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feudecendres · 1 year ago
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"a fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi: önümde uçurum var, arkamda kurtlar."
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anathemafiction · 2 years ago
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Slowly but surely, Romanus is starting to use more Latin...
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The back of your neck bristles. "A fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi," you whisper to yourself.
Ahead, a cliff, behind, the wolves.
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felaketimsali · 4 months ago
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a fronte praecipitium , a tergo lupi.
önümde uçurum, arkamda kurtlar var.
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everythinggeeky · 5 years ago
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a fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi | Anakin Skywalker PART I
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“A precipice in front, wolves behind”
Suitless! Darth Vader x dark side! reader
Warnings: angsty, some domestic fluff, slight canon divergence, anakin never gets crispy, references to sex (it’s sfw tho)
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Anakin has been increasingly distant in the last few weeks and reader has noticed. Suddenly, Anakin makes a proposal that reader can no longer resist. She never expected the horrors that followed.
Part II
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A/N: this is part one! requests and tag lists are open! this gif makes me feel a certain way
“Has anyone told you that you look absolutely ravishing?” Anakin spoke up, stepping into your quarters after a long day engaged in battle. Sears from a lightsaber scattered his robes, a heavy tatter covering one of his shoulders. You looked him over with concern, your gaze landing on his face.
“Well, not today,” you grinned, leaning up to peck his lips.
“My darling, you look stunning, as usual,” he smiled against your lips.
“Thank you. How was your mission?” you asked as Anakin followed you to the lounging area of your quarters.
“without a hitch,” Anakin responded, brushing his hands over the robes that would have said otherwise. Typical Skywalker hubris.
“Good, I can’t have my Jedi getting hurt out on the battlefield now, can I?”
“I’ll always come back home to you, dear,” he gingerly kissed the top of your head.
“You better.”
You fixed a warm and comforting meal for the two of you as you relaxed together on the couch. Resting your bowl on the table in front of you, you got comfortable for the evening. Laying your head on Anakin’s chest, you carried on a normal conversation, asking about the current war effort against the separatists, how Anakin was active in the war, and so on. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for the next few hours, your breath synchronizing with each other.
Anakin shifted uncomfortably in his seat underneath you. You sat up briefly in your spot to give him space to adjust. He pulled you back into his chest instead.
“So I’ve been thinking…” Anakin leads quietly, filling the empty space.
“About what, dear…?”
“I’m leaving the Jedi...I’m leaving the Order,” he continued, gaining confidence as he uttered the words aloud for the first time.
“What?”
“I’m leaving. Will you come with me?”
“Anakin...you’re speaking madness.”
“This could be our time. I have the ability to have true power as no other Jedi has ever known. And I want you to rule with me.”
You stood, searching his face for any sign of a decision that was already made before he had stepped into your room tonight.
You can see the distraught in his eyes. He is standing on the ledge of a precipice so far above the ground and he is ready to launch himself into the abyss.
A man stuck between two sides of the force. 
Without another word, Anakin walked away from you to stand on your balcony, looking out onto the vast expanse of the Coruscanti skyline, contemplating his future within the Jedi Order. Was this where he belonged? In the most recent weeks, he felt otherwise; the thought lingering in the back of his mind since he was a padawan.
Suddenly, Anakin reaches his hand out to you, asking you to be his empress. Your eyes flicked from his open palm to his face, his expression softening ever so slightly.
“Y/N...the power you could have by my side…”
“Ani...I can’t…”
“Why not? If you do, you’ll be by my side forever.”
“I thought you loved me,” you pleaded, “and if you did, you wouldn’t do this.”
He had gone cold and you should have seen it earlier. In the weeks past, Anakin had increasingly pulled himself away from you and from his work as a Jedi. Had you been paying attention, you might have noticed it. Judgment clouded by love, you had considered it. A poor choice of actions on your behalf, nevertheless.
