#Yandere Star Wars

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Anakin who’s fallen for a senator reader , the only problem is that she’s in an arranged marriage to someone else !! 😲 love to hear your thoughts and I hope your doing ok 

Oh boy, this is going to be so problematic.... GIF may be Clone Wars, but this is just in general. Him and Padmé aren't together in this concept.

Yandere! Anakin Skywalker with Senator! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Assassination, Anakin screws up politics/probably starts a war because he loves you too much, Dubious relationship.

You first met Anakin when he was assigned as your personal protector by the Jedi Council.

Naturally, as a Senator, you'd need protection from potential assassinations.

Any government has its corruption, so you'd need some sort of extra protection.

Especially due to your arranged marriage to create good political ties between two planets.

You're a human Senator that was selected to marry another for the sake of keeping up peace.

Not everyone is on board with such a marriage, and due to your influence in the Senate, people naturally want you dead.

Which leads to Anakin being sent to guard you.

At first, Anakin may not care about your arranged marriage.

But the longer he's around you... He feels increasingly envious.

It takes time, your arranged marriage doesn't actually occur until months after you have Anakin as your personal guard.

Relationships and personal connections are banned within the Jedi Order.

So, Anakin having feelings for you is immediately wrong.

Not only that, but you're set to marry someone else.

Which is even more wrong.

Safe to say, you are someone Anakin can't have.

Or... shouldn't have... even if he wants that.

By this point, Anakin is still mostly devoted to the Jedi Order.

He knows while his feelings are normal... He can't act on them.

He's a guard, staying beside you to prevent assassination attempts or Sith attacks.

Despite this... You two share conversation often.

How could you not? Your guard is with you all the time.

You often chat while you read in the libraries or do your usual tasks.

Both of you are bound by duty, might as well make the most of it.

Naturally the conversation is about duty... which leads into your arranged marriage.

Anakin can't help but bring it up.

He's drawn to the conversation topic, often asking if you're happy about it and if you're nervous.

You humor him by answering questions, not expecting much from it.

Not like he as a Jedi can do anything about it except protect you.

Your responses are often off-handed as you're invested in some book or meeting material.

There's a couple times you meet your betrothed, usually for political matters.

He's a decent man, most likely a human like you to be able to produce children.

Each meeting you have with your betrothed makes Anakin seethe.

The Jedi can't believe he's glaring at your fiancé with so much hate.

He shouldn't have such feelings of envy.

However... Anakin has always been an individual controlled by emotion.

Why else do you think he becomes a Sith?

He feels your marriage is forced, regardless of if you like the guy or not.

He wants you safe and happy.

Something Anakin feels he could do for you.

Anakin wishes you two could both run away from your responsibilities.

Unfortunately, you're very attentive to your duty as a Senator.

Even if Anakin admitted how he feels, you'd turn him down.

He's your guard, that is all...

He hates it.

Like the Sith, this whole situation fills him with hate.

Anakin would most likely try to manipulate you into giving in and running from him.

Yet, if you're not interested in him, then he might have to resort to other means.

I can't tell if this is too OOC or not, but imagine if an assassination was planned against your betrothed.

Anakin knows he should probably tell someone or prevent it (if he himself didn't orchestrate it)... but what if he's selfish enough to not?

What if Anakin allows the assassination of your betrothed to occur?

He'd never let an assassin near you.

But your betrothed? He could care less.

You may be devastated, yet Anakin stays stoic.

He pretends he isn't elated that your betrothed is dead.

Instead, he says it isn't safe anymore... you need to go into hiding.

Yes, Anakin could care less about the political issues any of this causes.

It's even worse if Anakin somehow helped in it and now two sides blame one another.

Insert possible war here.

All Anakin cares about is taking advantage of the situation.

It's selfish, it's so damn selfish, but for now he has you all to himself?

While you're in hiding... He just has to convince you to love him....

Surely you'll fall for him since he's protecting you?

He's careful with it, trying to be subtle and make you fall for him on your own.

He's desperate....

If you're concerned about him in the Order... things can be secret!

That... or maybe he'll just leave?

I would say this feels OOC... but considering what Anakin does in the future... It's not too far-fetched?

Overall, Anakin would try to suffocate his feelings due to the duty of both of you.

Yet the moment he gets the chance to act on them, murder or not...?

He'll take that chance in a heartbeat.

[yandere-wishes]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡Acolyte⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

𐙚Yandere! Qimir/The Master x Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plot: Your loneliness is suffocating, engulfing. Qimir is the only one who seems to subdue the pain. But every forbidden fruit has its price.

⁀➷Warnings: Yandere behavior, gore, angst (at the end), author having an anxiety attack over this fic  

🪐Note: Why is the longest thing I've ever written for a fandom that barely exists? Anyway, here's the long-awaited Qimir piece!

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ : Disturbia - Rihanna, Dark Vacay & Motion Picture Soundtrack - CAS

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆🍓⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Your master's anger is tangible. You harbour it stubbornly on your tongue. Relishing in the frustration. You aren't sure how many times you've cut out your soul to place at a master's feet. Gnawing on perfect lips to keep quiet during another scolding. Your new master's disappointment reverberates through the room. Thick and oozing like an infected wound.

You messed up again.

"We do not injure other padawans during training. We do not lash out and attack, especially when your training partner has fallen. How have you trained for so long without comprehending these basics?"

The rage that boils inside you is not Jedi in nature. It's something else, a bizarre second, something ancient, ghoulish. An all-consuming fire that burns inside your veins. It shouldn't feel so welcoming, so familiar.

You roll your eyes.

"With all due respect master. How is one to win, if they do not strick when given the opportunity? That too should be a basic notion, no?"

You see the anger snake across your master's face. A defeated, disgruntled, glance that you've become a bit too acquainted with. This is the look that all your previous masters give you. And yet none have yet to master its eeriness quite as well as your first master. Master Sol.

Your master sighs, a piercing noise, deflating every ounce of his willpower. You are exhausting to be around, his annoyance is becoming discernible. "Master Sol is coming by the temple to check your...progress. He's requested a few items to take back with him. Please go fetch them from the apothecary."

Progress is a gentle word and Jedi love using gentle words. It's easier to say than the full truth. Sugar-coated things always taste better.

But the sugar refuses to stick to you.

It burns away in your bitterness.

Coruscant is a distant memory, it was never your home to begin with. But the high bustling volume is something that is hard to forget. Here things are quiet, you slip through the bazaar undetected. Small basket clutched tightly. You wonder what's dragging your former master halfway across the galaxy. You wonder if it's really just to see you.

You gaze blankly at the holographic list. A few rare herbs and some medical roots. This planet grows them in abundance, and the local apothecary carries more than its fair share.

The apothecary is an old, disheveled thing. The older Jedi say that its presence is as old as the temple itself. Odd how some things have a will of iron. You gently rap at the worn metal door, waiting for an invitation to enter. The hinges cry as the door opens ever so slightly. You squeeze in, surveying the cluttered den. Careful to avoid the half-empty bottles and neon puddles scattered across the floor.

"Excuse me" your voice holds an urgent annoyance. Where is the pharmacist? What kind of store owner abandons their shop in the midday? You run your fingers across the strange bottles, letting your nails pick at the murky glass. The colors flash, begging to be freed, strange space pinks, and summer oranges all trapped inside square prisons. Baby poisons dying to taste the world, burning it if they must, but experiencing it nonetheless, tasting their own form of freedom. Funny, they almost remind you of yourself.

Trapped and fatal.

"Hello?", the voice behind you is languid, dozy. Mirroring a late afternoon nap. When the man next speaks you notice a lyrical lint "What brings you here little lady?". You turn to see it, the voice, or rather the man harboring the voice. He's loosely robed and shaggy in the way that only the most spirited vagabonds are. He smiles tenderly upon seeing your face, strange red fruit caught between his teeth. "I um...I" you click your tongue anxiously against the roof of your mouth. Feeling around for those pesky words, in the end, you just shove the hologram holder forward, hoping he'll understand.

"Oh, I see, out here doing some chores?" You nod, mind preoccupied with the otherwordly fruit. "what's that?" you ask, schoolgirl curiosity lacing your voice. "What, this?" he asks holding the freckled thing between his fingers, it's only in the mild light that you notice the shimmering gold scattered across its red skin. The stranger laughs, walking closer, he places the hologram base on the black table, clicking it on as he studies the list. "They're called strawberries. They're from the forest planets, not many grow here in the mid-rims." He's nimble as he packs the herbs and roots, fumbling with the straw ties. "care for a bite" he asks, handing you the bitten fruit.

Hesitantly you bite.

Letting the sweetness erupt on your tongue.

"Thank you" you mumble trying not to moan at the foreign taste. The stranger laughs, it's a cheery noise like birds chirping in first bloom tress. "you're a Jedi, aren't you?" he asks stepping around the table, eyebrows furrowed, caught in a dream he doesn't seem to understand. You choke on the rogue static as he steps closer, eyes half-lidded dreaming of nothing. "Here..."

"Wha-" your voice catches in your throat, it's getting harder to breathe.

"Your supplies" He hands you the brown paper bag, motion a little too phlegmatic to be right.

"Oh, right...thanks" You anxiously shove the bag into your basket and scurry out of the shop. Holding your breath.

"Come back soon." the voice chirps behind you.

Your old master arrives by spaceship, a newer, albeit worn model. The landing pad ejects to reveal a small escort.

Master,

Knight,

Padwan,

Apostate,

You stand still watching as they descend. Bits of envy bubble in your throat watching your former master and his band of little heroes. You wish you had their belonging. Forgoing the loneliness to find kinsmanship with your coterie. You swallow down the bitter thoughts as they finally approach you.

Master Sol's smile reaches his eyes. Gentle and wise. The true epidemy of a Jedi in every sense of the word. Funny how he now has two failures under his belt. None of which are capable of scratching his shining repute.

His hands are on your shoulders, bright smile. "My padawan, it's been too long." You try to bow, awkwardly and stiffly. "Mater Sol, I'm grateful you've come to asses my progress". If he hears your doubt he doesn't show it. Instead, he reintroduces you to Yord, Jacki, Osha.

You try to be polite. Gulp down the awkwardness

You imagine the taste of strawberries on your tongue.

Remember their stiff sweetness and prickly tasteless freckles.

You smile. Easier this time.

They'll stay here for some time. Hunting assassins and documenting progress in their free time. Jacki seems more invested in your training than you are, trying to teach you everything she knows. At least she doesn't mind the rough play, the violent strikes, and sloppy prideful defenses. She speaks in pointers and parries. She's the one to drag you along these assassin hunts. Welcoming you...or at least trying to.

But there is something else at play. Darker, broader, Sol and Jecki welcome you into the fray. Yet you still feel your old master's hesitance, he's still wary of you. Worried about your anger, your defiance.

The distance grows, some icy void.

Sol used to tell you fairytales. This was back when you'd been young and bright-eyed. Freshly welcomed into the order and still overflowing with artless hope for a colorful future.

But even back then, he had known there was something wrong with you.

Looking back it was evident.

Every story started and ended the same. Little princess against the big bad world. Holding out until her prince came along. Only problem was the morals never registered right in your little messed-up brain.

Why didn't the princess fall for the dragon, the wolf, the tyrant king with a crown of bones? Why didn't she swoon and sigh over someone rousing, compelling? A paradox wrapped in black ember? Why settle for a sun-painted prince, with no complexities, no mysteries to unravel?

You would have married the dragon, or the wolf, or the tyrant king with a crown of bones.

Even back then, it was evident something was wrong.

The temple's roof isn't restricted per se.

It's rather abandoned as opposed to forbidden.

Maybe that's why you find solace here. The abandonment feels familiar, similar. The chipped cement kisses the soles of your feet, you imagine it's something like walking upon the rough terrain of a star.

