his leg. “I can see there’s goodness within you. It’s almost tangible in the way you treat me.” 

“Clearly I’ve given you the wrong impression.” He mutters gruffly, visibly uncomfortable. “And you can stop wearing those little dresses around me. All you’re going to succeed in doing is get frostbite.” He pushes your hand off him.

“Do you find me that repulsive?” You question sharply, tired of being made to feel undesirable. “I’ve been told my looks rival that of some of the fairest Princesses in the galaxy. Is a man like yourself so completely cold to the affections of women?”

“I fail to see how that is relevant.” He dismisses.

“It’s relevant because I’m tired of my bed being cold. You chose to marry me, now act like a husband!” 

“What choice? I had no choice!” He shouts back and your blood runs cold when he stands towering over you.

“That makes two of us. But I fail to see what good can come from sulking about it.” You lower your tone.

“You’re that desperate, huh?” He sneers condescendingly.

“So what if I am?” You throw caution to the wind, fully aware of the way you’re debasing yourself right now; after the breadcrumbs of affection he’d been giving you, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fine.” He says, making his way over to the bed, ripping off his shirt. 

“W-what are you doing?” You murmur as he undresses and positions himself in the middle of your stately bed. 

“I’m ready, Princess.” He mocks, parroting what you’d said to him on your wedding night. “You wanted to fuck me, right? Well here I am. At your royal disposal.” 

“N-not like this.” You mutter, trying not to stare at his firm pecs or chiselled abdomen. 

“What’s the matter? You’ve been prancing around in those little dresses all week, practically begging me to give you a scrap of my attention and now I’m in our marital bed, you’re too scared?” 

“I’m not scared, I just don’t want to feel like I’m forcing myself on you.” You mutter quietly, drained of all confidence. 

“You’re worried about all the wrong things. Palpatine told me to brutalise you to within an inch of your life, you know that? To take all my anger out on you and make you pay for the sins of your family. And you’re worried about whether you’re taking advantage of me. I fear I have been too soft. You seem to forget who you’re speaking to.” 

“But you didn’t.” You sniffle.

“What?”

“But you didn’t do those things. You’re a good man, Anakin.” Your voice softens and you climb up the bed to join him, allowing your gaze to linger on the small line of blonde curling hair starting from his belly button, travelling down to what lay underneath his underwear. 

“No. I haven’t quite lost all my humanity.” He breathes heavily, seemingly noticing your staring. 

“Let me show you my appreciation.” You bit your lip and bravely met his intense gaze. He doesn’t respond, the only noticeable reaction being his eyes wandering down to your breasts, thin material doing little to conceal your pert nipples. 

“Do you wish to see me?” You ask, fingers toying with the straps as he huffs slightly, acting as though this were beneath him- but still remaining silent. You shrug the material off, revealing your round, perky breasts to him. You think you can see something twitching in his boxers but you can’t be sure. 

“Can I?” You ask, gesturing to sit on his lap but he remains speechless. “Please, my Lord, I need to hear you-“ 

“Yes.” 

A grin spreads across your face as you mount him, completely bare. Putting your hands on his chest, you move your hips a little to feel him. Not that you were expecting any less for a man of his stature, but you felt yourself getting soaked at his formidable size; he was surely 8 inches, and just as satisfyingly thick. Your eyes fall to his pretty face and you’re overcome with the urge to kiss him all over. Reaching down to plant small kisses over his temple and cheeks, you feel him stiffen even more. 

“What are you doing?” He grumbles.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pant as you capture his lips in a soft kiss, brushing them against each other. You can feel him almost fighting the urge to hold you so you take the initiative and grab him by the jaw, kissing him deeply and passionately. You think you hear a moan slip out of his mouth but when you pull away, he’s still got the same cold expression on his beautiful face- brows slightly furrowed and lips pursed in disaffection. 

“If you’re waiting for me to make a move, it’s not going to happen.” He sighs, looking fatigued. A quiet rage simmers within you. You’ve had suitors lining up at the palace gates since you were a teenager and now this glorified servant is behaving as though he is the prize. You craved the chance to teach him not to underestimate you, to make him see you were special. “On another occasion, perhaps.” You thought. Tonight, you just wanted to make him writhe beneath you. 

“If you’re going to be making snarky comments all evening, I’m going to stuff my panties in your mouth to silence you.” 

“What panties? You didn’t wear any.” He grins and your chest sets alight. However brief it was, it’s the first time you’ve seen a genuine smile. His teeth were pearly and straight, and his smile broad enough to reach across his whole face in a bright, radiant flash. You felt like your day had gotten better just by being witness to it. 

“Why do you always do that?” He breaks your trance.

“Huh, do what?”

“Disassociate. You stare right through me when you do it.” 

“M’sorry. I can’t help it.” You feel a fierce shyness overcome you. 

“You find me that handsome?”

“Yes.” You whisper. You have no idea why you’re admitting to it. 

“Is that why you don’t mind being married to me?” He continues and you’re confused by the volume of questions coming your way- it’s more than he’s talked to you all week.

“Partly.” He smirks a little at the ego boost and places his hands on the back of his neck, arm muscles flexing as they’re extended. You trail a line from the centre of his chest down to his abdomen with the tip of your index finger, stopping as you reach the band of his boxers. You look up at him and he raises an eyebrow at you, almost daring you to go further. Toying with the band for a little while, you steel yourself and pull them down in one prompt motion. You have to hold in a wince as you take it in- in all its thick, veiny glory. With a shuddery breath, you savour the view before you: his strong, toned arms trailed down to his athletic torso, v-line achingly defined and sloping down to his large, pink-tipped member. “Even his dick is pretty.” You mentally cursed. His smirking, confident simper never faltered, not feeling a fragment of insecurity for even a moment. 

Knowing you weren’t going to get any warming up from him, you lifted your hips and angled yourself up, tip kissing your entrance. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly sunk down on him, lowering yourself gradually until your bare skin brushed against the curls around the base of his cock. He shuts his eyes for a moment and exhales lightly, pretty lips forming into a small o shape. You try to subdue the overwhelming feeling of being filled so deeply, not wanting to stroke his ego even more than you already have. You begin to move, riding him very slowly and focusing on his chest as it rises and falls, eyes watering at the sensation of being stretched out. Worrying that he’s going to question why you’re going so slow, you begin to speed up even though it aches. 

“Slow down.” He speaks softly. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“As if you care.” You huff.

“Don’t get on my bad side, Princess.” He shoots you a deadly glance and you slow back down, knowing better than to disobey him. It takes you a good while to accommodate to his size, oo’s and aa’s escaping your mouth every time you straighten up and sink down on his cock a little too deeply- but after the adjustment period, you start to ride him confidently. Your tits bounce with a hypnotising jiggle as you smack the flesh of your ass against his thighs, wetness drenching you both. Noticing how his arms lay by his side, you grab him by the wrist and lay them on your hips. He grips onto them slightly for a moment, but quickly releases and lets them fall back down to his sides. You whine a little, starved of affection. You were bouncing on his cock yet you still felt like you weren’t close.

“Please?” You moan. 

“You wanted this, not me. I said I’m not participating, didn’t I?” His voice rings out, completely unaffected while you were a panting mess.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not- ah- enjoying it. F-feels good, doesn’t it?” You stutter, feeling his tip prodding that spongy spot within you that threatens to be your undoing. 

“It’s fine.” He replies, still refusing to engage in any meaningful way.

“Oh come on, Anakin! Give me something.” You feel like you’re one snarky comment away from resorting to begging. 

“I’ve given you my cock. What more do you want out of me?” 

“I want you to talk to me, I want you to touch me. To be present!” 

“And I want for my wife to not be such a whore.” Your mouth gapes open at his harsh words, but you continue bouncing, getting too close to stop now. “I mean seriously, you’re being held hostage and all you can think about is getting fucked? There’s nothing in that little brain of yours other than visions of me fucking you, is there? I’ve seen them.”