You mulled his words over in your mind. You were devoted to Anakin and vowed to love him forever, even if the Order forbade it. If you were to follow him, you could be free. Free to love him and act upon your passion without consequence. Of course, there were things you didn’t agree with about the Order and you now recognized the internal turmoil it caused Anakin.
 You raised your hand from where it rested by your side, “forever?”
“Forever.”
Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his, confirming your allegiance to him. Anakin grinned wickedly, pulling you into his chest, cupping your face tightly, kissing you hard. In a moment of pure passion, your hesitation drowned away. After a few moments, Anakin pulled away.
“I’ll speak to the Chancellor tomorrow. He has a great plan in store for you and I. True, unabashed power.”
“All I care about is you, Anakin.”
“You’ll never have to worry again, sweetheart.”
You and Anakin went to bed late that night following a dizzying, passionate lovemaking session where Anakin pledged his allegiance to you as his empress.
You weren’t prepared for what followed in the days ahead. Darth Sidious had executed Order 66, slaying all the existing Jedi. You were told to go into hiding until Anakin and Sidious had considered it safe for you to return. The following days were lonely; harrowingly lonely. You received no update on the success of the command, nor on Anakin’s condition. 
About a week later, you received notice that it would be safe to reunite with Anakin, now known to the galaxy as Darth Vader. When the guards had arrived at your secret location on the star destroyer, you could sense the cold in the room. The guards parted ways and Anakin walked through them as their Emporer’s apprentice. Heavy armor weighed down his frame, affecting his gait. Now a man shrouded by power, he came home to you to envelop you in the same way he had before he left.
Dropping the mask to the side, he rushed to you, pulling your body to his body with ease.
“Darling, I missed you so much. I was so worried about you,” Anakin muttered into your neck.
“Worried? I was worried about you…” you pulled him tighter to you, memorizing his new powerful form.
Anakin was the first to pull away. You took one more look at his armor.
“Is this your new look…?”
Anakin raised his arms, “for the Empire, sweetheart.”
“Empire?”
“Yes, my new empire...our new empire…” he corrected.
Nodding to yourself, “ours,” you manifested looking to the floor.
“Are you having second thoughts…?”
“Anakin...what the guards told me...all this death...murder…I don’t think I can do this.”
He cupped your face into his hands, “don’t worry about that. Think about what you and I can achieve together.”
Anakin releases you, allowing you to rest in your original position. 
You thought over your decision, reminding yourself of the opportunity that lies with the Sith. This was your moment to be free in your feelings and act upon your passion. Anger was accepted and was utilized to gain an advantage over the enemy. As a Sith, you could love Anakin openly and use that passion to take down those that try to stand in your way. This new future could be where you and Anakin belonged; he clearly had felt that it was.
“Darling, I have a gift for you. Something that is very important to your new role as my empress,” Anakin said, pulling a sleeve from his belt, handing it over to you.
“What is it?”
“Open it and find out. It’s for you.”
You shed the velvet sleeve from the hilt of the lightsaber. You tested it out in your hand, tossing it back and forth from one hand to the other. It was sleek, black, and featured an decorative floral engraving in the main hilt of the saber.
“It’s beautiful, Anakin.”
“I designed it myself. Go ahead, try it out.”
You stepped back a reasonable distance before igniting the blade. An angry red extended from the hilt, to which you grinned as you examined your new weapon.
“I think it suits you,” Anakin smirked.
“I do too,” you twirled the saber once, before disengaging the blade.
“Of course you’ll need training, but I have time set aside to do so. It’s critical to your role that you be trained to fight in order to execute the missions we have planned for you.”
“Planned for me?”
“Of course, you are not just ornamental, sweetheart. The Empire has a great plan for you.”
“Thank you, Anakin.”
“You’re welcome. Now, this weapon is everything. Do not take it lightly.”
“I see Obi-Wan has left his mark on you…”
Anakin’s demeanor changes in an instant, “Do not…! Mention his name,” he spits.
You shuffle back, fearful of the man Anakin has become.
“I’m sorry.”