You breathe in the night air deeply.

Expecting the fragile scents of moonshine and star glitter.

Instead, you choke on heavy mist and blood-drenched air.

The thing standing in front of you isn't human. It can't be human. It's created from the blackness, ebony in all the ways a living thing shouldn't be. For a second you think you're staring at a black hole. No doubt this creature crawled out of one.

What sheer willpower one must need to drag themselves out of endless nothingness?

"Little Jedi should not brave the night alone."

It speaks

"There are far too many monsters roaming in the dark"

Its face never moves, statue in all the ways the figures towering over the entrance aren't. This statue is something else, a lost page to some forgotten epic. Carved from gems born in darkness. Evil and rotten.

"What are you?" your voice susurrate, quivering in this surreal scene. The air is thicker now, overflowing with raw static.

Your fingers itch for your saber. Only when the cold metal kisses your palm do you regain some semblance of reality.

The hiss, the green light.

The figure chuckles.

Its voice bouncing from every direction. Everywhere all at once. When it speaks the air cackles, raining as if it were a frightened child.

"I am something akin to you, another child of the force" His voice comes out distorted, uneven in tone. "I am what's birthed when one learns of the true strength of the force."

Your body moves on its own, feet kicking the ground sprinting faster and faster before the final leap. You aim for the helmet, for the morbid toothy grin permanently etched within steel. In a flash the word stills, floating around you like fluorescent bubbles, the rain tumbles around you, curving and diving for the wet ground. It dares not land on something within his grasp.

You feel the slithering across your body. They start from the ground, summed from the unknown depths. Clinging firmly to your ankles before inching up your knees, your hips, your neck.

long, slipper tendrils curling around your body. The figure watches, bare arm outstretched. You should probably be focused on how the unseen things are inching closer to your mouth. Not on the toned muscles and limber fingers of the monster. Not on how, for a fraction of a heartbeat, his smile appears genuine, caring, aimed straight at you.

Only You

They finally reach your lips, prying your teeth ajar and flooding your mouth. Sinking deeper and deeper into your soul, your mind, you.

The smile grows.

In a blink you're suspended in the space between worlds, dark damning thing cradling your body.

"The dark side once belonged to the Jedi, yet they chose to discard it. Deeming it malignant, ungovernable."

Your weightlessness unnerves you. You're malleable in this void.

"Those few who embraced its calling were dubbed Sith." He says the word with such fervent pride. Devoted to it's weight and all it carries. You try to roll the word off your own tongue only for it to burn the roof of your mouth.

The stranger stalks closer, lethal and lithe.

The void vibrates, the darkness bends to his will.

He reaches down to cup your face. His fingers feel warm, welcoming. You nuzzle into his palm, fighting the urge to kiss each finger and suck on the dark force they emit. "You..." he starts, his voice shakes you to the core. Its horror amplifies with the proximity. You wonder if it'll cut through steel, armor, flesh.

your flesh.

"You aren't like the other temple dwellers. You have potential."

His thumb presses your lower lip, demanding entrancing. You comply, needing to feel something solid.

Something you've been denied your whole life.

"They keep you locked away. Trading you between craven masters. Seeing who can tame you first."

He nicks his thumb on your teeth,

Pressing bone into dentin.

His essence drips into you.

He tastes of power.

Of dark, dreadful things you can not name.

"They do not know how to train you. How to use your power..."

The world crumbles, ebony midnights giving way to reality. You feel yourself fall, plunging through the air like a comet bent on destruction.

"They only break you further"

Your knees collide with the harsh ground. Skin splintering in the aftermath giving way to bruises and bloodmarks.

The ground feels too solid beneath you.

A poly, a ruse.

You all but expect to melt through it. Slipping and falling into the vacuum, into him, once more.

He hovers above. Absolute in his strength. You're beginning to believe that blackholes birth divinity. Eyes shimmering with fanatic fidelity, staring up at the holy creature commanding the storm.

"Teach me..."

You've never begged for anything so terribly in your life.

But you need this.

this power

this control.

him.

Sol never told just how the princess met the villain.

He never said it wasn't love at first fright.

Sol insists that the local apothecary knows the truth behind the Jedi-killer. Definite that the unseemly man can tell you something important. He sends Osha inside to play Mea. To get the man to talk.

You crowd around the communicator urging back giggles. Yord's chin is placed upon your shoulder and Jecki's cheek rests against yours. Their touches come so early. And yet they are utterly alien.

"He will be so pleased." No sooner have the words chime from the corroded speakers that Sol is ushering you all towards the small metal hut.

Yord entwines his fingers with you as he runs.

Jacki wraps around your arm.

You feel at times they are trying to tame you.

Befriend the feral puppy they found in the backyard.

The apothecary's face is utterly stunned. He's stammering over his words fear glistening in his eyes as he stares at Sol. "Please, please don't wipe my memories. Or whatever it is you Jedi do." A rosy blush colors your cheeks, at his terror. It's terribly amusing seeing someone so carless, anxiously list off everything he knows. You almost feel bad for the poor scared man.

There isn't anything important here. But Sol decides that you will all return at midnight. The Jedi-killer will be back. Apparently, Qimir -that's his name, that the strawberry-eating, disheveled pharmacist's name- is holding something of value for her.

There's a tug on your wrist as you go to follow the others. Gentle and firm as he pulls you to his chest. "Come by tonight. I'll have some strawberries waiting for you." why does he feel too genuine? When you turn to look at him, he's painted in his usual sweet carefree smile that tugs at your heart.

He looks so innocent...

Starlight really brings out his eyes. He's laughing with a nervous smile,

School-boy crush on full display. You're licking strawberry juice from your hands as you listen to him talk. Backs pressed against the rusty wall and bodies half sprawled in the dirt. He's telling you about the first time the Hutts made him retrieve a plushie for their son from another solar system.

Qimir's voice feels like rose peddles melting into your skin. Sweet, jejeune, free. You offer him a berry from your pile. Watching tentatively as he submerges the red fruit into his mouth. Missing your fingers by an inch. He's laughing after the fact, head thrown back as if he's about to engulf the stars. You decide to laugh too.  

"Are you really that lonely," he says in a voice that's almost not his own. You're not expecting the invasive question, although you guess he means well. The words still cut deep. Piercing through the laughter, stunning you for a breath too long. "No...I'm a Jedi, we do not-"

"Form personal connection. I know...But you just look so lonely." He shuffles closer, the dirt particles almost look celestial in this light. Your fingers pitch a civil war. Pinching and clawing at each other. "No, yes. I don't really get along with the others." He rolls his eyes, bored and amused in the same breath. "Yeah, no wonder your money." He's picking at another strawberry, letting the crunch fill up the silence. You're beginning to think he just likes having something to chew on. Gulping down the anxiety with something toothsome.

He's a little closer now, fingers gingerly tucking back your hair. His fingerprints reverberate across the shell of your ear. Lips gliding against yours. You swallow as his lips fall across yours, pushing sweet stars past parted lips. He tastes of odd things, whimsy things. Everything you'll never come to understand. Xeno fruits and asteroid fields. His fingers glide up your arms, leaving moondust in their wake. He slowly parts, holding you softly with his soulful dark eyes

"You taste so sweet"

Strawberry, Starberry, You kiss him a little too deeply.

Maybe your new master is right.

Maybe there are other ways of being a Jedi.

The movie playing is doused in shades of rose and lilac. Gentle in all the ways. Everyway. The twi'lek girl is in love with the zabrak boy and their families do not approve. You think you remember Sol telling you a similar tale.  

The makeshift auditorium is cozy. Brown couch housing the three of you and your armada of blankets and popcorn buckets. Jacki's head is in your lap, you're playing with the end of her braid imagining the hair to be the lace of a Love-sick girl's ballgown. Yord's arm traverses the length of your arm, absentminded as he studies the motion picture, poking holes in the lose rose-tainted plot. Your head rests against his broad shoulder taking in his new cologne.

Maybe you really did miss them.

Jacki reaches for the popcorn, offering you some before shoving a handful into her mouth. You think the little symmetry-less kernels would taste better with a strawberry glaze. Qimir flashes across your mind, smiling sweetly as he tilts his head.

You think you're a little too similar to the star on screen.

Pinning after forbidden love,

Forbidden power.

Master Sol is growing acutely aware of your drastic improvements. He's noticed the betterment in your offense, your defense. To the way, you wield your saber, your techniques, and yourself. There is esteem in the way he smiles. In the words of praise, you've longed to hear. But you notice the lingering glances, the undertone of skepticism and worry when he asks about practice. He doesn't need to know of the black-glad creature that trains you in the unholy hours.

He doesn't need to know how beautifully your new master sculpts your rage into lessons. Teaching you how to wrangle the force and control it. How to use it to make the world bow.

These things will remain secret. For you fear Sol and the others will strip them of you. Strip them of the new master you've come to worship.

"Do you think people glow when they fall in love?" Jacki's voice is filled with sleep. Eyes closed as she murmurs remnants of movie memory. "No, I don't believe they do" you answer. "too...bad" There was a yawn there darling and vigorous like the rests of her. She looks so sweet like this, infantile in all the ways she can't be. Little girl dreaming of something impossible. You wonder if Sol's told her the fairytales too. You kiss the crown of her head, your baby sister you think. And big brother Yord, snoring with his head thrown back.

Maybe you should test her theory. rising softly from the couch you make your way to the door. Throwing one final glance at your sleeping siblings. Before going to find Qimir.

His lips ghost over yours, spilling star-clad secrets between each kiss. The apothecary has never been so dark, so secret, so secluded. Qimir's lips glided across your neck biting the flesh and licking the little diamond droplets of blood. Your nails rack across his spine, the wool of his throw-over itching the backs of your hands. "So precious" he mumbles, voice ridden with want, need. it's criminal how desperately he needs to feel you. You writhe under him, "Qimir, kiss." you whine. His lips feel like a lifeline, something keeping you sain. He pushes fireflies and lava pearls inside you, carving you open and enjoying you

He always enjoys you.

It's foggy outside when his tongue clashes against yours. A thick unsettling mist banging against the darkened window. "You're custom-made for me" Qimir mumbles against your lips. "Custome tailored" you boldly correct. "ummm, sure" his hands pinch at your hips, clawing mindlessly and leaving tails to your thighs. But the sensations are growing distant, you hear the heavy hum of saber activation. You psyche cracks

The world is dark,

He alone is absolute.

Your master's mask flashes dangerously across your mind. "Master Sol would be disappointed". You've heard that line a million times. Still, the words cut a little too deep coming from your demiurger. "Gullible" you don't understand, what have you done to earn his rage? He's gone, leaving you in the emptiness, you taste the charcoal from the landscape under your tongue.

Still, you long to call after him.

"Master"

The darkness subsides with the feeling of softness across your muscles. A breeze stirs you from the clutches of slumber. "Good morning" Qimir chirps, soft smile greeting you as you open your eyes. "Qimir, when did I?" he laughs, it's such a pretty sound this early in the morning. Sweet like caramel tea. He kisses your forehead. His quietude is commendable, he tries to calm you with feather-light kisses. You laugh pushing the covers away and still. Frozen.

What's this

The nightgown is lacy and short. It drapes expensively against your skin. Marring it with its tenderness. "Qimir, what's this!" he chuckles, "I couldn't let you sleep in those robes, they looked uncomfortable." You want to argue, to scream, and be angry. But the rage boils down slowly as you notice something dangling around your wrist. A bangle, and an anklet you notice later, black and gold entwined in patterns mirroring lighting stricks. "They're from Korriban, I had some relatives there." oh, why does that planet sound so familiar? "Thanks, but ask me next time before you go playing dress-up doll with my sleeping body" He pouts and can't help but trail a string of mouthy kisses across his neck. Qimir shuffles pulling you onto his lap. Pushing his nose under your chin. His eyes are honey-deo, adoring and scheming. "But you're mine." The possessive ness that flesh across his face is alarming. So is how tightly he grips your waist. It's only in this state of half-undressed that you begin to notice the taut muscles of his arms.