You moan at his degrading words- if you weren’t so cock drunk, you might be ashamed of the way you’re allowing him to speak to you. 

“Oh my God, are you gonna cum from me talking down to you? Does me calling you a stupid whore get you off?” He rambles and you can’t stop yourself from turning into a whimpering mess, moans spilling out at every turn and unintelligible groans flooding the room as you bounce on his cock.

He reaches up towards you and you think he might be pulling you in for a kiss but instead, he hooks his fingers into the corners of your mouth, stretching it out. You babble out disjointed syllables, too overwhelmed to establish a rhythm that isn’t completely sloppy.

“The fuck are you even saying right now?” He laughs and oh god, there’s that smile again- if his cock wasn’t enough, now his grin is making your legs feel like jelly.

“What are these dumb little sounds you’re spluttering out? You sound like an idiot.” The lewd squelching noises increase in intensity as you fall apart on top of him in a sudden climax- pleasure hitting you like a truck and nearly knocking you out. You pant on top of him, trying to catch your breath with your head resting on his chest. He clears his throat after a minute and you shuffle off him, laying your head on the nearby pillow instead. 

“Wow. That was…did you not cum?” It occurs to you that you’d just used him for your own pleasure.

“Of course not.” He gruffly responds, legs still spread and cock exposed, glistening with your arousal. “I have self control.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask and he turns to face you.

“You’re like a bitch in heat. It’s not very princess-like of you.” 

“Well, I’m not a princess anymore. I’m a Sith Lord’s wife.” You counter.

“Wives don’t ride like that.” You know he didn’t mean it as a compliment but you chose to take it as one anyway. 

“Aren’t you going to cover up?” You point at his exposed body while you clutch the crisp white sheets around yourself.

“Why should I?” He snaps back and you’re taken aback by his show of confidence. And you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Yeah, I bet you aren’t.”

“Okay, you’ve got to stop doing that! It’s unnatural.” You complain.

“I don’t ordinarily pay such close attention to these things but your mind is so dirty.” 

“Oh yeah? What have I been thinking about in the last couple minutes then?”

“You’ve been wondering how I’m both a shower and a grower, how you’ve never been so wet before - oh, and how you want to fuck me again.” Your cheeks redden at his painfully accurate observations- and you feel his vulgarity plant a renewed desire within you. 

“Really, you want another round? Fine. Hop on.” He sighs, tapping his thigh. You stare at him affectionately with a smile as if to say “really?” and you clamber over him again. You only have to press your dripping body against him once and he quickly hardens again, tip oozing with precum. You waste no time impaling yourself, pussy swallowing him greedily- slightly sore but still stretched out enough to take him with ease. 

“Anakin, please.” You mumble, reaching for his hands- needing to feel them on your skin. 

“What do you want?” He replies breathily. 

“Please, touch me.” You slide up and down his shaft, body racked with delirious pleasure. “Pleasepleaseplease - please Anakin!” He scoffs smilingly at how you’ve been reduced to a needy mess before he’s even put an ounce of effort in. “Do you want me to beg? I’ll get on my knees and beg- please, touch me just a little, please Ani-“

“Alright, alright, enough!” He stops you and you wince at his harsh tone, wishing that just for once, he’d be gentle with you. 

“I’m sorry, it’s okay. I’m right here.” He reaches out and wraps his hands around your dainty waist, right arm gradually trailing up your body. His knuckles brush against your cheek tenderly before he wraps his strong hand around your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss. You squeak in shock at the unexpected affection as your breasts press against his chest, one hand squishing your soft flesh and the other wrapped up in your hair. 

“Mmm, Ani.” You hum, your deepest craving finally quelled.

“No one’s called me that in a really long time.” He mumbles into the kiss, sliding both hands down to your ass cheeks and gripping them firmly. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks as he slides you on and off him, commanding your movements with his strong grasp. 

“Oh God yes, fuck Ani- ah.” You gasped as he began lifting his hips and fucking his cock into you, fingernails digging into your hips. “‘m not gonna last much longer if you keep go -oh, just like th- aah.” 

“You don’t need to.” He whines, finally allowing himself to utter his own sweet sounds. 

“Nuh uh, I-I want you to cum with me.” You whimper in his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck. Cradling you, he wraps one arm around your back and rests his other hand on the back of your head while drilling you with such vigour you almost black out. 

“Shh, baby, shh- ’s okay.” He moans and your walls flutter at the heavenly sound. Try as you may, you can’t stop the drool that streams out of your mouth, fucked so dumb that you’re losing control over your senses. 

“You’re close, can feel you gripping me.” He sputters, barely audible over the sound of your squeals. “You want the whole ship to hear you, huh?”

“I want them all to know who I belong to.” You manage to get out clearly, trying to get a handle on your faculties. Rising up from being tucked into his neck, you start bouncing on him with the excitement of a little bunny, so desperate to bring him to his release. You look down at him, eyes screwed shut, gnawing on his bottom lip and you feel how furiously his eager cock throbs inside you.

“Want you to fill me up.” You warble, dropping your hands to lay on either side of his face, soft locks brushing against your wrists. “I wanna be yours.” You stare into his eyes, which have just fluttered open, eyebrows knitted close together.

“You’re already mine.” He whispers, grabbing you by the waist and turning you over in one swift motion, your back hitting the plumpness of the bed. Before you can take a breath, he slams into you again and your back arches from the overstimulation. 

Hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you deeper into him, he roughly pounds against you, cock gliding into your sensitive core. You try to focus yourself, gnawing on your lip and mentally repeating: “You can’t cum this quickly again.”

“Oh yes, you can.” He asserts mischievously, speeding up his sloppy strokes until your eyes roll to the back of your head. You grip the sheets around you, trying desperately to hold on for just a few seconds longer.

“Don’t you dare.” He growls, slapping against you roughly. Beads of sweat trickle down his defined pecs, down to the creamy mess where your bodies meet. With one final gloopy thrust, you scream out his name and collapse entirely, body convulsing with pleasure as he moans at the sight, burying his face into your thigh. 

“Goddamn…” You hear him mutter as he continues using your body like a toy, dragging you onto him in a way that you don’t even notice in your cock drunk stupor. You hear a glorious groan escape his lips as he pulls out, painting your body with his creamy white cum. 

“Why’d you pull out?” You whine, completely spent and feeling woefully empty now that your bodies weren’t connected anymore. 

“You know why.” He exhales as his head hits the pillow beside you. “I refuse to let a child come into this.” You huff a little but feel too exhausted to argue.

Shuffling over, you test his boundaries by leaning your head against his shoulder. When he noticeably stiffens and backs away a little, you sit up hastily to face him. 

“Really, Anakin? You’re still not comfortable around me?” 

“I’m as comfortable as I need to be.” He murmurs and you let out a fussy whine. 

“I’ve just given myself to you entirely and you can’t even hold me after? Please, Ani, you’re making me feel really-“

“Fine! If it’ll get you to be quiet.” He pulls you in swiftly, his strong arm wrapped around you protectively and you let out a satisfied hum while he shakes his head- no doubt wondering how he got stuck with such a petulant child.

The days that followed were full of you waltzing around the ship, lost in your daydreams. Anakin had been dispatched to a different system for a mission and much to your displeasure, wouldn’t return for several days yet; you never knew exactly how long his journeys would last, you only knew they were doubtlessly too long. You missed him dearly - and if the way he hugged you back before he left was any indication- you were growing on him too. 