He ignores your apology and walks to the window that borders your new quarters on the Star Destroyer. Looking out onto the expanse of the galaxy, he takes a moment to collect himself.
“The man I was in the past no longer exists. I am Darth Vader.”
“Anakin…”
“Only you are allowed to call me that. When we’re alone.”
“Are you asking me to lie to the galaxy about my love for you?” you eased closer to him.
“Quite the opposite. Act upon it. You’ll have a mission next week. There is a rumor of a rebellion in a distant system. You will be deployed there on a secret mission to receive intel about what they know about the Empire. You will crush the rebellion before it has any strength,” Anakin speaks coldly.
“Of course.”
“We will begin training this week.”
Later that week, when Anakin had returned from another mission, he finally deemed it time to train you to use your new lightsaber. Of course, you were an exception to the regularly accepted lightsaber users. Many looked on with jealousy; the apprentice’s girl is what they had chosen to call you for the time being. Soon enough, they will bow down to you and call you queen, as you deserve.
Anakin first started with the basics, gradually increasing the difficulty of the skills and maneuvers he had taught you. Later, he left you to train with the remotes, as he once had as a Jedi padawan. You would have thought that the Sith would have had a more rigorous and brutal training program, one that required a similar sacrifice as receiving your title.
You pushed the stray strands of hair that threatened to interfere away from your face. Settling yourself into the soles of your boots, you slash through the program of the remote with ease. When Anakin enters the room again, he looks impressed. Shoulders pressed backward, posture high.
“Very good, my empress. Soon enough you’ll be ready to do the Empire’s highest bidding.”
You grinned, standing tall, confident in your new role by Anakin’s side.
“The galaxy soon will see what true power looks like. It’s you. With me by your side.”
With a nod, Anakin disengaged the program. 
“Go rest, the days upcoming will be taxing.”
“Yes, my lord,” you semi-bow, leaving the training facilities to head back to your quarters to refresh.
Anakin returned a few hours later, once again shedding the mask and cape that covered his shoulders. Carefully storing them away in the bedroom. He walked over to you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. 
“You did well today. I was proud,” Anakin said softly.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he pecked your cheek softly.
You cupped his face gently, and he leaned into your touch. Here, he felt safe and free to be the man he left behind in the ashes of Mustafar. Here, it was just you, and him, and your love for one another.
Anakin pulls back from you, inviting you to relax for the evening. Had you known any better, you wouldn’t have noticed any distinct difference from your life before the Sith. Now, Anakin is covered in just a few more scars with a little more darkness covering his heart. Still, there was a space for you. A space set aside for just you. 
And maybe that spot was a little bit softer than the rest of Darth Vader.
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kimsonvalon · 4 years ago
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Écouter / acheter: A Fronte Praecipitium, A Tergo Lupi de BRAINQUAKE
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kewltie · 8 years ago
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“We’re going to the hanger bay to see if we can lend Hyoyeon a hand in the repairs,” Jessica declares, standing up and taking Jackson with her with a tug of the arm.
Jessica casts a significant glance, the underlying message is right there for Donghae to pick up. The excuse is flimsy at best but he knows what Jessica wants him to do. Get closure. Put an end to this chapter in his life.
“But Donghae,” Jackson protests as Jessica drags him out of the room.  
“I’ll be fine,” Donghae tells him and flashes him a reassuring smile, that feel false and awkward on his face, but Jackson bite down on his lower lip and acquiesce, leaving Donghae and Hyukjae as the only occupants in the room.
It’s the first time they’re alone in what felt like a very long, long time.  There’s an entire conversation thread missing between them since the day Donghae left Hyukjae on Rhohience.
Silent encroaches upon them and Donghae finds his voice lacking despite a hundred well practice speeches running through his head. He has been preparing for this moment but--but even though he hadn’t seen Hyukjae for so long just being in the presence of this man mess him up in so many ways. It’s strange that Donghae had spent more than half of his life being someone’s pet, their trophy, yet it is Hyukjae who completely owns him down to the core of his being. A single touch from Hyukjae carves a deeper than any collar could ever hope to bind him.