During your most recent lesson, your master gifts you a ripe juicy strawberry. He says it'll focus you, replenish your wither strength. You eat it a little too quickly, forgetting to savor the pink blush within. You believe too ferociously in everything your master says.

He can never be wrong.

You love the way your new master splatters blood across your sleeves. Be it yours or his enemies. He's started taking you out on his kills, having you watch as he hacks and mauls. His enemies must die, no one who doubts such marvels should be granted the privilege of life.

He's only ever spoken in half-riddles.

"Unfortunately legacy is a fickle thing. Tenacious, fervent, yet frail and erratic. No matter how hematological, we all read our bones differently."

The rain falls to your ragged heartbeat. Fast one minute and slow the next. You stick out your tongue desperate for a few drops. Your body is on fire, every muscle pushed to its limit. But the Force is screaming inside you, thumping dangerously between your fingers. You're ready for the next round. Saber ready and only half mesmerized as your master pulls out another blood-red saber. You charge, rage pumping deliciously through your body.

You forget to ask him where he got the berry from.

The next Jedi to die will be Kelnacca. That's why Sol is dragging all of you to the forest planet of Khofar. You think the name is utterly hilarious, the others don't understand the mirth.

Between briefings and Jacki and Yords packing quarrels. You sneak out to say goodbye to Qimir. Scribbling a half eligible not to leave for your master. But the apothecary is deserted upon your arrival, only a taped note on a half-full mortar.

'Gone to get more Strawberries.

Be back soon.'

You wonder if Khofar has strawberries.

Strawberry, Starberry, you're falling between the cracks of so many.

The Sun on Khofar is red, barely breaching the thick canopy. Maybe it's for the best. This scene is not one to remember, but how can you make yourself forget?

Death looms.

Permanent, Eternal

The fighting began in twilight.

The sky has grown two shades darker since.

He had floated in from the high reaches. You'd almost called out to him, 'master', the words die bitterly on your tongue. His saber ignites in the carnage, light growing redder after each kill. The bodies fall haphazardly stirring the quiet night.

Your saber falls onto the woodchip ground. No sound. He has followed you here. Yet it is not you, he seeks. Your master mask is haunting, in the dark the silver mouth glows bright white. Even against a massacre

the smile never relents.

He twirls the red saber with lethal accuracy, red arc severing another life. 'Take the right!' Jacki screams through the force, her eager voice bouncing inside your cranium. 'Don't' you scream but she's already attacked.

Saber sings saber.

Golden light flickers.

Forward. Backward. Lunge. Parry. Flunge.

Just like you practiced. Back in the quiet of the training room. Is it too late to return to the matted ground and wooden swords? Too late for safe comfort?

You won't take it for granted this time you swear.

Your master attacks with vicious zeal, cutting through the light. His black robes bleeding into the night. Jacki, scurries backward, trying to block with every ounce of strength. In one swift move, she spins freeing herself and assaulting his head with the metal of her weapon.

The mask clutters to the ground.

You scream.

He looks every bit the villain here. Blood drenched, water drenched. Smiling like the wolf in a child's picture book. Qimir's face stares back at you, hair matted to his forehead. He's panting, spent. You've never seen him toil. Dreaming him incapable of harm.

Yet he stands above the corpses. Wolf's teeth bared as he slices through the little girl.

It's been years since Master Sol tucked you into bed. Years since he's read you a story and listened to your baseless questions about romances.

You've finally gotten your answer. Painted in a shade of red indistinguishable from black.

Because the villain is too vile to be loved.

You run, catching the limp corpse before it joins the rest, you cradle her close. Tears landing on the orange of her face. There are no strawberry romances here. No sweet forbidden fruits. Just pain, hollow, empty, rotten. "Jacki" your voice muffles into her robes, rain-soaked, tear-soaked.

"Was that its name?" his voice doesn't sound right. No cheerful hellos or drowsy laughs. It's all menacing now, grating and hollow lilt. "Qimir" you wail, sob half caught in your throat. "It can't be you." He shakes his head, smile crooked and maniacal. "I'm afraid so, little one." The force pushed you up, pulling you to him. Qimirs head tilts, his fingers dancing around your throat. Squeezing squeezing squzing. Your glossy eyes take in his unruly appearance. Even now your master looks utterly perfect. Muscles relaxed as he steals your breath. "Master" you whine, your heart shouldn't be hammering like this, leaping through beats like something lovesick.

"(Y/n)" golden light fills the clearing. Yord runs, Prince Charming in every way you should have loved.

Qimir releases you, only to nestle your neck in the crook of his arm. "Don't worry darling. I'm almost done." He blocks the first attack.

Second, third. Yord scrambles to pull you away, missing each time. "Let her go" The urgency in his voice rattles you. He did love you.

Little sister, little princess.

Why is only starting to make sense now?

There's a crack, so loud it echoes across the woods.

"NO"

Yord's body joins the rest.

no no no

"Where were we?" Qimir is every bit the villain.

The dragon, the wolf, the tyrant king with a crown of bones.

"You lied to me, you killed them. Why, why would you do this."

"Because the Jedi say I can not exist." Sith, right those things were supposed to be evil. Hailing from Koriiban, the evil Jedi forced to flee. And here you were having so readily given yourself to the enemy.

The blood flows free in the rain. Dozens of bodies drained.

There's a river of blood. You kneel by the holy thing, dipping your cupped hands into the crimson. You drink deeply from the massacre thinking it'll taste sweet. Qimir pulls you in holding your throat as he submerges you.

Baptized in blood

The world flashes red.

It feels so free here. Floating weightless, letting everything be. The rage can not find you in these depths. Free like an adrift astromech. Free to float amongst the stars.

When you emerge again. The world has grown brighter. You see the wide-eyed bodies, even Sol is among the dead, you swear you see disappointment in his lifeless orbs. You gulp, swallowing the euphoric faint. You see your new master before you. Swimming to him carefully, following the gentle tug of the force. Prey meets predator. Qimir chuckles, the water is shallow by the banks. He sits awaiting, on his makeshift throne.

There is no sympathy here you should know better

"You took adorable" Qimir rasps. Hot breath fanning your ear. "Master Qimir" you mumble shifting as he pulls you onto his lap. He laughs this is submission, a breath away from grasping his desire. He cups your cheeks, drifting his hands to your shoulders. Pulling you closer, bodies melting into one.

His kisses still taste like strawberries. Sweet and metallic. All possession and domination. Biting lips and tongue and flesh. Spilling fresh poison with each snip of your neck. He licks the blood from your fingers with feral pleasure. Swirling his tongue around each digit and pulling it further down his hungry mouth. You swallow the darkness from his tongue, letting him snuff out the little embers of light. The stars are burning away bit by bit. He pushes you under again.

Mornings on Khofar are dark, caught in a perpetual twilight. Qimir wraps his robes around you letting the midnight sink into your bones. "The ships a bit of a walk. But we should be there before noon." You paddle after him. Fingers lashing awkwardly at his hand. He turns and offers you that tilted smile once more, mask bouncing in his free hand.

"Master qimir" you confess, it feels so light on your tongue. Like clutching dying white-dwarf-stars behind your teeth. He chuckles, snapping a berry from a nearby bush. His smile sings of triumph, victory, earned in blood. He places the fruit amongst your teeth. You, his little war prize.

"My little acolyte"

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[littlest-dark-age]

Obsessed!Luke who always knows where you are due to him reaching out to you with the force. It brings him a sense of peace to know where you are, and being able to tell if you're in distress or not. He will gladly use his training to keep a tab on you.

Obsessed!Luke not knowing why you have such control over him but you do. He'd get on his knees and crawl across the hot sands of tatooine, swim through the swamps of dagobah if you so much as hinted to wanting it. Luke will come to you with decisions that have no need involving you but he'd never wish to do something that you don't agree with.

Obsessed!Luke telling you of his parentage and what he's had to do because of it to get a glimpse of pity. He doesn't care if it makes him look weak, the way you coo over him with care after hearing what he did. How strong he is and how much courage that had to have taken. He'll play it up, tears welling in his precious eyes when he mentions his father, just to get a simple kiss on the cheek.

Obsessed!Luke grows anxious when he sees you talking to han for too long, having to insert himself into your conversation. It's not you, oh no, not his dear starlight, it's han. He knows han would steal you away, wanting you all to himself like the selfish man he knows him to be. Luke needs you to live, needs you to survive. You've become his home, how could he go on without you?

[animeyanderelover]

hello! happy new years! thank you as always for the great work! here come my two requests, which are repeats of old ones ive made before

1. Darling is in love with the yanderes, yet when they confess, darling rejects them because of their bad reputation with romance in general (yanderes of your choice)

2. Darling asks yandere to fake date them, and by the time they become obsessed, the darling is already done with whatever they needed (yanderes of your choice)

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, manipulation, stalking

Tags: @flaming-vulpix @iloveeyanderes

Please pretend to date me!

Matsuoka Rin

🦈​You have no choice but to seek him out as you don't know who else you should approach in college with your recent problem. Rin and you attended the same highschool and you dare to think that the both of you are somewhat close. Initially Rin is against the idea, unsure if your plan to fake date him is the right way to solve your problem but ultimately he caves in when you start turning upset and desperate to the point of tears. Both of you set boundaries though as neither of you wants to make the other one too uncomfortable. You manage to successfully fool everyone with the act as Rin is quite convincing with his act and you are just as convincing. It's the first time both of you have spent so much time together and you're somewhat glad for this chance as you secretly always wanted to get to know Rin better but never could because he was so preoccupied with swimming during highschool. Rin feels similar to you. He never realised just how sweet and adorable you are until now and he has already decided that he would like to stay in contact with you even after this act is over. Weirdly enough the thought that this all is going to be over soon has been bothering him more and more recently...

🦈​Just when Rin has started to realise what has been happening to him lately you suddenly announce to him that you have gotten what you wanted and that the both of you don't need to act like a couple anymore. You may as well have just punched him in the gut without any warning, the news having him forget how to breathe for a couple of seconds before he slowly gains a semblance of control again and gives you a nervous smile. That's quite sudden, don't you think? Are you sure that the problem has been solved? Maybe the two of you should pretend for a while longer to be absolutely sure. He wants more time, needs more time, to come up with a plan on how to proceed with his new feelings that have recently bubbled to life yet you cut him off without giving him any chance to work this out. You brush all of his attempts to coax you into giving it more time off though and Rin has in that moment no other choice but to force a grin on his face and let you off the hook, the smile only dropping as soon as you are out of his sight. He knows that this was only a temporary thing from the beginning but you can't just expect him to act like nothing happened after you made him fall in love with you.

🦈​He's not going to kid himself, he knows that what he is feeling is not an ordinary love. It's something that could potentially turn into something really ugly and if possible he would like to avoid using dirtier methods. That's why he has a talk with you alone where he confesses his feelings for you yet once again you shoot him down and make it very clear that you have no interest in him. The wide grin revealing all of his pointed teeth gives you a bad feeling though he merely states that he understands before he leaves you alone there with a bed feeling in your stomach. He doesn't leave you alone from that day on, always next to you as soon as he sees you with a carefree grin on his face whilst a possessive arm is suddenly swung around your body, pressing you closer to him. You have little tolerance for this and soon reprimand him, demanding him to stop acting like the both of you are actually a thing and confusing people around you. Rin only gives you a deceivingly sweet grin before telling you bluntly no. The both of you are a thing. Or would you like him to reveal the truth to the people you had him pretending to be your boyfriend for to bring back the troubles you avoided because of him?