After enthusiastically getting through the book Anakin recommended, he told you that he’d left a stack out by his desk in the library- a personally hand-picked selection that he believed you’d enjoy. Your heart fluttered at the thought and you felt yourself keenly gliding over to it. You reminisced fondly about the way his soft hair felt when it brushed through your hands, how his dreamy eyes made you weak at the knees- how he had the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. You didn’t realise it was possible for someone to be so perfect- so what if he had an unsavoury pastime? It was a flaw you were willing to overlook if it meant you got to wake up next to that face. 

Entering the library, you hum a chirpy song and float over to the desk where you find a neat pile of books in varying colours and sizes. Just as you were about to pick the first one out of the stack, Silas rushes in- scruffy and disorganised, looking over his shoulder.

“Princess! Princess, you must hurry. They’re here- they’re finally here.” He sputters, grabbing onto your wrist like a madman and leading you out. 

“Slow down! What’s going on?” You question, wondering why you were running along with him. 

“Oh but we must be quick, the stormtroopers can only be held off for so long! Sabe is leading the distraction-“

“What are you talking about?” 

“Word finally reached them, they’re finally here!”

“Who? Who’s here?” You shout back, brain spinning in confusion.

“The Senate has sent an army - a rescue team for you!” Silas stares at you with crazed eyes, sweating with anxiety. “We can finally go home!” 

“W-what?” You stutter, allowing him to lead you out to the docking bay where you can see a battleship undoubtedly belonging to the Galactic Republic- suspended midair awaiting boarding.

“Wait, wait, no.” You backtrack but the grip Silas has around your wrist is too strong to easily break from. 

“You don’t mean to tell me you wish to stay here with that brute?” He glances back at you, face painted with disgust as he pushes on for the last few metres left until you reach the ship. “He doesn’t care about you.”

“That’s not true!” You shout, propellers buzzing over you with a furious intensity. 

“Is that so? Then why isn’t he putting up a fight right now?” He gestures behind you and you turn around to where the observatory window is. There he is, standing behind the glass, looking at you calmly. 

“Do you see? He doesn’t even care enough to stop you!” Silas digs his fingernails into your wrist as you reach the ship, doors unloading with a steamy hiss. “Get in!” He yells, pushing you forward with all his might. 

He’s letting you go. He’s letting you leave.

“No!” You fight back, striking Silas across the face and sprinting out of his reach as soon as his grasp on you loosens.

“You idiot! Stay here and rot with those Sith devils!” He curses, clambering up the stairs and smacking the handle, signalling for them to shut. Tears course roughly down your face as you stand back and see the ship ascending before darting off into the distance in a beaming flash. Turning around, you run as fast as your feet will carry you, scrambling up to the observatory to the man you’d just abandoned life as you knew it for.

Throwing the doors open, you see him: mouth parted, eyebrows raised and a singular tear rolling down his cheekbone. You jump into his arms, colliding and entangling yourself with him.

“Why did you do that, huh?!” He grabs your face with both hands, kissing you desperately. “Why would you do something so stupid?” You break out into a sob as he mumbles against your lips. “I would’ve let you go, you could’ve left.”

“I know, that’s why I stayed.” You wrap your hands around his own, still in a firm grip around your face. “I love you, Ani.” You gaze up at him with such adoration he feels his cold heart bursting. 

“I love you too.” 

As soon as the words leave his beautiful lips, you leap to kiss them- trying desperately to memorise every detail and every sensation that belonged to this moment. 

“I-I thought you would’ve surely left if you could.” He murmurs, struggling to break away from your lips. “Thought you were jus’ making the most out of a bad situation.” 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You say sincerely, hoping he could feel the love you have for him pouring out of you. 

“I don’t believe my eyes.” A dreaded raspy voice resonates across the room. “The Princess has fallen in love with my apprentice. And he seems to love her back? Now this is just precious.” Anakin stands in front of you protectively, pushing you back. 

“She will prove to be useful in the future.” The Emperor hisses, glaring at you with an empty hunger in his eyes. “Now that she has demonstrated her loyalty.”

“It’s the last show of loyalty you’ll ever see.” Anakin spits as he draws his lightsaber from the left belt hook on his robes and strikes Palpatine, beheading him in one swift motion before he can even register what’s struck him. 

“He always taught me that even the most powerful of enemies can be defeated-“ He turns to face you, retracting his glowing lightsaber. “with the element of surprise.” 

A twisted grin creeps up on your face as he swoops you up like a true bride- lifting you with a firm hold and carrying you out of the room while you wrap your arms around his neck, planting kisses all over.

“I think it’s high time me and my wife got some privacy, don’t you think?” He gestures at the incoming stormtroopers, who confusedly back away after spotting Palpatine’s decapitated body. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

You giggle as he carries you to your chambers, throwing you onto the bed and peering out of the large doors one last time before shutting them with a loud clamber- ah, free from disturbance at last.

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"hosanna."

darth vader x f!reader

SUMMARY: you live to serve your sith lord. WORD COUNT: 1.3k | CHARACTERS: darth vader NOTES: as a former christian child, this song speaks to me on a level i cant explain. it is not a testament to my current religious standpoint, this is not pro or anti anything. merely a song analysis format in the perspective of a darth vader smut writer. "hosanna" by hillsong united. @xstarkillerx heavily influenced this fic WARNINGS: heavy religious themes | sexual content | coitus | unprotected sex | virginity loss | objectification | worship | size difference | mentioned: blood, suicide | no y/n

Heal my heart and make it clean.

“Please, my lord.” your desperate croak echoes against the floor as you press your forehead to the stone in your kneel. You beg not for traditional mercy, but rightful extinction. To bask in the company of the Sith Lord can only mean one thing. Finally, your mistake will be remedied. You’ll be scorched from the face of this planet by his righteous fire, fit to continue your spiritual journey with the help of his guided and generous hand. When it raises to clench around your neck, to squeeze the life from you, your soul will escape your wretched and human body.

Open up my eyes to the things unseen.

Sights you cannot fathom, planes you cannot reach, heavens you are unallowed to cross all become possible in the benevolence of his presence. A great exhilaration, the cathartic rush you’ve been bound to chasing your entire lifespan is at your fingertips. They prickle in anticipation, driving you to near tears over the discovery of divinity. To be at his feet overwhelms you, and you’re wracked with sobs. The pilgrimage you’ve been tasked with is at its end. Darth Vader stands before you, and you cannot bring yourself to utter another word in fear.

Show me how to love like You have loved me.

You’re brought to stand. His hand cups your chin, and you burn from his touch. By his grip, he raises your gaze, and you scan the ample length of his imposing form. Cloaked in black, shrouded in terrifying mystery, your weeping is quieted in the presence of his glory. The image of his expressionless mask in front of you runs your blood cold. You’ve seen his likeness etched into your planet’s culture, yet that awe is incomparable to the one that roars through your veins now. Legends depict his dark figure as a hunter. An insatiable pursuant that stops at nothing until the galaxy is cleansed. His abysmal love for all things is shown through his relentless protection of it. With a step, he shakes the very crust of the terrain he walks upon; with a wave of his mighty hand, corrupt civilizations fall and armies stab themselves so as not to face him; under his leadership, his empire thrives and spreads to the untouched and the perverted in his name. Dry mouth struggles to swallow as he remains silent, doubtlessly counting your sins as he scrutinizes you. You always knew you were to be judged, and here it is. Yet, you’re stupefied. His thumb against you does not feel like you thought it would, pinching your skin coldly.

Break my heart for what breaks Yours.

“Do I displease you?” you whisper. A single tear breaks from your eye in your tremble, grazing your cheek as it falls. A knuckle comes to dab at the moisture, and you flinch. His encasing is to hide his unseeable majesty from the galaxy. It is said a single look upon his true self will devour you whole, tearing you to shreds where you stand, and blaze your eyes from their sockets. If you survive the encounter, you’ll live out the rest of your blackened life consumed by his image as the last thing you saw, in blind search of it through endless deserts. Already you condemn yourself, cursing your own household for its transgressions against him and his vision, your appearance is unsatisfactory, your soul has been dipped in gold to weigh down the scales. You’ve been too prideful, vain, greedy. How could you have ever hoped to be here with him when you’re a demon in skin? He senses it, he must. You will atone.

Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause.

There is nothing you won’t do in his name. There is nothing that will keep you from him. Your boundless devotion towards the Sith Lord cannot be bought, cannot be measured. You are his vessel, a path to reach others, your eyes are his eyes. Can he see himself through you? If he, a being of endless power, were to attempt to inhabit your body, would you combust into ashes under his boot? Still, you try. Storms bend to his will, mountains bow by his word. What could you offer to him that is not within his scope? “Anything.” you plea through a broken voice, your hands hooking into your outerwear to pull it off your shoulders. His hand releases your jaw, and you step back for any offense you may have caused. Since his command suspends, you continue. Your straps are tugged down, and your knees buckle, dropping to the ground. Desperately, lovingly, you bare yourself to him, you crawl to his feet in worship.

As I walk from earth into eternity.

There’s nothing you don’t give him throughout the night. Anything you can comprehend is surrendered to him. You’re afraid. While he’s inside you, you’re afraid. Rooted deep, sheathed inside your purity, touching sacred parts of you that has never been offered to anyone else. You’re afraid of him. He’s said nothing, exhalting himself using you as you’ve invited him to, but in your eyes he’d need not ask. You are his. Large hands grasp your torso, bunching up the fabrics of your clothes, ripping seams more and more with each thrust. The pain of consummation is one you thank him for with lachrymal essence dripping down the corners of your eyes, wetting your hairline. The sins of the flesh are a stranger to you, until he breaks your virginity, fucking you through the blood. So as not to surprise him, you swallow your cry with a palm over your lips. Disillusioned with your surroundings, focused on the heat where your bodies meet, you notice how he’s changed his pace. A gentler angle to his hips as he caresses your insides with his member. Regardless of its stiffness, the velvety outer layer is sweet against your walls. True rapture introduces itself to you, growing in pleasure with each stroke. His cape veils your nakedness to the outside world, shielding you as he presses you to him in a surprising demonstration of humanity. Symbolically, your forehead kisses the crest of his headpiece, a stark contrast from the stone you’d bowed on, he is showing you forgiveness. Humility. He is grateful. The sensation of being filled by him becomes not only bearable, but welcome. Your wails are no longer wracked with the despair of ache, but of staggering passion. Newfound life flows through you, rejuvenating you, manifesting in the beads of sweat on your brow, and the tears of thankfulness as they stream from your blurring gaze. On the edge of your peak, you take pride. He wants you. He wants you. He wants you.

Hosanna, Hosanna.

You can’t see yourself, but you’re outside your body. The warmth of existence embraces you, curling around you like smoke. There’s nothing but comfort here. Nothing but a stretch of unconditional love and acceptance. Finally, finally you’re here. You’ve reached your heavens. You can feel it all around you. It is the light. It is eternity. It is. It is. It is.

You are. You are. You are.

As you open your eyes, the fleeting feeling dissipates. The prickle softens, your breathing evens out, the white hot sensation of your orgasm passes over you. No. No. No. It was right there, it was in your hands. You’re alerted as he pulls from you, the wet sounds of your joint pleasures spill from your spasming entrance, pouring down your body that still remains. Your body that drew your soul back in from salvation. Darth Vader does not realize he’d given you a taste of the Force in his ecstasy, entwining your souls to see through each other’s eyes for one honored moment. Nor does he foresee the future of you begging for him over and over again, just for a mere taste of it at your climax.

[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.

[weixuldo]

Allow Me// Ch 2

Vader x F!Reader

A/N: Hiiii! I am back and sorry again for the wait! A friend from out of town was in and I spent the week with her. But from now on, the updates should be more frequent! I also just wanted to say thank you all for the overwhelming support on the last chapter! I truly did not think that It was going to get so much love haha

You must be the unluckiest person in the Galaxy

Warnings: cannon-typicaal violence, weapons, cursing, death, harassment

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You cowered under your bed sheets as you felt the demanding presence of Darth Vader approaching your door. Your heart raced with every whirr of his breath; you knew he could sense your fear.

All he had to do was open the door…

You waited for what seemed like hours for the man on the other side to come bursting in, but to your surprise- he never did, instead he stood dormant at your door for a while until you heard him walk away.

What did he want to do? Intimidate you? If he was going to kill you, why didn’t he do that? 

Thoughts raced through your tired mind as you slowly lowered the covers from your head and tried to calm down.

As much as you tried you couldn’t seem to find sleep for the rest of the night.

Begrudgingly, the morning shift system dinged, notioning for you to go to your station for the day. You pulled yourself out of your bed and put on your uniform, yawning the whole way to your post. 

As much as the events of last night disturbed you, you were too exhausted to be fully comprehensive; so when you bumped into a supply cart coming down the corridor you could barely make out the annoyed shouts of the worker. 

“My apologies” you offered, continuing down the hall as the cart worker shouted some distasteful insults your way.

Once you entered the station your supervisor handed you a holopad and gave you your assignment for the day. You were to check some of the machines on the bridge and then report back to your boss. 

Sadly for you the bridge was on the totally opposite end of the executor, but at least today’s assignment was fairly short; before you knew it you would be able to go back to your quarters and fall asleep.

The promise of sleep motivated you to hurry down to your assigned station for the day, thinking of nothing but fantasies of your soft pillows. In the midst of your daydreams you ran into a trooper who was heading down the intersecting hall. The impact made you fall back onto your ass and you looked up at the trooper with a scowl.

“What are you looking at? You’re the one who ran into me!” he barked before continuing on, but not before cursing you under his breath.

You shook your head and grabbed the holopad that landed beside you.

Fuck.

There was a large crack all the way down the small tablet’s surface, great… another expense that’ll come out of your already small paycheck. This has truly been the best week, what next universe? 

You finally entered the bridge with the sliding of the doors and observed the glossy obsidian color of the bustling room. Officers and troops bustled on the platform and in the pits to the sides of the main bridge.

You made your way to the lower deck of the bridge and set your bag down beside the machine you were to be inspecting. The generals in the stations surrounding you seemed to be pretty lax with their jobs; leaning back in their chairs, talking about the newest blasters on the market rather than actually paying attention to their screens. 

The one closest to you kept tapping his foot against the machine you were trying to inspect which frustrated you immensely. 

“Excuse me, Would You mind moving your chair to the side a little, I need some more room to check up on the unit” You asked, as politely as you could, expecting an “ok”. Instead the man scowled and sat upright in his chair. 

“No, I will not. I need to stay here and do my duties- the duties of a general, mind you. I’m sure your…inspection work… is much less severe, so I think you can wait” the man said with a patronizing tone. 

What in the galaxy has gotten everyone so stiff today? The entitlement of these generals was crazy. You rolled your eyes as you inspected the equipment in front of you; you took the metal plating off and carefully laid out the screws in order to put them back on when you were finished. 

Before you could actually get to the inspection part of your job, you felt something hit the back of your head; it was a piece of garbage.

You shot your head towards the direction of the trash and saw the same general, snickering with some of the others in the row before one offered, “oops, sorry, I missed the trash”. 

How were these idiots, who obviously didn’t give a shit about their job, getting paid more and getting more recognition than you. You may not have been totally invested in the empire’s agenda, but you did care about the quality of your work. 

You took a magnifying utensil to inspect the crossed wires in the back of the unit; that's the problem, the wires were getting tangled with every tap the general dealt to the machine under the desk. 

You reached down into your bag and grabbed some pliers to untangle them, but before you could get started, you saw the screen above you blinking red.

You didn’t really know what exactly you were looking at, but it didn’t look good; it looked like there were a few fighter planes approaching the back side of the executor.