But the root of their deep divide has never been that—if only that was the case.  
“You look,” Hyukjae frowns, pink tongue peeking through his lips as he tries to find the next word, “good,” he finishes lamely, wincing.
“Jessica and Jackson have been taking good care of me. I owe everything to them,” Donghae says, his left wing twitches at the uncomfortable atmosphere settles in the air. It’s awkward and new like they are a pair strangers all over again, standing on uneven ground. “And I see you been... busy these past quarters.”
Separated by thousands of light years of space between them, Hyukjae had managed to tangled himself and the AA in three different conflicts, started a massive intersystem war, saved a planet and its sixty thousands lives, dealt a massive blow to Empire by seizing three of their most productive mining colonies and the bounty on his head had risen to six trillion quill while Donghae tried to carved a quiet life for himself out here in Sector VII of the Outer Rim without Hyukjae there by his side. 
Separated but not wholly disconnected.
Donghae still look for Hyukjae in every sliver of news that made it way to this sparse part of the galaxy. Jessica said it was unhealthy to be so fixated on someone he had willingly walked away from but Jessica doesn’t understand that Donghae has been bound to Hyukjae since the day Donghae had taken Hyukjae’s hand and joins him on his mad crusade; the leash only tightens further with the increasing distance.
But she is right. He can’t be tied down to the memory of a man who offered him and so many others hope and dream of freedom and who is prepared to bleed himself and the entire world to achieve it.
And the thing is, the thing is that Donghae is selfish enough to know that his heart is not big enough to make room for all the lives in this universe, not with Hyukjae taking all the space in it, because in the end it all comes to one simple truth: Hyukjae wants to save the world but all Donghae wants to do is save Hyukjae.
And that has always been the cusp of all their problems.
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acolg · 3 years ago
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A fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi~ literally, ‘in front a fall from a great height, behind wolves’ i.e. between the devil and the deep blue sea: it is hard or impossible to choose between the appalling alternatives
Such as death by impact or death by tearing and teeth
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inyournightmares97 · 7 years ago
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Tagged By: @ijustwantacue
Thanks for this tag, lmao, although I wonder if anyone would even be interested in this stuff about me? Oh, well. On the off-chance that somebody out there cares and doesn’t resent me because they’ve been expecting an update for Tomorrow, Today, I’ll answer these! 
Favorite Color: I have none. As inhumane as this sounds, colors mean nothing to me. Sure, I think some colors look pretty in some situations (like green is nice in nature, and yellow clothes make my skin look nice...) but I don’t have an overarching favorite color. God, I just hate when people ask you this question and look horrified when you say you don’t care. 
Favorite Plant: Nothing in particular. Large meadows of grass are nice, I guess. 
Favorite thing to Doodle: Can’t draw, so I don’t. I have nice handwriting, though. Sometimes I write my name all over my notebook. 
Favorite thing to sing/hum: The songs stuck in my head keeps changing but I have an annoying habit of whistling ‘It’s a Small World’ when I’m frustrated. Drives people crazy. 
Favorite Perfume: I hate flower and fruit scents. I mostly just use sports deodorants. Go nike women. 
How I take coffee/tea: Both with lots of milk. Although I can drink black coffee if it’s loaded on sugar. 
Sunrise/Sunset: Sunsets make me feel depressed. Sunrises are nice if I happen to be awake. Which is like, never, lmao. 
Favorite Scent: I love the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. My Mom is a coffee maniac so I woke up to that scent every morning throughout my childhood. 
Favorite Quote: A Fronte Praecipitium; A Tergo Lupi. It’s Latin, means there’s a cliff in front of you and wolves behind you. In other words, you are fucked. 
Favorite Self-Care Routine: If I’m alone, pizza and k-dramas. Or if I can get my best friend to hang out with me, getting drunk and watching episodes from the golden age of Disney, like Suite Life and Hannah Montana. (Yes, we’re 21 years old. Shh.)