Komaeda Nagito

⚪​From all the students that you could have asked for help you somehow decide to settle for Nagito. He is rather strange and weird yet you have a keen eye and have noticed that he seems to not see himself in the same light as other Ultimates, as undeserving to be in this school and you plan to use that as an advantage as an Ultimate yourself. It is just as you expected and your acting skills only add to this all as you come to him as a damsel in distress and beg of his help, tears swimming in your eyes and your lips wobbly as you tell him that he is the only one who can help you. He agrees swiftly, answering in his own dramatic rambling that an Ultimate like you shouldn't have to despair like this and that he will happily be of asset to you so that you may find your hope again. Deep down Nagito latches on quickly to your idea, willing to be a stepping stone for you to shine even brighter as a bringer of hope. He wants to be useful, wants to help you and deep down a part of him hopes that his help may even lead you to give him appreciation and love, something he secretly craves for.

⚪​As weeks pass by and both of you pretend to be a couple you start getting to know him better and soon you start feeling guilty for the way you previously thought of him. You realise that a lot of his off behavior seems to be a coping mechanism due to his own luck that always beings tragedy with it, his cheerfullness not genuine and his own self-loathing going deeper than you expected it to be. It is this guilt that causes you to be nicer to him, your attempts genuine as you try to understand him better and help him with this cursed luck of his. You couldn't have done a worse thing in that moment. The attention and the care you feed him quickly festers an obsession within Nagito. The way you look at him, talk to him and even gently touch him at times to stop him from talking down on himself soon has him beyond addicted as he swears to be your stepping stone to help you shine as the brightest hope out there. Only you can be the hope he has been wishing for. Only you can be his hope he has been yearning for for so long.

⚪​It's his disturbing obsession that ultimately causes you to quickly cut ties with him as soon as your problem has been solved and initially you fear for the worst when you tell him this, a careful distance between the two of you. You do not expect that calm smile on his face, a blissful look in his eyes as he starts talking about how glad he is that he could be of use to you and that it's alright that you don't want to be with him anymore. He does not demand your love but the only thing he wishes for is for you to keep on using him for your own gain. He'll sacrifice his sleep, his reputation and his health for you as long as he can keep on being useful to you as he goes down on his knees, his hands clasped together as he looks at you with a disturbing amount of reverence that has you running away. Degrade and insult him all you want or even fear him if you want to, it won't stop him following you around and clinging to you like a leech. He's your obedient lap dog who will do even unspeakable crimes for you if he believes it to be in your own good. He will never reach your greatness nor does he think that he is deserving of your love but he shall cherish the little time he got as your boyfriend forever.

Han Solo

You have met enough people to know how to convince someone like Han Solo to agree to your conditions. With the right price, a few compliments to feed into his ego and a tad bit of seduction you have him agreeing to your condition to play along in your little game long enough until you have resolved your problems in which case both of you can go your separate ways then again. You harbor no interest to keep in contact with him after everything is over but you do take your time to get to know him a bit considering that the both of you will have to act like a couple for a certain amount of times. Han Solo does his job though as he flirts with you, hangs around with you and dares to even touch you at times though you quickly let him know that he shouldn't be too handsy with you unless he wants to risk a bruised eye. Sometimes you have a feeling though that the bastard riles you up on purpose simply for the fun of it and that actually proves to be true when he eventually admits that he thinks it's quite cute to see you struggling to hold on to your self-control.

Han Solo has never been the type to see himself settling down or taking a permanent partner. His only partners are Chewbacca and his beloved Millennium Falcon and whilst he does enjoy the company of beautiful people and flirts with them, ultimately for him it is all about the money. That's why it takes him by surprise when he realises that he has started developing actual feelings for you that go beyond his usual light-hearted flirting. He may not show it but Chewbacca definitely notices that something is wrong with his partner and the Wookiee has known his partner long enough to realise what it is that is troubling Han Solo so deeply as he catches him secretly looking at you with almost longing in his eyes though the conflict is just as apparent. Luckily you do not understand his language or otherwise Chewbacca would have blown his secret already as the Wookiee starts teasing Han Solo sometimes about his new crush only for Han to give him a glare before telling his friend to shut up.

When you pay Han for his service and let him know that you are done with what you needed to do he is almost offended with how easily you just drop him off. Sure, this was the plan from the very beginning but have you not learned to appreciate him even a tiny bit during the weeks the two of you were togeher? Apparently not and initially his pride gets in the way as he just marches away, muttering curses as he foolishly assumes that perhaps travelling through space with his Millennium Falcon and entertaining himself on other planets will help him to forget about you. It only takes him a few weeks to return to your planet though with the grim realisation that his attraction has gotten out of hand though he scoffs when you ask him if he has returned for you, playing his feelings down as he merely states that he is free to go wherever you want and that not everything is about you. Needless to say though, it's going to be a new step for him as Han has to learn how to handle his newfound feelings as well as his increasing jealousy when you hang out with other guys. Are you really settling for just any loser?

Fred Weasley & George Weasley

It is quite hard to catch the twins in a moment alone as they are basically together all the damn time. That's why you instantly jump on one of them as soon as you catch him alone, truly not caring who it is. From all the people you could think about the Weasley twins seems to be the best option as they love pranking others and what you are about to do is essentially also a prank which is why you think that those two would be up for it. It's George that you have in front of you and as you beg him and to help you you can only be releaved when he tells you that it sounds quite interesting and agrees to help you. You don't know what you expected but somehow you aren't surprised when the next morning him and Fred both approach you with Fred telling you that your plan sounds quite devious as you essentially plan to lie to your own family to save yourself some serious trouble. Count him in. Well, perhaps it's not too bad that both of them are there to assist you with your plan as one can simply pretend to be the other without anyone noticing who doesn't know them closely. They even fool you like this at times to mess with you a bit, your angry reaction always adorable.

Both of them share essentially one heart and brain so neither of them is really surprised when they find out that somewhere along the line both of them have become quite fond of you. They don't even have to say it out loud. Both of them merely share a long look before nodding, instantly agreeing to share you. It's perhaps time for the duo to become a trio at last. They do not tell you that yet though, the pranksters inside of them wanting to mess with you for a bit longer whilst also planning how to keep you by their side even after the situation for you is finally over. They turn their flirty behavior around you up a couple of notches though to perhaps tease their feelings a bit to you without confirming them which leaves you at the end of the day always second-guessing everything. Yet you still remain unsure if you're just imagining things or not until the very end where you have solved the crisis and thank both of them for their help. Both of them just give you a grin with a thumb up, telling you that it was nothing and that they gladly helped you. You kind of look at them for a few seconds, expecting something only to leave slightly confused.

Perhaps you really were just seeing things after all is what you tell yourself when you go that night to bed. The next few days are fairly calm with nothing exceptional happening until both twins suddenly pop up in your life as if nothing happened, both still heavily flirting with you and doing all their tricks. They have invented all sorts of magical trinkets solely for the purpose to fluster and flatter you whilst making it obvious to everyone else that things have not ended between the three of you at all. You have little balls exploding over your head before it rains rose pedals all over you, heart-shapped bubbles floating towards you that both of them blow your way and little paper birds flying towards you, containing cheeky notes and confessions. You're torn apart between annoyance and flattery but the both of you had a deal that is now over so you ask both of them to please stop what they're doing. Both of them only give the other a cheeky look before they simply "nope" your request. They'll keep on messing with you like this as well as anyone else who thinks that they have a shot with you now. You three are a trio now and you don't get to walk out of it now.

Monkey D. Luffy

🍖​The Strawhats are currently on your island to stock up on food and other stuff, taking a short break and to you there couldn't have been a more perfect time for pirates to appear. You have been lying to your parents for quite a while now to avoid an arranged marriage, told them that you were together with someone already who was just travelling around a lot. Luffy is simply the first one you happen to stumble upon and in your desperation you instantly kneel in front of him, begging him to help you so that your parents would finally stop in their attempts to marry you off to someone else you don't even love. You've always heard the scary tales of pirates before and normally you would be very hesitant to approach one as you have always only ever heard bad stories of them robbing, killing and hurting people yet you are surprised when this one tells you with a smile on his face to stand up and that he will help you gladly, his kind smile reassuring you as you wipe youe tears away and give him a tentative grin of your own.

🍖Never in your life would you have estimated the first pirate you ever meet in your life to be someone like Luffy. He's a grown child in almost every sense but as stubborn and gullible as he can be he is just as compassionate and kind which takes you by surprise. You were raised to believe that all pirates would be out for blood and chaos yet Luffy doesn't care about treasure and riches as his sole dream is to be the King of the Pirates and to find the One Piece. You can't help but support him in his dream and soon you find yourself spending time with his crew almost everyday, happily showing them around your island and what makes your home so special. You have fun with all of them but the most time you still find yourself spending with Luffy who seems to cling to you like a koala to a tree.​ Sometimes his clinginess tends to overwhelm you a bit, his hand excitedly clutching yours as soon as he sees something that sparks that childish curiosity within him. You tend to forgive it though as you know that he is only playing his role... Right?

🍖​It is far too late already when you tell him eventually that the both of you don't need to pretend anymore as your parents have reluctantly stopped now that they believe that you already have someone. Yet as soon as your words leave your lips Luffy merely tilts his head confused. Pretending? What are you talking about? Apparently Luffy has stopped seeing this as a mere act long ago. The both of you are together in his eyes, you are already part of his crew. You struggle to explain to him that he is simply imagining things yet you are caught off guard when he asks you if you haven't been happy with him and had fun with his crew. That's when you find your breath stuttering as he unbeknownst to him targets a sensitive spot in you. He's right though, you have had more fun with his crew than you had in your home yet it is the fear of the unknown and other pirates that leads you to reject his offer to join his crew. You'd be wrong though in your belief that Luffy would accept a no for an answer, especially since you are his lover. Don't you love him? You can only pray that your parents won't find out not only that everything was a bluff but also that you asked a pirate of all people for help.

[yandere-toons]

Yandere: "is that your family?" S/O: "nope, nah-uh, nada. I've never seen those people in my life"

Years of hard data say you're lying, but they're not about to incriminate themselves by revealing so: Huey Duck, Hunter | Golden Guard, Aziraphale, Sheldon J Plankton, Doctor Nefarious, Tenth Doctor, Shang Tsung, Dr Flug, Perry the Platypus, Midoriya Izuku

Suspects the lie but rolls with it: Ian Malcolm, Louie Duck, Anthony J. Crowley, Nick Wilde, Nagito Komaeda, Captain Jack Sparrow, Lightning McQueen, Ratchet, Kaa, Bugs Bunny, Mike Wazowski, Johnny Loughran, Klaus Hargreeves, Sans Undertale, Arataka Reigen, Tyrion Lannister, Legoshi, Rouge the Bat, Wallace Wells, Kendall Roy, Connor Roy, Finnick Odair

Races over to introduce themselves: Toga Himiko, SpongeBob SquarePants, Dewey Duck, Judy Hopps, Kokichi Ouma, Beetlejuice, Celia Mae, Gaston, Mavis Dracula, Undyne, Beast Boy, Deadpool, Alvin Seville, Phil Dunphy

Believes you: Pinkie Pie, Bluey & Bingo, Jataro Kemuri, Chick Hicks, Caligosto Loboto, GIR, Daffy Duck, Bill & Ted, Olaf, Shigeo Kageyama, Starfire, Scott Pilgrim, Ken, Castiel

Laughs at your thin deceptions: Emperor Belos, Bill Cipher, Black Hat, Scar, Shere Khan, Tai Lung, Lord Shen, Pagan Min, Invader ZiM, Shao Kahn, Eleventh Doctor, Rainbow Dash, Shenzi, Randall Boggs, Duncan Pepperidge Anderson, Agent Smith, Doctor Eggman, Han Solo, Alastor, Izaya Orihara, Gideon Graves, Roman Roy, Shiv Roy, Gristol Malik

Alternative interpretation is equally funny — the yandere is pointing out random groups of people and slowly narrowing down their choices.