That was definitely not good; you looked at the rude general who was supposed to man the station, he was busy laughing it up with some co-workers on the other end of the deck. 

“Sir” you called, attempting to wave over the rogue general.

Nothing. 

“General!” you shouted a little louder. 

He whipped his head towards you with narrowed eyes until he saw the screen and all the color drained from his face. He ran over to his desk, frantically pressed a few buttons, flipped two red switches, and shouted some commands.

Soon you heard the muffled reverbs of the ship releasing tie-fighters into space. 

The man sat back in his chair and faced forward, he was sweating and you could see his legs trembling next to the unit you were almost done patching up. 

Before you knew it the whole bridge went silent, no more bustling, no more smiling, only silence and anxiety filled the room. What the fuck just happened?

Soon enough the doors of the bridge swished open and your silent questions were answered.

The dark figure of Darth Vader came in with a determined strut; he was not pleased. You lowered your head and finished up tightening the screws to close the machine so you could leave asap. He was the last person you wanted to see today, last night he literally stood outside of your door-probably debating whether to kill you or not.

“Someone in this room has allowed rebel ships to enter our flight deck. Of course we exterminated them, but that does not excuse the uncalculated mistake of someone in this room.”

Vader continued down the top deck; once he halted so did the entourage of troopers behind him. He slowly turned his head and surveyed the room trying to determine who’s blunder allowed rebels to get that close to the ship.

Though you know you did nothing wrong in this situation, your anxiety was through the roof. 

Swiftly, he turned towards your direction-

Fuck.

There is no way in the galaxy-

“Your fear betrays you, General” his mechanical voice stated. 

You exhaled a short breath, you were indeed not a General. But before you could completely relax the man beside you protested. 

“She was the one who failed to alert me, it was not my fault” the General exclaimed standing tall and pointing an accusing finger at you. 

What?! 

Vader already had it out for you, this was just gonna add to the problem. 

He slightly shifted his lenses towards you before turning back to the man.

“I recall the empire bestowed the title of General upon you, not her; am I correct?” Vader questioned in an even tone.

“Y-yes My lord” 

“In that case, You are responsible for your station, not her” 

The worried officer frantically looked around, before pushing past you to make a break for the exit. His forceful push made you tumble down the small steps from the desk areas to the actual floor, as well as your bag. You landed harshly and winced at one of your heavier tools landing on your arm.

Before you could get up, Lord Vader had a trooper blast the general through the chest and his limp body fell backwards beside you. 

“Someone get this garbage off of my bridge” Vader said with a flip of his cape as he headed for the exit. 

You began to lift yourself up from the floor, truly ready just to go back to your room; you didn't get any sleep, kept bumping into people, your holopad cracked, dealt with rude generals, got pushed down some stairs, and just had someone die beside you, just another stellar day in the empire. 

The bustling sound of the troopers halted making you look back up; Lord Vader was looking straight at you. 

“And bring that officer to a meeting room, I need to speak with them”

Just as you began to protest, two troopers secured your arms.

“Better shut your mouth little one” one snapped as the other just laughed.

Great.

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The room was cool and dark, a blinking light in the corner of the room indicated that you were being surveilled. Thankfully you were unbound, but didn't dare to wonder about the room- he could enter at any moment.

But why were you here? Was it because of those troopers the other night? Did the sith lord think that you were spreading rumors about having “relations” with him? Was it because people you had bumped into were complaining about your seeming lack of spatial awareness? No, that’s just outlandish…but what if?

To be honest you were too exhausted to think straight, everything was seeming like a possibility, and you had the worst week, so at this point you didn’t really give a  fuck about what would happen to you.

Maybe if he killed you, you would actually find some peace. 

The cool air of the room was making you sleepy, your eyelids felt like weights and you couldn't stop them from closing. 

Whoosh

The sound of the door swooshing open awoke you from your light sleep, how long had it been? How-

Suddenly all traces of sleep shook from your body as you came face to face with the man in the dark mask. 

Sure, you said you wouldn’t mind dying, but now that death was staring you in the face, you felt inclined to plead for your life. 

“M-my Lord, I apologize I was”

“Resting… I see. Perhaps I took too long to make my way here” he said, sliding the door shut behind him. 

“No sir- um.. My Lord” you corrected as you nervously fiddled your fingers. 

“You may calm your anxieties, officer” the man in front of you said as he slowly made his way to the table you were seated at. 

His words didn’t do much to calm you but you did relax your posture a bit. He took a stand in front of you, making you eye level with his control panel.

He was so much larger than you remembered, probably since you were more wary of him since you were in his direct interest as of now.

“Am I to be punished for earlier?” you asked, avoiding eye contact with his lenses. 

“Not at the moment, is there something I should be made aware of?” 

“No, My lord. It’s just that the general who spoke out was not manning his station and I did not want his words to cloud what really happened” 

“I thought nothing of the sort, I know you would not allow for such a careless mistake”

He spoke with such a neutral tone that you couldn’t determine whether he was playing with your mind or if his words were truly sincere. 

“As of late I have observed your work and am pleased by your dedication to the Empire” he said.

“I appreciate your faith in my work, my lord; but may I ask why I was called here?” 

The Sith lord turned towards the camera in the corner of the room and back at you before taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.

“I wanted to thank you for your work on the executor, personally. I have noticed others on board have not treated you the best and yet you still provide quality service”

Your heart began to race even faster, was this a dream? Was Darth Vader himself really praising your work right now? And what baffled you even more is that he noticed how you had been treated throughout your posting on his ship. 

You really didn’t expect Vader to care that much about his employees, but maybe he was a bit softer than everyone thought…(unlikely).

Before you could respond he placed a holopad on the table that showed a nicely constructed grave stone with your mothers name, what was this? Your father couldn’t afford this.

You looked up at the man who filled the room with echoes of his mechanical breathing. 

“I-I don't understand-”

“As I mentioned earlier, I am regretful you were not able to attend your mother’s funeral procession, so I had the empire deliver your father funds for her memorial. It’s the least I could do” he said, clicking the projection off. 

You sat in the metal chair, bewildered; why in the galaxy would Darth Vader give your father money for your mother’s grave?

Your family was a bunch of nobody’s… Nothing attached to your name, but now your mother had a grave of high gentry. It didn't make sense.

As you pondered his motives, the sith lord rose from his seat and proceeded to walk to the side you were on. 

You were shaken from your thoughts when you felt a firm and heavy hand on your shoulder. It was a feeling that should have invoked fear, but instead you felt butterflies. 

Not many people had been nice to you in your life, so were you just being delusional and trying to make it seem that this sith lord really cared about you?

You knew you needed to be more cautious around him, but you couldn’t help but smile up at the dark figure looming behind you. 

“You are stronger than you know, officer, do not let anyone on this ship tell you otherwise” he said before patting you once more and leaving. 

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The cool sheets of your empire-grade bed felt nice after your warm shower. You settled into bed with a new sense of pride, someone important, no. one of the most important figures in the galaxy, recognized your skill and talent. He recognized your plights and struggles and gave you encouragement for better. 

As you slept your mind seemed to compile every snippet of time that you interacted with Vader into a long dream; not that you minded, but your brain was definitely not helping you suppress your delusions. At this rate you’d be dreaming of a future with the most feared man in the galaxy. 

It was stupid to think that was possible, but after all, it was just a dream,

no harm in that. 

Except for the fact that on the opposite end of the executor, a sleep deprived Vader couldn’t seem to clear his mind enough to meditate.

He was too busy envisioning the face of that beautiful officer he had been encountering more and more frequently. 

This was not a part of the Sith’s agenda, you were a distraction. You needed to be wiped from his mind, but he couldn’t seem to do it. Of course there was an obvious solution; get rid of you- whether it be a transfer or death-

just get rid of you.