[blue-sadie]

.Star.Wars.

.Request Page.

Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut = 🌹Lime =⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁

Imagines

My Poor Heart - Anakin 🌹

Very Daring - Anakin 🌹

Attached To His Darkside - Anakin 🌹

Friends At The Start - Anakin 🌼🌺

Just A Light Touch - Cal 🌹

A Kiss Of Darkness - Cal 🍁🌺

Dancing In The Rain - Din 🌺

Prince Charming - Han 🌹

Torture - Hux 🌹

Be My Queen - Kylo 🌹

Leia's Best Friend - Luke

Little Amidalax - Lux 🌺

Teacher's Pet - Obi wan 🌹

Night Of Passion - Poe 🌺🌹

Weird Flowers - Rex 🌹

Combos

Caught Between - Anakin, kenobi, cw Anakin cw Kenobi

Jealousy - Anakin, Padme 🌺⚘️

Incorrect Quotes

Drabbles

Leaving Marks - Anakin 🌹

Combos

Two Masters Now - Jake Sully & Anakin 🌹

Oneshots

(🎃) Trick Or Treat - Anakin 🌹

Lost In The Woods - Anakin 🌹

Wanted Criminal. Prt 2 - Anakin 🌹

Why Don't I Come To - Din 🌺

Hurting - Anakin 🥀

Missing Parts - Cal 🌺

Best Friends Brother - Luke 🌹

I Missed You - Obi Wan 🥀

Combos

Squished Between - Anakin, Obi Wan 🌹

A Younglings Wings - Anakin, Padme 🌼

Series

Modern Day

Medieval/Fantasy

Omegaverse

Work Place Mishap - Alpha Anakin x Omega Reader 🌹

Crossover

Stuffed - Jake Sully & Anakin 🌹

Unknown Planet - Neteyam Sully & Cal 🌺

Preferences

Alleyway Sex - Anakin, Rex, Din, Han, Kylo 🌹

Breeding Kink - Anakin, Obi wan, Din, Rex 🌹

Childhood Room - Anakin, Din, Poe, Han, Hux, Kylo 🌹

Locker Room - Luke, Anakin, Din, Han, Kylo 🌹

Shower Sex - Anakin, Luke, Kylo, Din 🌹

They Wake You Up By Eating You Out - Anakin, Luke, Kylo, Din, Han 🌹

Nsfw And Sfw Alphabets

Combos

Nsfw - Kylo, Evil Rey

Headcanons

Enemies To Lovers - Hux, Cal, Poe, Din, Anakin 🌺

[sxvenz]

attention. | yan! darth maul

soft yandere! au

fem! reader

synopsis. after months of ignoring your captor, you grow curious about his his species and discover that attention makes him purr, not growl.

fluffy! pre-tpm! maul, zabrak purring, manipulative reader, reader is smart but kinda dumb lmao, reader has accepted his tendencies, reader doesn’t know much about sith/jedi. ALL CONTENT ON MY BLOG IS FICTIONAL.

WARNING(s): obsessive tendencies, possessive behavior, mentions of kidnapping, manipulative reader, stockholm syndrome, suggestive content, maul uses mind tricks on reader at one point, maul is constantly reading reader’s mind

You didn’t know much about Zabraks in general, but you did know a lot about Maul. You knew he was moody and aggressive, mostly with others rather than yourself. You know that he likes eating with you, often refusing meals unless you were there to join him. You know that he is a Sith Lord, with a master who doesn’t like you. But most importantly, you know that Maul is possessive.

Maul’s possessiveness was the most prevalent part of his personality, at least from your point of view. It was the very reason you’re here, locked away in his room on a massive ship in the middle of space, far from your home on Naboo. Currently, he was busy training with his master while you were forced to wait for him. His master didn’t come around so often anymore; you didn’t know why his visits have become less frequent, but you were relieved by the fact. The Sith unsettled you for more reasons than his wicked nature; he made his dislike for you clear. You’re sure the only reason he let Maul keep you at all is because of the strong emotions you disrupt in the zabrak.

You aren’t entirely certain what the Dathomirian feels for you, but you’re clever enough to know it’s something akin to obsession. He’d kidnapped you; stole you from Naboo as you were returning from the late-night market. He’d never explained to you why he took you, why he was there on Naboo, or if he had ever stalked you beforehand. He prefers to leave you ignorant to most things, perhaps only because he dislikes talking.

Maul wasn’t a great communicator by any means, especially when he’d first brought you to the ship, but you realized at some point that verbal communication was his primary issue. Physically, he was very clear in what he wanted, whether he had to drag you around, pick you up and place you where he wanted, or even growl at you.

Back when you’d first arrived, the idea of sharing a bed with him rightfully scared you. The first few days spent with him, you sat in the corner of his room, cowering and refusing to move unless you needed the bathroom. He didn’t say much to you, but his annoyance at your rejection was obvious enough. He would sit on the edge of the bed glaring at you for many minutes until he eventually stripped his shirt off and laid down, his back to you. That was a short-lived phase: after four nights of this, he finally went over to you, plucked you from your spot on the ground and threw you onto his bed. Maul was an intimidating figure, in more ways than one, so you were too scared to try and escape him. He forcefully pushed you under the covers before crawling into bed himself, next to you. He kept his distance, and eventually you relaxed; you didn’t realize how soft his bed was. But the moment your eyes closed, Maul released a deep, odd sounding growl that immediately jolted you out of your relaxed state. He didn’t growl again that night, but you still didn’t sleep much.

Recently you’ve noticed that his growling has become more frequent, and you assumed he just didn’t like being bothered. You’ve lost most of your fear of him; it’s become increasingly obvious that he had no intention of hurting you. And honestly, you’re learning to accept your role with him. But the growling bothers you; it’s confusing. If he liked you enough to kidnap you from your home planet, then why does he growl at you?

Often, he brings you along to watch him train, but only when he’s alone. You sit on the ground with nothing to entertain yourself as he shows off his fighting skills, throwing and manipulating his lightsaber with impressive ease. You haven’t told him yet, but you’ve learned to admire his beauty; the tattoos covering his red skin were oddly charming and you catch yourself wanting to trace your fingers over them. For many months, you’d widely tried to ignore his presence the best you could, but it was getting exhausting. He wasn’t wearing a shirt at the moment, most likely to draw a reaction from you, and you now really take the chance to look at the dark patterns.

Pretty, you thought affectionately, watching as Maul froze in place.

He shut his lightsaber off, a short, quiet growl leaving him. Turning your way, he dropped the saber hilt before extending his hand your way.

“Come here.” He spoke sternly, and you perked up with a smirk.

“What, do you want me to beat you up?” You asked, guessing that he was inviting you to spar with him.

Your confidence was a bit false and he likely knew it. You were stiff from hearing his growl, but you weren’t fearful. You knew he wouldn’t harm you, but you knew he easily could if he so desired. You weren’t a Jedi before all this; just a normal Naboo citizen who occasionally helped assist at the palace. You couldn’t fight like Maul could, he’d knock you down in seconds.

He huffed, pushing a quick breath out of his nose at your teasing, “Show me.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head at his words. You weren’t sure what he was asking for.

He stepped forward, pulling you by your wrists further into the center of the room, “How you would fight me, My Star. Beat me up.” He mocked, a small grin gracing his harsh features.

Frankly, you weren’t interested in sparring with Maul. Not only were you sure to lose, but you weren’t dressed for such physical activity either. Maul provided you with clothing, as you obviously didn’t get the chance to pack. Most of your wardrobe consisted of thin dresses of various colors, primarily black, red, or white. Currently, the dress you wore was a silk, off-white piece that only went to your knees. Like most of them, it was quite revealing, a wide slit going up your thigh and two thin straps rather than sleeves. You weren’t stupid, you knew you could get out of this situation.

“Maul,” you pouted, looking down at your bare feet and stepping closer to him.

The Zabrak before you was much bigger; he wasn’t incredibly tall, but he was very broad and well-built. You’d never touched him, not really and definitely not on purpose. You’ve had accidents where you’d stumbled into him or rolled over to his side of bed at night, but his growls always spooked you away.

“I don’t want to fight you, you’ll just win. Can’t we do something else?” You asked gently, fiddling with your hands and refusing to look up at him.

His breath had picked up, you noticed. It was kind of endearing, the obvious way you effected him. You felt a little bad for messing with him like this, but at the end of the day, he did kidnap you and deserved a little karma for his sins.

He didn’t speak, just observed as you reached up and placed your hand on his shoulders.

You finally looked up into his yellow eyes, your wrists sitting gently on his red and black skin. The growls erupted in his chest instantly, causing you to flinch slightly but not move your hands. Neither of you said a word but you could see his pupils were blown wide, hinting at his attraction towards you. You were a bit taken aback and quickly averted your eyes up, looking at his horns. Does… he growl when he likes something?

“I want a book.” You whispered, “Could you get me one?”

“Yes.” Maul answered quickly, his voice a bit raspy.

“I want a book on Dathomirian Zabraks. I want to know more about them.” His strange growl grew louder at that, “For educational purposes, of course.”

“I’ll get you your book.” He confirmed.

That was two weeks ago, and he had stayed true to his promise. In fact, he’d gotten you a few books on Dathomirian Zabraks. It’s what you were currently reading as you waited for him to finish his training session with his master.

You were reading one of the three books, the one about anatomy. You remembered when you first met him, you assumed the patterns on his skin were a feature of his species, but he eventually told you they were tattoos he received as a child due to his culture. The book explained the variety of skin colors his species could have, and how they had two hearts. It was all quite interesting; you already felt as if you had a better understanding of Maul.

Just as you reached the chapter about their horns, the lock on the door fiddled and Maul soon entered the large bedroom. You sunk into your spot on the bed and peaked over the book to look at him. Per usual, he glanced at you before heading off to the shower without a word. Not much changed since you’d touched him during his training, and you haven’t tried anything since. It would be a good 15 to 20 minutes until his return, so you quickly delve back into your book.

To be honest, you’d never thought much about Maul’s horns. Rather, you just kind of accepted them and moved on. Horns were a pretty common characteristic in the universe, they weren’t the part of maul that stood out most. His most striking feature was his skin, and you’d already gotten to the bottom of that.

By the time Maul got out of the shower, you were high on curiosity.

“Maul!” You called for him as soon as he opened the bathroom door. You were looking excited, a sight he’s never been blessed with before now, sitting on your knees as the edge of the bed with the book in your hand.

“Yes, My Light?” He asked, eyes focused on your expression as he threw his black robe down the dirty-clothes shute. He was only in his loose black pants at the moment, ready for bed.

“Your horns! They grow!” You told him excitedly as if he didn’t know.

“They do.” He smiled, standing directly in front of your spot on the bed.

“I’ve never seen them any longer than what you have them.”

“I file them down, My Star.” He told you gently, slowly reaching his red and black hand down to stroke your hair.

“When?” You’d certainly never seen him do it, and you’ve been with him for nearly 7 months.

“Hm, they don’t grow as fast as you may think. I file them every few months.” He sounded breathless, your hair curled around his fingers.

“Can I do it?” You asked sweetly, knowing he’d say yes.

Poor you, you had no idea he could feel your thoughts. He always could and he was always listening. You weren’t educated on Sith or Jedi, how could you have known? You’re clueless; you think you’re clever. He lets you think you have the upper-hand, because maybe you do. He gives you anything you want, he’d do anything for you as long as you’re his. He’s obsessed with you, he loves you, you’re all he thinks about, you’re all he wants.

“Yes.” He tells you, and motions towards his bedside table where the metal file sits inside.