But no matter how hard he tried to call for the orders, he couldn’t.

How could he when you had been the only thing that made him feel remotely human again? 

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A/N: heheh tysm for waiting for this chapter and i hope this story is interesting u guys!!

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[wei-otter]

Never Forgotten // Vader x F!reader / Ch 2

(A/N: welcome back!!! thank you so much for the support and i hope you all continue to enjoy the series :))

working as a medic, you are approached with a new patient

Warnings: mention of TIE fighter crash, respiratory problems, medical procedures, bad punctuation and grammar,

F/N- first name

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Between your departure and the beginning of the clone wars, you spent your time traveling from system to system gaining new techniques and knowledge of health care. You excelled at the medical academy and already gained much experience. Your patients included Jawas, Wookiees, togrutas, government officials, humans, and even mandalorians. Now those were hard patients.

Once the clone wars hit you were hired as a battlefield medic for the republic. You had no real qualms over the government, your loyalties were to living organisms, no matter who or what they had done. Being Surrounded by Jedi knights, you couldn’t help but think of Anakin. You selfishly hoped he never found someone to replace you.

While on the planet Naboo before the war broke out you heard talk of senator Padme Amidala’s new Jedi bodyguard. It seemed as if they were romantically involved which is why it was such a hushed scandal. You of course remembered her as the beautiful young girl who you would never compare to. There's no way that Jedi could be Anakin. Right? No it couldn’t be. Either way your main focus now was keeping your patients alive and healthy.

“B” a nurse called

You turned, “Yes?”

“Patient 67 was moved to sector C, but they still need the bacta transfusion and the aloe salve”

“I’m on it”

“The Botanist” or just “B” is what people called you now, I guess it was better for anonymity? But they mainly called you that because of your signature remedies were ones made of plants. For your final you chose to do a study of different plants with healing properties. After many hours of research you found a plethora of uses for many different botanical organisms. Each species reacted differently to certain plants, for some plants could cure all diseases, but others they would only heal a scrape. Either way you employed plants healing capabilities, in some way, to almost every case you got.

After the war the steady need for medics was dying down. Many of your colleagues opted to settle down in a steady system and open their own practice. Some of you wanted that too but deep down you knew that was not your destiny. You barely ever got a chance to reminisce of your past but every so often you would miss the boy you loved on Tatooine. Where in the galaxy is he now?

You had gained notoriety as a skilled healer who served during the clone wars. A healer who could alleviate the most severe of symptoms, who never turned down someone in need. Throughout your career you were offered many permanent positions, but you could not be swayed no matter how hearty the deal. You still had something to do, you were still unfulfilled.

Some time after order 66 you got wind to the termination of the Jedi. Hm. For a moment you sat silently…. You allowed yourself to mourn for the countless lives lost, you let yourself mourn for…him… Anakin. Though you wouldn’t sadden yourself with the possibilities, you always wished for his mothers affirmations to come true. But now you are an adult with responsibilities, there was no time for fairy tales.

About five years had passed since the fall of the republic, now only the domineering empire remained. Personally the governmental shift had not affected your small life. You didn’t know much of the inner workings of this new system. You only heard daunting stories of those who crossed them. You had heard of the feared Darth Vader, a man in a black armored suit, his ruthless red lightsaber the demise of so many souls. Yikes. You wondered if whoever was in the suit had a hand in the termination of the jedi not so long ago.

You were working out of a small mining system, helping locals recover from a major explosion in one of the mines. Heading back to your camp after a long day of work, you felt a sense of unease. Your senses were fighting for you to flee. Why? As much as you tried, you just couldn’t shake that feeling. Your fears were confirmed when you saw four stormtroopers huddled around your camp. Your brain screamed for you to run but your legs continued walking. Why would imperial troopers be at your camp? You had never had any run-ins with the law before.

Gingerly you stepped into their view.

“H-Hello? Can I help you?”

They turned together in tandem, blasters held close to their chests. The one closest to you stepped forward and glanced down at you.

“Are you the medic known as the Botanist?”

Suspiciously you nodded, “is there something I can help you with?”

“We have orders from the emperor to retrieve you.”

“May I ask the reason for this sudden disturbance?” You asked

“His majesty wishes to employ you as his apprentice’s personal physician.”

You began to shake your head, “I do not take exclusive patients, I need to be available for all who require my assistance. Taking this job would mean-“

“Do you really have a choice?” Interrupted another trooper. Your eyes darted between the four figures, blasters perfectly on display.

“I guess I really would be no help if I were dead?’ You thought to yourself.

“No, I will accompany you, do you at least happen to have a file I could study on my new patient?” You sighed, defeated.

The troopers nodded at each other and started walking.

“Hello?” You asked hurrying to grab your bag trying to follow them.

“Further north you will reach a port, from there you will be guided onto an imperial vessel, I assume you will be given the file there. If you fail to reach the port, you will be tracked, hunted, and killed.”

The man’s words sent a shiver down your spine. Luckily you had been operating around this planet for a few months and knew the quickest way to the port. You nodded at the troopers and headed on your way, only your backpack in tow.

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You knew the quickest route to the port, but it was still a long haul. By the time you reached the entrance around five hours had passed. You alternated between hitching rides and walking to reach the destination. You walked in seeing mostly locals sending out shipments or unloading cargo. The large ship on the end of the dock was not easy to miss, the imperial crest adorning its flanks.

You approached the vehicle nervously. Stormtroopers dressed in black armor guarded the entrance.

“Hi there, I was sent by a squadron from the east sector. I’m a medic”

“The botanist?” Asked the slightly taller trooper.

“Yes” you confirmed laughing nervously.

The two gave each other a look and stepped out of the way so you could board the carrier. Giving them one final nod you entered the maw of the ship.

How did you get here? What were you doing? You never had any run ins with the empire before now so how would they have even known of your existence? Why did the emperor want you specifically? Who was his apprentice? Why did he need your assistance? What in the galaxy was-

You were pulled from your thoughts as an imperial officer grabbed you by the shoulder.

“This way, medic.” They spat.

They brought you to a small seating area and motioned for you to take a seat. You nervously sat as they chucked a large file into your lap.

“You have from now until we reach our destination to become acquainted with your patient”

You looked at them dumbfounded, you only just heard you were becoming a personal physician and the file in your lap was rather large.

“Where are we going? How long will I have to study the patient’s file?” You asked.

Rolling their eyes, the officer shortly snapped out,

“If you must know. Mustafar.”

Before turning and quickly exiting, air tight doors sealing behind them.

Mustafar? You had only ever visited the volcanic planet once and the heat alone was enough to keep you away.

What kind of person could stand to live there? You pondered as you prepared to begin studying the gargantuan folder.

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Mustafar was an uncomfortable planet to say the least. Why anyone would live there was questionable. But one man chose to construct a fortress of the active planet. Heavy footsteps followed by rhythmic breathing filled the corridor as the master of this fortress made his way to his throne room.

He effortlessly created a foreboding demeanor even as he simply sat down. Dressed in the darkest black, the Sith Lord sat on his throne, large body exuding an aura of dominance. In front of him a blue holo-figure, a ghastly old….man? The once human face twisted and contorted by hate and insanity spoke to the man in the chair,

“Lord Vader”

“Master.”

“How has your recent recovery faired?”

The dark lord paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. Recently he was involved in a large TIE crash, to further the damage after the crash he was set to face a skilled opponent upon arrival. He was always in pain, but the new blaster burns and the injuries from the crash had impacted him severely.

“It is…adequate, my master” he finally responded

The sickly man raised his head to reveal his glowing eyes.

“Your…efficiency has been…strained as of late, lord Vader.”

Those words cut into the mechanical man, he took in deep breath.

“My apologies, master. I will assure the utmost success for my future endeavors” He felt suddenly short of breath, respirator kicking in to save him the struggle of trying to breathe on his own. His masters eyes widened and his mouth opened downwards.

“Ahhhh… I see you are struggling, my apprentice.

This could become a problem”

Vader’s back stiffened, “NO. No, my master, I have everything under control, the droids in my medical wing have been upgraded recently and I-“

The emperor cut off the armored man.

“I have arranged for a highly…. Reputable medic to aid you with your….ailments.”

Vader felt his chest tighten, he didn’t need anyone.

“Master ple-“

“They are set course on a vessel as we speak.”

Vader was silent. He would not be seen as weak. He would end the medic’s life.

Palpatine spoke once more.

“You will fail me no longer. You will accept these treatments and you will be restored to your highest efficiency. Am I clear”

Efficiency. He really was just a machine of the empire. Just a weapon.

“Yes, master.” Vader confirmed. Palpatine smiled his all knowing smirk and faded out of the call.

Left to his thoughts, Vader rested his head in one of his gloved palms. He felt as if the only time he wasn’t being used as a weapon or even a fighter was as his days with his mother on Tatooine. Watto used him. The jedi used him. Obi-wan used him. The empire used him. Palpatine used him.

Padme.

Padme didn’t love him.

but….

His mother never used him. Neither did…

she.

F/N.

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(a/n: aahhhh, the next chapter should actually have some reader/ vader interaction yaaay :))) i hope u guys r enjoying it here <3)

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[dokoni-mo]

Koi No Yokan || Darth Vader x GN! Reader (Chapter 6)

summary: curiosity killed the cat.

SFW

word count: 2268

warnings: cursing, allusions to canon-typical violence, palpatine being palpatine, fluff, fear, mentions of death

chapter's tune // youtube version

a/n: sorry this chapter is a bit short!! enjoy!

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Leaving your fiancé after your time together in the meadow was one of the hardest things you ever had to do. And, even though he didn't show it well, you could tell that it was hard for him as well.

You and him both new that all good things must come to an end eventually, but damn did you not want it to. You were surprised he even went forward with your little plan to begin with. So excuse you if you wanted to relish in that brief freedom. But you knew better. You knew you couldn't stay gone for too long until people started to wonder where the two of you had went. The party was supposed to be about the impending union, after all. But you found it hard to care.

Frankly, the only thing you really cared about anymore was him.

You weren't stupid. You knew how to recognize when something was being shoved in your face. And after your little plan; of pretending to fall down to pull a little trick on him, you were made blatantly aware of just how your fiancé felt about you. You could hear it in the way he talked to you; feel it in the way he touched you. You knew he cared about you.

But, even still, you weren't sure to the extent of that care. More specifically, you weren't sure if he loved you or not.

That was fair to you. You weren't sure if you loved him yet, either. You cared about him; very very deeply. But love? You hadn't ever loved someone before. And from the brief insights he gave to you into his past, you were at least decently certain that he wasn't big on the L word much anymore either. It had scorned him before. It made him make messy, irreversible mistakes. You understood this. You accepted it. Although a lot of other people didn't see as such, Vader was still human under that mask and armor. A human that was just deeply hurt.

You understood that too. Being hurt. Your parents were never neglectful of you in the traditional sense of the word, but they still made you hurt. But he didn't.

And was that love to you? And to him? You didn't know. You didn't want to push him by asking him, either. You wanted it to be natural, if it was. You wanted the confession of love to be perfect, and come right when it needed to happen.

But yet, as you were snuggled up in the comforting sheets of your childhood bedroom, gazing out at the stars through your window with the dull, gentle roar of the lingering party downstairs, you couldn't help but wonder; when will that be?

And why were you so impatient to hear it?

~~~

The next morning hit you like a ton of bricks. As did the very rude and unexpected alarm clock that woke you.

Suddenly, and without warning very early in the morning, a flurry of knocks rang out from outside of your doors, making you awaken with a start. Upon hearing the rapidity of the knocks you knew immediately that it was important as you shot up, grumbling out a loud "coming!" as you pushed the blankets off. A shudder trickled down your body as you were greeted with the cold air of the morning, as well as the cool tile hitting against your bare feet. Rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, you padded quickly over to the doors. Through the bleariness of sleep, you opened up to whoever was on the other side, your eyebrows raising in surprise when you were met with the family deep, rich pool of black.

"Vee?" you asked, leaning against the doorframe as you let more of your grogginess wash away from you.

"(Y/N)," your fiancé responded, his mask pointed down to your smaller frame, "I apologize for waking you."

"No, no, it's alright." you said, "Is everything okay?"

"I am afraid that we must depart immediately."

Your brow furrowed again, only this time in confusion. The leftover fog of sleep quietly slipping away, your attention was now fully on the man in front of you as you crossed your arms.

"Like," you responded, "we have to leave?"

"Yes."

You felt a twinge in the base of your stomach at his conformation. Leave? Now? It felt like you only just got here. Hell, you did only just get here. You didn't wanna go back to the Executor this sudden. This had been the first time you had breathed non-artificial atmosphere and felt the warmth of a star on your skin in months. You weren't ready to give up such a thing so suddenly. Along with that, you felt more connected to your fiancé than ever before. You could tell the two of you were close now. You and him had made such good progress. What could possibly be so important as to draw that to such a blinding, screeching halt?

"My master says that he is in need of my aid." your fiancé continued on, sensing your confusion without you even having to say anything.

You rolled your eyes, breathing a big sigh in and out through your nose, "Are you sure we have to go now? It's just... We were having so much fun, and... yknow."

Your fiancé lifted up one of his large, leather-bound hands, giving your tricep a reassuring caress as he spoke, "Your distaste is understandable, (Y/N). I too share the same sentiments. But there is nothing that can be done. I cannot disobey."

You glanced up at his mask without a word, none of the ones that came to your mind seeming like the right ones to say. You just felt so utterly disappointed about it all. You wanted to be happy, at least somewhat compliant for Vader. Just so he didn't have the added stress of managing your emotions as well as dealing with his master. But you couldn't. All you could do was drop your eyes to the floor, giving him a gentle nod in response.

Seemingly displeased by this, the dark lord allowed his hand on your arm to wander upwards. Quickly, his hand found its way to the underside of your jaw. As if you were made of the thinnest of glass, the sith cradled your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, gently guiding you to look up into his mask again, feeling the heat that radiated off of your cheeks as he did so.

"Do not fret, (Y/N)," he said, "We shall return here in due time. I give you my word... darling."

Try as you might, you could not hide the smile that crept across your lips.

~~~

Something wasn't right. You could feel it the moment you stepped foot on the executor. Hell, you even had its ghost over your shoulder as you said goodbye to your parents.

The trip back to the Empirical vessel was fine. Nothing of note happened; you said your goodbyes, boarded the shuttle, then left. No drama. No "really? so soon?". Nothing. You noticed that your fiancé was much quieter than normal on the voyage, but you just summed it up to his nerves about whatever his master wanted from him. You didn't blame him. If you were in his shoes, you would've probably shat your pants about three times now. A deep part of you wanted to be wrong though. You wanted him to feel the way you felt. You wanted that confirmation that you weren't crazy, that something was off about this whole thing. Did he even realize you felt that way? Did he feel it too, but just didn't let you in on it?

You didn't know. Even though you wanted to know. But out of your own fear of being incorrect, you kept silent.

Perhaps it was just your nerves. Yeah. That had to be it.

Just as quick as your departure was from your home planet, your fiancé was taken away from you. The moment he stepped his large, heavy boot out of that shuttle, he was whisked away by some officer with a datapad. He did give you the courtesy of reassuring you that he would find you when he could before he left, but you were still left saddened. Any chance at explaining your unease to anyone that would listen was violently taken away from you.

Great.