You crawl across the bed, letting go of your book and retrieving the file. Maul watches you diligently, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing you when you return. You don’t say anything about his position, rather you adjust yourself to sit on your knees and quickly get to work filing his horns. You work a little clumsily, but he doesn’t mind.

The growls start up immediately, and you can feel the vibrations all the way up at his horns. Since the training incident, you’ve learned not to mind them. Your working theory is ‘happy-growls’, but you have to wait until you get to the Dathomirian Zabrak: Behavior and Culture book to find out. The sound is alarming, it’s similar to the growl of a loth-wolf, maybe a bit softer? You don’t want to ask him; you’re not sure about letting him know you’re interested. After all, he did kidnap you. At the end of the day he’ll always be your captor. The growing fondness you have for him is wrong.

Lost in your conflicted thoughts, you didn’t notice his growling stop. At least not until his hands grip your waist, shocking you out of your trance. His eyes bore into yours and you begin to wonder about his eye color. It’s unique and even a bit attractive. If you had kids, would they inherit his eyes?

Maul released your waist in favor of pulling your face down to his, pressing his lips to yours in a desperate fashion.

He feels like he’s on a high; he always feels this way when he’s near you, but it’s stronger this time. Better. You were imagining kids with him. Bearing his children, and wondering if they’d resemble him. Of course, you didn’t know he wasn’t born with these eyes; they were a result of his Sith status. It’s okay, he would teach you about it in the future.

This was the first kiss between the two of you, and the most physical that things have ever gotten. You were buzzing. You wanted nothing to do with him just a month ago, but the loneliness had caught up with you, you suppose. So many thoughts were filling your head, thoughts you didn’t feel were your own. Different scenes flashed before your eyes; maul kissing you, dancing with you, getting married to him, having his children.

You gasped at the images, jerking back from the red Zabrak. The growling was louder than you’d ever heard it, and his arms were strong around your midsection. You never noticed the change in position, you were now seated in his lap with your arms around his neck.

“What was that?” You whispered, breathless and confused. You felt as if you were going to cry.

“Shh, it was nothing, my Lady.” Maul cooed, the tone sounding odd with his deep voice, “Let’s rest.”

You found yourself nodding along to whatever he said, allowing him to move you wherever he wanted. Soon you were drifting off to sleep with Maul’s chest rumbling behind you.

•.

Maul had been a bit more affectionate lately, and the growls have increased in frequency. You haven’t kissed again since the night you’d filed his horns, and to be honest, you’ve been avoiding him best you could in favor of reading your books. You felt guilty. Guilt towards your loved ones who you were stolen from. Were you actually enjoying your time with your captor?

It was the middle of the night, Maul was sleeping beside you in bed. You were still up, reading your book about zabrak behavior. This book didn’t have as many pictures as the last, but you didn’t mind; you were too focused on getting to the bottom of his growling.

Skimming through the chapter on aggression, you were confused. Although it briefly mentioned growling, the sound and motives it described didn’t match your experiences with Maul. In no way was he threatened or physically aggressive.

But when you turned the page, reaching the 11th chapter happiness and pleasure, suddenly it all made sense…

You sat up quickly, tossing your book to the ground. The sound must’ve woken Maul, because he was all too ready to catch you when you jumped onto him, straddling his midsection above the blankets.

The familiar sound starts up; he’s not growling, he’s purring.

As far as you knew, only animals could purr, you weren’t aware of any humanoid creatures having that ability. It never even occurred to you of that being a possibility, how could you have been so dumb? Happy growls? That’s what purring is, practically!

“You purr?! You’re purring at me?!”

Maul’s purrs quiet down a bit and he looks awkward. Expressionless. Like he’s not used to be confronted, which he definitely isn’t.

“No, no no! Keep going!” You slap his chest lightly, demanding more purrs. You don’t really know if it’s voluntary, you didn’t read that far.

He huffs at that, but his purrs go back up in volume and you can’t help but laugh. You feel like an idiot, you probably are, and here he is doing whatever you say. The big bad Maul, evil Sith Lord, obeying you at every request.

He almost wants to tell you he can hear your thoughts, that you’re being a bit too arrogant at the moment, but he decides that would ruin the moment. It would also likely destroy all the progress he’s made. So he stays quiet, letting his relaxed and satisfied purring talk for him.

He’s never been the best at verbal communication and he’s glad that you know.

- venus

[threepandas]

After The War: Foxx Hunting (Prev <-)

"Commander."

On anyone else, the tone would suggest simple statement. But there was a lilt. A slight inflection, I had long learned to spot, at the end of the word. That made it a greeting. A call. Monotone filled with subtle, near untraceable mocking.

"Tired of running yet, Commander? Or do you want to struggle more? You can, if you want. I can let you. We have time. After all, it really won't change much. There's no where you can go."

Head tilted ever so slightly, at an almost an invisible angle. Posture, military perfect, impossibly so. That perfection bought with pain, torture, born out of brutal necessity. His lips quirked, in an amused curl. At just that same, impossibly slight amount. Too small and indistinct for his tormentors to notice. To take from him.

Just enough to stay human, I had thought. Too stay sane, I had hoped.

I was wrong.

My biggest mistake hunted me. Had all the power in the GALAXY now, to hunt me. All the time he could ever dream, in which to do so. And it was all my fault. Me. It had to be. I... I was the only thing that changed. Tried to make things... things BETTER!

How arrogant. Hubristic. Who the fuck was I? To think I had the RIGHT, to shape and change the fate of an entire GALAXY to my whims? I didn't even know the story. Had been GUESSING, based off STAR WARS. So... so fucking confident. A-and what did that get me? Oh god. O-Oh god!

The blaster burns on my arms and legs screamed, as I forced myself up, one more time. Always, please god, always! J-just one more time! Don't give out on me yet. Not.. not until we are safe. Then. Then! We can cry. Howl and weep, break down and scream.

(My fault. My Fault. MY FAUL-)

None of the characters were an exact match. People were and weren't where they should be. Plots happened out of sequence or not at all. So why? WHY? Did I believe so hard in the Clones? IS it because I loved, still LOVE, the Vode? Did that trust transfer? That emotional connection? Was I tricked? Or was I just a fool? Does it MATTER in the end? If the result is the same?

I brought a monster, straight to Power.

Now they're dead. All my brothers, my sisters, my mentors and friends. Dead, dead, DEAD! Glowing weapons on the ground and a temple filled with DEATH. D-Did the nurseries get out? Please, oh god, let the children have survived my mistake.

Blood stains my robes. Only a tiny fraction of it, is mine.

Sticky and slick, oily and so many colors. The blood does not mix. Too many species, too much ash from the air. If I do not clean or remove it soon? I am likely to get chemical burns, from the reactions developing on the cloth. But again and again. My mistake finds me. A pursuit predator. Intent on wearing me down.

"How long will you try, Commander? You know just as well as I do, that I can afford to wait you out. You'll drop eventually." His tone was so mild, even as his words were horrifying. Overhead, a transport kept steady pace, as I desperately ran from commandos on the streets. "How many days has it been without proper rest? Rations? To stop and think? We've survived far worse then this, Commander. For far longer. We can endure, can you?"

I pull my magic around me, through my screaming legs, to fling myself across a jump they shouldn't be able to make.

Despair surges, as behind me... I hear jetpacks. Ah. They've gotten better gear, at long last. E-Everything I've ever wished for them. Gear and food and safety, at long last! A-At long last. I have to laugh, hysterical and afraid. I just... I just never thought my wish? Would be fulfilled for the purpose of hunting me down.

(I'm so tired. Please, god. No more. Let it stop. Let this nightmare END!)

Jumping, I land in a roll on a level several floors down. The impact is ugly. Agony on my burns and bruises. I may have not taken any direct hits? But those glancing strikes? Still leave marks. Trails of seared, blistering, blaster burns. Like tiger strips. As though you hade been struck, by whip made of fire. Not to mention the concussion grenades.

Yeah, half way through the attack, the Clones had stumbled. Either broken free of the Not Sith's control or come to their senses, deciding to switch to non-lethal weapons. Probably trying to go for the capture instead of the kill. But given the sheer variety of the Knights? One Being's sedative was another's lethal toxin. And the gas attacks...

I... I'm still not even sure if... if Master Rim'Llahiy survived long enough, to get to the healers. The seizures were BAD. He... he didn't deserve that. All he'd ever done, was keep the gardens. Live a quite life. T...Try to defend his home.

Around me, as I run, screens light up. Somehow, I'm the focal point. I... I don't know how he's doing this. It has to be Sketch or Gear, one of the Slicers. Who else could hack into so many systems so easily? The... the knowledge that they're helping him? That everyone of the Guard is HELPING him hunt me? I feel sick.

Was any of it real? Was I friends with ANY of them? Or... Or was I just them happy little slave master, patting myself on the back, because I didn't beat them, unlike the others? Aren't I gracious. Don't you just love me? Say thank you for my grace. Let me feel good about my self! My pretty little charity of the day! Before I skip back off to fairy land! Leaving you all in hell.

Do I deserve this? I... I have to deserve this... right?

Even though I tried. Even though I fought and fought and FOUGHT. Even when that Not A Sith BASTARD tried to kill me at every turn, just to shut me the fuck up, and I WOULDN'T. Because they deserved to be free. Because it was WRONG. Because we took VOWS, remember? Days and days, convincing and campaigning.

I have to... to somehow, deserve this. Because? B-because if I DON'T?

Then What Have I DONE?

City levels and blocks blur together. I couldn't tell you where on this god forsaken ecumenopolis I am anymore. But the others! The others have gotten off planet by now. Surely... surely! They have escaped! Right? They HAVE too. I-It HAS to have been worth it. Becoming bait. M-making myself a target. This... this one last time?

It.. it was WORTH it. Right? Right?!

Please! Please god! Let it have been WORTH IT!!

I skid around a corner. Too tight, not judging it right in my panic, my shoulder clipping the wall hard. Scraping flesh through my robes. Just more bruises and hurt to add to the pile. I don't slow. Can't slow. Feel it but push the pain away. The crash later will be ugly, when I release the magics flowing through me. When the adrenaline fades. But... but either I will live to endure it? Or it will not matter at all.

Too late, though, I see the trap.

I have been corralled. Like a a sheep from my first life, harried by dogs into a pen. Tricked into a corner. No where left to go. The platform I thought was a street? Was an alley between two buildings, leading to a third. A perfect little killbox with only one way out. I stumble, horrified, as I register the truth too late. Spin, already knowing it's too late to double back. But hoping... HOPING....!

Jetpacks. The commando squadron of the guards, touching down at the entrance, a solid line of armor and skill. Better weapons, jet packs, upgraded armor. They... they even seem rested. For the first time in years.

A stark reversal. Now it is I, who is barely holding on. Now I am the one, who has been ground to dust, by the exhaustion of fighting without end. Of running and running. No real food and no real rest. No medicine. No help coming. I want to laugh, scream, weep. So it's to be poetic justice, is it?

But I can not give in.

Forgive me. But I can not, WILL NOT give in. Body exhausted, I draw my blade. The plasma humming as the magics charge. The alleyway fills with light. I took Vows. Owe my soul to the Galaxy and it's people. Regardless of Regime, I have service I must complete. And to do that? I have to be alive.

(I don't care, that they took over. Let them have it. But how could you? How COULD YOU?! The Temple was my home. I am a hypocrite. Here, at the end, I must face that. And now I know it to be true.)

The ship over head dips lower, kicking up a hurricane of wind. My robes whip around me, but I do not move from my opening stance. Ready, not ready, but resigned to it none the less. The Commandos are a silent wall as, from above, a rip cord descends. Clipped to it? Marshall Commander... no, Supreme Commander Foxx.

The Clones newly elected Emperor.