Tired from all the hustle-and-bustle from hopping from a starship to a planet and then back again, you confided yourself into your quarters. Tapping your feet along the familiar long, empty corridor in your corner of the Executor, you found yourself puzzled by the sight that greeted you at the end. Spade wasn't there. Even though it was the evening, and he took his job of watching you during this time quite seriously, he wasn't there.

Odd.

Did he get reassigned? Was he late? These didn't sound like Spade. You knew that he would have at least told you about it beforehand. Perhaps he didn't realize that you were coming back so soon. Vader didn't have time to inform him.

The latter two explanations seemed more feasible. Believable even. But yet, you couldn't ignore that feeling in the bottom of your stomach. The dread that lingered in the cool, dark air of the Executor.

Something wasn't right.

That phrase repeated itself over and over in your mind as you lied in bed, pillow over your face as you tried to force yourself to sleep. Try as hard as you might, but you were wide awake. You were surrounded by familiarity; same sheets, same sleepwear, same pillow, same room. But yet it all seemed wrong. Something was wrong. You knew it; you felt it deep in your bones as you lowered the pillow down to your chest, hugging it close. You couldn't stop thinking of Vader. You didn't know why but you were worried. You were so damned worried about him. Was it just jitters from his sudden assignment? Did you miss him that much? Something you wanted to tell him? Or perhaps; a combination of all three possibilities?

You didn't know. It was frustrating.

You just wanted to go to sleep.

Groaning in frustration, you finally were able to admit to yourself that lying there letting your mind wander wasn't going to help with your problem. You needed a clear head; needed something to take your mind off things. And even though you had walked those halls hundreds of times now, you settled that a walk would be the perfect remedy. Pushing the blankets and pillow off of your body, you stretched your shoulders as you sat up in bed. You didn't even bother to change out of your sleepwear as you slid on your old, ratty shoes; used only when you were in quick need of something on your feet. The cold air meeting your skin, you hugged yourself tightly and rubbed your arms up and down as you stepped to the door of your quarters, punching in the passcode to the keypad to open it.

Stepping through, you did a brief search-around for any sign of life as you felt the door slide shut behind you. Not seeing anyone or hearing anything other than the faint, dull roar of the engines outside, you felt your body relax a little. The coast was clear. There wasn't any danger.

But why had your dread not gone away?

You needed to get rid of it as soon as possible if you wanted somewhat of a decent night's rest. Surely a walk in familiar territory would do just that.

Hugging your arms close to your body, you didn't even realize how far you had walked. Having been so caught up in your own thoughts and worries, your legs seemed to carry you along without your brain even telling them to do so. The only thing that had snapped you out of your trance was the greeting of two long, tall, brilliant flashes of crimson as you rounded the corner, making your legs draw to a halt and your lips part in surprise.

You remembered this place. Those doors. Your fiancé had warned you of them months ago.

Palpatine's meditation chambers.

You looked over both of your shoulders as you stood in front of the doors. You half expected Vader to pop out of nowhere again; to scold you for wandering over here again and then walk you back to your room. Hell, from how long you looked down each end of the corridor, you wanted him to do that. You wanted him there, to tell you that being there was a bad idea. Only because you couldn't help but feel the pull of your curiosity draw you closer to the doors. It made you take a few steps forward, and press your fingertips against the cool, red surface of the doors.

Your mind started to wander again. The emperor spent his free time in there. Planning. Calculating. You couldn't even begin to fathom all the dark, evil secrets that hung in the air beyond those doors. Just how much had they seen? What sort of plans did those four walls lie privy too?

You should have walked away. You knew you should have.

But you just couldn't.

Looking over your shoulder one last time, you made sure the coast was still clear as your hand gently fell to the panel of buttons at the side. With your lips in a thin, tight line, you tried punching in all sorts of button combinations, praying that one of them would be the winning ticket. After many failed attempts, you had finally found the correct one, the sudden swish of the doors vanishing into the walls making you jump. Looking in to the room, your face was suddenly hit with a rush of cold air, making you shiver as you hugged your arms again. Blinking your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, you stepped through, grateful that the doors closing behind you didn't give you another fright.

The room was just like the Emperor was. Cold. Cunning. Dark. Eerie. While you were expecting to find all sorts of lavish, expensive decor and furniture in the room, you found nothing of the sort. Instead, all that was inside was one grey, boring desk, an equally as grey and boring chair, a rug, a single book, and pen rested next to the book. Taking a few baby steps closer, you were able to get a better look at the title of the scripture.

Diary.

No. This was going too far, (Y/N). You knew better than this. You knew better than to snoop. You weren't like this. You respected privacy, even if it belonged to some weird, creepy old man. What in the damned galaxy were you doing? What if Vader found out? What would he say?

All of these passed through your mind. They really and truly did. But deep, deep down inside of you, you knew you had to ignore them. For one voice trumped them all.

This is why you were so uneasy.

You only prayed that you would be able to forgive yourself later as you padded over to the desk and took the diary in your hands.

~~~

Month 5. Day 23.

I find myself mostly pleased with Lord Vader's performance. From the time I met him as a boy, I knew he would preform well. He listens, and listens well. His accident on Mustafar was most fortunate. Weakened, I am able to bend him to my will. As an apprentice should.

However, I also find myself displeased. Though he is now Lord Vader, he still carries many traits of Anakin Skywalker. He yearns for his past life. For connection to fellow man. I sense his nightmares at night. How they plague him. His ambition and hope is most troublesome. While he is effective, he is also reckless because of his discrepancies.

Anakin Skywalker is dead. I made sure of that.

I think it is time to bury him.

~~~

Month 5. Day 30.

One of the many things I have encountered over the years is that as long as the commonwealth have hope, they will cease at nothing. I have found this within Lord Vader as well. Regardless of what happens, he still has hope to return to a previous life. Of undoing what he has done. His vain attempts are laughable. Even the power of the dark side cannot resurrect the dead. If he is to remain my pawn, I must extinguish his hope.

I believe an opportunity has arised to do as such. I have heard rumors from a nearby system that are most interesting.

~~~

Month 6. Day 2.

The rumors are factual. A family in a nearby system has been looking to join the Empire. Along with them, they carry an heir. (Y/N) (L/N). (Y/N) is similar in age to Lord Vader. They are abrasive and rash, but also thoughtful and kind. Strong-willed. Clever. Compassionate.

I believe they will be a perfect match for Lord Vader.

~~~

Month 7. Day 17.

Lord Vader is growing accustomed to (Y/N). I sense what is inside of him when they are around. It is the same as when that Naboo senator was near. Yet he is weary. I sense his fear when they part.

No matter. It will only be a short while.

~~~

Month 8. Day 9.

(Y/N) is falling in to line. When I spoke with them today, I sensed great longing for my apprentice whilst he was away. The way they looked whilst I sowed the seeds of Lord Vader's own feelings told me all of which I needed to know.

Just a little longer now. Perhaps they need a push in the right direction.

~~~

Month 8. Day 12.

Even whilst away, I feel the tremors through the force. My apprentice has feelings for (Y/N). Just as I suspected he would. Their presence in the force is weak, but I sense (Y/N) feels the same. A change of scenery has done them well.

It is time to put the second phase into motion.

~~~

Month 8. Day 13.

Lord Vader will return to the Executor along with (Y/N) before evening. It was hard to find something for him to be occupied with, but he is reliable. He will not disobey a direct order.

It is a pity that I will have to do away with (Y/N). They would have been a good asset, if they were sensitive to the force. Regardless, they know too much now. They are now a threat to all I have built. Within my empire, and within my apprentice. The sparks of his hope of companionship will die alongside (Y/N). Tomorrow evening is when I will give the command. In pity for (Y/N), I have allowed it to be quick and painless. They were the most expendable, after all.

Tomorrow is when my apprentice will be complete. And everything I have built will be stable.

If only I could celebrate without drawing attention.

~~~

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