A man I THOUGHT was my friend.

He looked nothing like Commander Fox of the Vode. Hair too long and curling. Face deceptively young looking and boyish. Non regulation piercing hidden under the helmet all Guards wore, day in and day out. They hadn't been able to customize their armor like the others. So they customized themselves.

He wasn't in armor, now. It was somehow worse. The dress uniform an affront, a reminder, like a curse of broken glass. I... I hadn't even known he owned such a thing. It made sense, given his old position. Yet, somehow... somehow? I doubted this was the uniform he had been given. It looked... looked Regal.

"Are we done, now? Got it out of your system? Or should one of us put you on the ground first? Grind your face right against the filthy floor?"

His voice was mild as ever, as he calmly unclipped himself, let the cord retract. He tucked his hands behind his back. Strolled forward with measured steps, assessing eyes, like a general examining untested troops. Picking me apart for weakness, looking for openings in my stance. Injuries on my body. I had seen him do this before. Just... just never thought... it'd be used... a-against me. (How arrogant, I had been.)

"This can stop at any time, Commander. All you have to do? Is stop running. You don't have to worry anymore. I'm not going to hurt you. We're not going to hurt you. You've struggled long enough, don't you think? It's time to be done. To come home. Be taken care off. That's all we want to do, Darling. Commander."

"Surely you can see, that it's BETTER this way? No more war. No more Knights on sabotaged missions. Diplomats to war zones. Children where they shouldn't BE. The Order can be SAFE now. YOU can be safe now. Loved and precious as you always should have been. It's okay now, Commander. Come here. It's okay..."

Foxx's eyes blazed with conviction. They had been brown, like his brothers. They... oh god, they SHOULD have been brown. But as I stared into his face, at those unfamiliar eyes on what should be so familiar a form? Red stared back. The red, Red, RED, of the Fallen.

Foxx had been... had been Energy Sensitive. The Cloners had fucking LIED, when they said it wasn't possible. I had always suspected. Didn't dare bring attention to it. Didn't want my friend to be... to be KILLED. Experimented on. I should have trained him. Done more.

Desperate people will reach for anything, to stop themselves from drowning. And the Dark offers such tempting things. Vengeance and Power. Freedom, no matter the cost. It pays sweetly then corrupts slow. There is always a cost.

I can not risk it.

Shifting my weight to my front leg, in preparation to surge forward, I never get the chance. A two fold thwip! And sharp pinch in my upper arm. I got the first. But the second... a? Dart? No. NO! Panicked, I flood my body with the magics meant to purge drugs and... instantly the world spins. I have somehow just made it worse. W-what?

"Confiscated from slavers, 'bout five months back. It's a high end drug." The Commando with the dart gun said, as though commentingon the weather. "Fairly new, too. Made to react specifically to the Cosmic Energies. Our esteemed Chancellor, may he rot as he deserves, had them developed through several shell companies."

"Really wish you hadn't done that, Commander. Cause, see, the side effects? Are pretty nasty." Foxx commented. Various helmets nodded, the guards body language sympathetic but lacking any remorse. What ever it took to bring me in. To make me Safe.

"Now you're going to be sick for a while. But on the other hand? You are a stubborn one. So maybe this'll give you time to think, hmm? Time to enjoy the pampering a bit. You'll get used to it, learn to be good for me. I know you. You're a smart girl."

My legs couldn't hold me anymore. Despite struggling, I couldn't keep my blade at the ready. Helplessly, I watched as he watched forward. Used a single finger, on the hilt, to push my blade to the side. The lightest of tugs, stealing it from me entirely. At long last, the tears came. I... I was scared. Really, really scared. P-please... Foxx, please...

"Hunts over, Commander. It's time to stop running. You've lost."

"But, that? That's okay. You can lose now. Be weak. Wretched and pathetic and flawed. You don't have to be perfect any more, Commander. I've got you. You're Mine. Ours. Perfect, just the way you are. And today?"

"Today is the start of the rest of your new life, Commander."

"Welcome to the Empire."

[professional-yearner]

Saving Grace

Yandere Coruscant guard x reader

Pt.1

TW: for suggestive themes, yandere themes, murder attempt of major characters, obsession at first meeting,

(Very slow updates)

You sighed, trying to shake the drowsiness that seemed to stick to you like gum. You woke up a little late today. Scratch that, you had woken up exactly on time, but fallen back asleep almost just as quick. Luckily for you, it didn't affect your trip too much (seeing as you had learned to walk at a clip when you needed to) other than putting a bit of anxiety about getting to your job on time behind your actions.

Hoisting your work bag on your shoulder, you enjoyed the feeling of the wind whizzing by the open air transport as you lazily watched the guards patrolling the car in front of yours. They were doing what they usually did, checking tickets and making sure that no one was causing too much of a ruckus.

You rather liked the patterns and colors of the guards armor; one with stripes and the other with more of a color block paint job. They entered your car with a swipe of a security card, coming in silently and beginning to ask for tickets. Nodding blankly, you dug around your bag for your pass, only looking up when you heard a man raising his voice.

“I don't have to show you anything, clone.”

You turned to glare at him, only in time to see him shove the guard with the striped armor. Hard.

So hard he fell right past you and off the transport all together.

You gasped, grabbing for him without thinking. Catching his arm, you felt yourself lurch forward from his weight, falling to your knees as you tried to stop him from falling into the seemingly endless void of Coruscant traffic.

His helmet was gone in an instant, knocked loose by the blow and disappearing into the flow of cars.

His terrified eyes bore into yours as you struggled not to fall over yourself, trying desperately to pull him back to safety.

Your fingers felt like they were on fire as they dug into the space between his vambrace and elbow plate, only able to grip onto the black body glove underneath

Finally, you felt a pair of strong hands pulling you back from the edge by the waist, helping you succeed in pulling the guard up onto the shuttle once more.

He pushed himself up as his brother ran back down the train after his almost killer.

“Oh my god,” You panted, still on your hands and knees as you tried to catch your breath, “Are you alright?”

He was shaking, tears streaming down his face as he stared, looking in shock at the ground in front of him.

Your expression softened, tears of your own welling in your eyes for the man.

You reached over, resting your hand softly on his arm, “Hey,”

That made him look up at you, eyes unfocused for a moment before they widened, taking you in. They then moved to the hand you still had on his arm, making you blush.

You took it away quickly, “Sorry!”

The trooper shook his head, his own cheeks turning a bit red.

You both just looked at each other for a minute. It made you shift uncomfortably, unsure of if you should be the one to break eye contact first. Reprieve came in the form of the transport's robotic voice calling your stop, making you stand quickly. You felt bad for leaving him just sitting there, drying tears on his face in a transport full of strangers, but you didn't know what else to do.

You really needed this job.

“Sorry- sir, it's, um, my stop.” You said quickly, waving a bit as you stepped off, free of the once terrifying now awkward interaction.

You felt eyes on your back until the transport started moving again, leaving you mostly alone on the platform.

Von was in love.

He laughed to himself, feeling over the places she had touched him. Von felt himself twitch under his codpiece as his breathing became more ragged.

She was perfect. His perfect little savior. So soft and sweet, unlike her surroundings. Such a disgusting city didn't deserve someone like her, but he thanked the stars she was here anyways.

He hadn't been able to get her flustered face out of his mind since his brothers had brought him back to the barracks to recover from the attempt on his life. He had just been laying there for a few minutes, fantasies of her circling his thoughts as he stared into nothing.

Oh she was adorable.

The way she was so worried about him after getting him to safety, her sad little whimpers as she attempted to get him and all 70 pounds of his armor back onto the platform, how she flushed when she'd touched him.

He wondered how she'd blush when he touched her, knowing just the right spots to make her-

"Von, brother? You doing alright?" Hack called from the doorway, looking concerned.

He nodded, smiling and assuring the other clone, "I'm fine! Thanks, brother."

The blond clone nodded, "Just wanted to make sure,"

He walked back out into the hall, leaving his sibling once more, "You've been in there for hours."

[solelifauna]

What WIP should i post next?

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Anakin concept please romance please (if you already did Anakin maybe Darth Vader instead ) for a Jedi reader (possibly female if that’s alright with u ? If not gn is fine ;) )

I THINK I did something similar with Anakin...? Regardless, I'll do Darth Vader for this to make it have more angst.

Yandere! Darth Vader with Jedi! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Violence, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Trauma, OOC Vader, Stalking, Forced relationship.

Oof... Female Jedi obsession?

I see potential in this.

First of all, you're a Jedi, and Vader has been taught to hate the Jedi.

Since Order 66, Jedi are quite the rare sight.

However, you managed to survive and have despised the Empire.

Not only that but when Vader encounters you... you might remind him of Padmé.

You want peace... you're hopeful... idealistic... truly traits that would go along with most Jedi.

Even if Vader dislikes the path you're taking, one of rebellion against the Empire he's making, part of him can't help but respect your determination and ideals.

Vader might have even met you through Luke.

You were drawn to Luke due to him having the potential to be a Jedi and wanted to aid in taking down the Empire.

You're almost like a mentor with Luke and maybe even Leia.

At one point on the Death Star you offered to be a distraction for your gang of companions.

This was where you first met Darth Vader face to face...

It was so strange to see this strong Sith Lord hesitate when he saw you.

You're... oddly similar to his late love.

The one he killed by his own hands in a fit of rage....

It's actually a bit disturbing when he realizes that he may live through that memory again if he attacks you.

However, you two fight anyway, just long enough for you to distract him.

You can sense a subtle bit of hesitation when Vader attacks, like he's still trying to clear his head...

Yet by the time he manages to focus... You're running.

Your existence reminds him of if Padmé was a Jedi.

The thought disturbs him... if not downright irritates him.

It's going to be even worse if he realizes Luke and Leia are his kids and you step in to watch over them.

He both hates you... and finds an odd feeling of curiosity towards you.

Perhaps even a bit of yearning as time goes on and Luke gets older.

He hates you're a Jedi, with your heart full of hopeful ideals.

He's been down a similar path and look where that got him.

Ignoring the fact he was easily manipulated by The Sith.

A Jedi obsession certainly has more fight against him than any other rebel.

But even if you can hold your own against Vader... He can manipulate you to be his in other ways.

As you help put together the rebel effort, Vader is no doubt hunting you.

You're being stalked and hunted like an animal... yet soon he doesn't want you dead.

No, you've caught his attention too much now.

There isn't a day he hasn't thought about you since the Death Star was destroyed.

Now he wants capture... He wants to study you.

Others may suggest killing you, but Vader is looking into ways of limiting your Force to imprison you.

Imagine once again encountering Vader during a mission, the Sith Lord hunting you down like some galactic game of cat and mouse.

This time, he doesn't allow himself to be distracted.

He's been distracted enough by you.

You may put up a good fight, but Vader is less restrained than you.

Even if it means quite literally disarming your dominant arm... He'll be taking you in.

Imagine fighting Vader and losing your good arm... only to be dragged into a cell and locked away.

The only "face" you see is the helmet of Vader, his breathing haunting as he looks you over.

It's a shame he had to remove your arm... but you've been quite problematic for him lately.

He knows he can't convert you to The Sith... your heart and will are too damn pure.

It frustrates him... you'll always want to fight him....

However, your wish to do good is also your biggest weakness.

He knows you care about Luke, his son....

So he promises to let your allies go a little longer if you stay here.

Is he lying? Of course, he can't avoid fate.

Although... He knows how to begin corrupting even the purest minds with the best intentions.

Vader starts off as intrigued with the prisoner in his cells... the woman who reminds him of simpler times.

Yet strangely... his feelings turn to some form of love.

He didn't think he'd feel that way ever again.

He is a monster, he doesn't deserve the taste of something so sweet.

But it's addicting.

You may not be able to kiss him... or despise even touching him or holding him...

Yet he keeps making false promises.

He'll leave certain people alone if you behave for him... he'll even have a prosthetic designed for you...

But the second you fight him again...?

He'll make sure you're useless to the rebels before he even thinks of letting you go.

Vader becomes obsessed in any scenario because you remind him of what he lost... of what he could have had.

He's always been chasing phantoms and echoes of his past.

He became what he is because he wanted to protect... he wanted to become so powerful none close to him would get hurt.

Then he lost everyone close to him... until now.

Now... Vader has a new obsession to focus on.

Now he can make sure he never makes the mistake of being weak again.

You may not be Padmé... but he's convinced she brought you to him.

Vader plans to keep you beside him, hopefully out of a cell, even if it means spewing lies.

If he makes false promises to convince you to stay... Will you?

Will you eventually fall into corruption and grow to praise him?

You may... or you may not... Vader doesn't care.

He just wants to hold you, to caress your face, to look into those beautiful eyes of yours....

He wants to be loved again.

It's wishful thinking he doesn't deserve... but...

You could be his chance at love again...

He just needs to try... even if it has to be forced at first.

[yandere-wishes]

⋆𐙚⋆ Imagine being Darth Vader/ Anakin's presious little darling. You're the only thing that keeps him living, keeps him from tearing his chest open and clawing out his black dysfunctional heart. You're the only good thing in his life.

⋆𐙚⋆ That's why he keeps you locked up on Mustafar, in a dark, somber castle surrounded by lava. It's how he can insure your safety. Make sure you're always waiting for him alone and scared. It's easy to believe that your sweet smile is because of him, much easier than believing you're despreatly starved for company.

⋆𐙚⋆ Anakin's fairytale ends when Obi Wan learns of your existence. Learns that Anakin has taken an unwilling bride and locked her away on a planet of eternal night. Old habits die hard, and despite all his failures, Obi Wan is still a Jedi. He knows he has to rescue you.

⋆𐙚⋆ Imagine running through Mustafar. Fingers laced with a Jedi master who smells of sweet desert fruits and dying suns. Running through forests and jumping over lava streams. You can hear Anakin behind you. His rage ripples through the air, thick and menacing. You smell the burn of bark as his saber slashes through the trees. His screams of rage burn your ears. But you see the starship. You taste freedom in the back of your mouth. You're so so close.

⋆𐙚⋆ You only let go of Obi Wan's hand when you're inside the starship, and the hatch is sealed shut behind you. Only let out a breath when the engine roars and the ship lifts into the air. Obi Wan sits at the pilot seat, rotten nostalgia coursing through his veins. He offers you his smiles his golden smile, trying to reassure you that you're finally finally safe. And you believe him...at least for a moment.

⋆𐙚⋆ The starship rattles, shaking you and him from your seats. The engines scream the metal frame creaks and bends. You dare a glance outside a shattering window only to see him. Vader's arm is raised, fingers stretching, power radiates through him, pulling the thousend ton ship from the air. It's funny to think that one man holds so much power. You cower on the floor knees to your chest. Doe eyes overflowing with tears, you knew freedom was too good to be true. Obi Wan tries to wrangle the ship from Vader, but there is no hope left...

⋆𐙚⋆ All too soon, the ship crashes back onto igneous land. The metalic doors and walls are peeled off harshly as Vader uses the force to rummage through the wreckage. Your bruised and battered body is pulled towards him. His furious grasp snakes around your neck. "YOU LEFT ME, YOU ABANDONED ME." it's hard to miss the sprinkles of pain upon the rage-filled timber of his voice. "Ani, I'm sor-" you try to choke out, despreat for a mercy you know will not be granted. "LIAR".

⋆𐙚⋆ He doesn't kill you. He can't. He may be rage born and hatred raised. But you... you are truly something special, something that deserves punishment, not death. Anakin drags you back to his fortress. Leaving Obi Wan bleeding amongst the wreckage...

[wishful-thinking-is-dumb]

Hi! Can you write a yandere story for any of the 501st clone troopers with a civilian darling? If they kidnapped them?

Apprehended - Yandere Captain Rex

You run through the dark and cluttered streets of Coruscant, the sound of multiple footsteps behind you. You fire your weapon back at your pursuers, trying to only slow them down and not kill them. If you kill then you will surely have more of a target on your back.

The neon lights of the lower city levels illuminates the path before you, and you hear the clone troopers gaining on you. They’ve been on your tail for weeks, and it seems like they have finally made their move.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, you quickly climb over a fence and down an alley. You hope that this isn’t a dead end.

You scale the alley wall as the troopers start to shoot nonlethal shots at you. One hits your leg and a wave of electricity shoots up through your body. You loose your grip and you fall to the ground.

You land on your side, pain blooming throughout your body. The sting of the stun shot makes your leg feel numb, in a painful way.

Before you can start to fire back, your gun is kicked away and you are manhandled onto your stomach.

“Suspect apprehended, over.” The trooper on top of you says as he hoisters his weapon and restrains your arms behind your back. You manage to throw a single punch at the clone before your arm is restrained again.

Your face is pushed into the ground, and you are unable to struggle any further. Two more clone troopers round the corner into the alley, a distinctive blue on their helmets and armour.

“Stay down.” The trooper above you states, still holding you down as you are handcuffed. Your leg is still painfully numb from where the stun shot hit you. You can only imagine how it would have felt if you got hit on the torso.

You are dragged to your feet, and a trooper who looks to be the leader walks up to you. He has extra marking on his trooper armour that dictates his higher rank than the other ones.

“You’re hard to track down.” The man says, his voice staticky due to his helmet. He lowers his gun and you don’t say a word to him.

“Not a talker, eh?” He comments again, his voice a little dry. He seems to be tired of chasing you all over the lower levels of Coruscant.

You have no reason to speak, you have committed no crime. You have no idea why they would be arresting you and chasing you down for weeks on end. You huff a little as you are pushed forward by the lower ranking trooper out of the alley.

“Take ‘em to the convoy, make sure she doesn’t slip her cuffs, Echo.” The higher ranking trooper speaks as you are dragged away by the upper arm.

“Aye, captain.” The trooper who is dragging you says. You exit the alley you had run into, limping slightly due to the numbness in your leg. The trooper notices this but makes no comment nor does he attempt to make walking easier for you by slowing down.

You can only hope that someone explains the situation to you soon, and why you are suddenly a wanted criminal. Maybe that higher ranking clone trooper has something to do with it…

[skeletonpartyoftwo]

Prologue: Shadows of the Empire

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

The siblings knew this better than anyone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We need more,” they muttered.

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

“We don’t have a choice.”

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

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

“No. Stay with her.”

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

The eldest hesitated. How could they refuse her?

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

And then they were gone, swallowed by the night.

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

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

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

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

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

Their sister.

Their blood ran cold.

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

They turned on their heel and ran.

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

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

A knock at the door.

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

Another knock.

Then, a voice—smooth, confident.

“You’ve been difficult to find.”

The door slid open.

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

Darth Vader.

Their worst nightmare.

Their inevitable doom.

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

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

[aphroditelovesu]

can you write a love letter from yandere Anakin Skywalker since I read that you write fanfics of Star Wars and can you make reader a male please and thank you 😊🥰

My beloved (Y/N),

From the moment our paths crossed in the stars, my heart has been beating in time to the melody of the Force. Every time our eyes meet, I feel an explosion of feelings as intense as the energy of a lightsaber.

My love for you is like the darkness and light that coexist within me. I am willing to do anything to ensure your safety and happiness. If anyone dares to come between us, I will use the Force to protect what's ours, no matter the consequences.

Every day that I spend with you is a gift that I value more than words can express. I feel jealous even of the stars that share their shine with you. But remember, my love, that my desire is to protect you, not imprison you.

Loving you consumes me in a way I can't explain, but it doesn't matter. As long as we are together, facing each challenge hand in hand, I know our love is true and eternal.

Our journey has been marked by challenges and trials, but facing them by your side makes me feel invincible. You are the light that guides me, the flame that burns in my heart, and I will never allow that flame to go out.

May the Force continue to unite us, my beloved, for together we are stronger than any battle that may arise. My love for you is as deep as the gulf between darkness and light.

With all my love,

Anakin Skywalker.

[nastasia-paa]

A clone (Loy) serves under your command as a captain. At first, he didn't really like the Jedi. He thought it was very stupid to put people in charge who were not ready for war. Although he was subordinate to the hierarchy of troops. Among the brothers, he was more inclined to criticize the general's less frequent mistakes behind his back.

When the news came about your appointment as commander, he wasn't thrilled that he now had two incompetent Jedi. Everything changed a bit when he saw you. There was something inexplicable and attractive about you. He couldn't look away.And if he noticed, he tried to return everything as soon as possible. You weren't the goddess of war, no. To be honest, you were even worse than your teacher. Because of your inexperience and immaturity, your mistakes were more frequent and stupid. Perhaps that's why he decided to be closer to you, to keep an eye on you and suggest the right decision, in his opinion.

His brothers were surprised by the practical absence of such harsh criticism of you. If he expressed his indignation, he did it as gently as possible. After a while, he became a good comrade on the battlefield and a friend. Thanks to his help, it was easier for you to adapt to the new life of a commander in this war. He keeps you company when he is free from his duties. More precisely, when you are both free. You taught him how to play some games. I've been discussing the stories you've read with him. Sometimes she brought sweets and shared them with him and his brothers. At least with those who had time to pamper themselves.

You've been visiting Coruscant more often over the years. With or without a teacher, but at the request of the council, you defended the representatives of the Senate. Once you had to defend Raymo, Senator Chesson's son. During which there was an emotional connection between you. At first you were friends, but later it turned into love. He was very sweet and affectionate. After the beginning of your secret relationship, he began to stay with his mother on Coruscant more often, justifying this by his desire to join the activities of the Senate and become Thesma's mainstay in the future.

Now you were looking forward to returning to the capital of the republic. You're even more distracted than before. It didn't stop you from doing your duties properly, but it couldn't get past Loy. He really didn't understand what was going on. He felt that you were moving away from him for no particular reason, and he didn't even seem to notice it. Loy was concerned about these changes. But his attempts to rectify the situation did not bring much result.The clone found out about Raymo by accident. You have received a letter from Coruscant. You were late, so you went to practice with a teacher, leaving the letter you read on the table. Loi wanted to find you and, assuming that you were in the cabin, went to her. When he finished his work, he thought about inviting you to the dining room. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He was about to leave, but the space outside the door beckoned him inside.

The cabin was a bit of a mess. He was partly your reflection. Duke had seen this mess many times. Today, it seemed to be even cleaner than usual. He noticed a piece of paper lying on the table next to the envelope. Paper letters don't arrive that often. According to his observations, padawans rarely sent letters to each other, preferring rare meetings or silence. It might be interesting to take a look at this rare phenomenon. From the first lines, it became clear that this letter was not from a friend. And hardly a fan... "Forever your R.S."

When did this happen? Why didn't he know? Who is "R.S."? Are you dating him? What should he do? What can he do? Nothing. Since their first meeting, his feelings had increased significantly. He believed that the code forbade Jedi from engaging in relationships, just as the charter forbade clones from doing so. Should he report it? To whom? The General? If he tells you, it will obviously ruin your relationship. What kind of punishment awaits you for violating the Jedi Code?

..Perhaps if he informs the general, he can guide you on the right path. Isn't a teacher supposed to take care of his student? Duke was about to take the paper, but stopped his hand. Can I talk to you? Can try.

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I have a desire to swear at all stages of writing this text. From problems in writing to translation through a translator. I'm not really sure what I did. I'm thinking of writing a few more chapters of this story.

Initially, the clone had a different name. I renamed it during the translation process. I'm not sure I haven't missed at least one mention, even though there aren't many of them.