Fuzzy Socks/Slippers: I can’t be bothered. I go around barefoot a lot. 
Favorite Eye Color on People: Depends on your face, really. And hair color. 
Eye Color: Light brown. I’m actually pretty unique. Most people in these parts just have dark brown-almost black eyes. 
Favorite Season: Winter. 
Favorite Weather: That time when the sky is all gloomy and overcast but it’s not raining yet. Also, torrential downpours. I hate light drizzles. 
Where do you prefer to be kissed, cheek/neck/nose?: Cheek? 
Favorite Dog Breed?: I firmly believe selective breeding of dogs should not be encouraged and is problematic. Dog breeds are something people made up, and all dogs deserve to be loved. I wonder who the imbeciles who decided that some dogs are of better quality than others are. Oh, that’s right. It was the American Kennel Club. 
I take care of/raise a couple of stray mongrels that live in my locality. (Relax, it’s totally legal in my country)
Do you want to get married? If so what would be your wedding colours?: I do want to get married, but I’ll only do it if I find the right person. If he doesn’t come along then I’m not settling (although my family will probably throw a fit lmao). Wedding colors aren’t really a thing where I’m from. I’m not big on weddings at all, actually. Too much drama. I’d like to get married quietly. 
Lace or Silk?: Cotton, folks. Nothing beats good ol’ cotton. Also, I’m from a tropical country so the thought of silk makes my skin crawl in disgust. Ugh, the sweat...
Don’t really know who to tag, lol. I probably came off as a horrible person in this so I’m just going to post it quietly and hope nobody reads it. :D Please don’t hate me. 
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a-40k-dad · 8 years ago
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I have dreamt about what I should do with my Primaris. I dreamt of wolf heraldry in ultramarine blue called : the wolves of ultramar. So : Primaris Chapter : Lupi Ultramaris Motto : A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front, a precipice. Wolves behind) Homeworld : Based in the Ultramar systems. Each company a different place, so they can have a presence a bit everywhere. First company is stationed on Ultramar itself. They are of course Codex compliant. Background : toned down Space Wolves that recognise no link with Leman's sons. Identify with Ultramarines the most. Possibly Cawl used Ultramar geneseed to tone the wolf side resulting in them feeling very part of Roboute's boys.
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tamgdenettebya · 6 years ago
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...a fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi.
... у меня разболелись голова и сердце. Голова - оттого, что я был не в силах понять, как все это возможно, если только люди не дураки и не подлецы, а сердце - от мысли о том, что люди бывают и дураками, и подлецами.
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everythinggeeky · 5 years ago
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a fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi | Anakin Skywalker PART II
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“A precipice in front, wolves behind”
Suitless! Darth Vader x dark side! reader
Warnings: angsty, a ‘lil smutty, canon-typical violence, slight canon divergence, (as always) anakin never gets crispy, 
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: You are finally deployed on the rebel base. After getting cozy with the leader, you slip up on the job. The Empire crushes the tricklings of the rebel force, bringing you back as their Empress. 
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A/N: this is part two! read part one here! tag lists are open! 
Waking up the next morning was invigorating; this was your moment to assert your power in the Galactic Empire. Facing yourself in the mirror, you were forced to confront the woman you were now. You are strong and capable of completing the destiny of the Empire. 
However, there was a moment of hesitation, which seemed to come more often these days. Much like Anakin, your past as a Jedi often haunted you, threatening to pull you away from the dark side. 
You needed to prepare yourself to jump off the cliff and embrace your new role here. Rolling your shoulders back and standing tall, you looked into the mirror again. A strong woman who is soft around the edges must become hardened. It will happen in time.
You dressed in simple clothes to blend in with those on the rebellion base. Earth tones and neutral colors would disguise you in just the right way to complete the mission. You hid your lightsaber away and prepared for departure. Anakin had a few words for you before he let you go.
“Eliminate the scum, remind them of who rules them.”
“Yes, Lord Vader.”
He nodded to dismiss you, as you longed for more of a personal goodbye, you chose to push the feelings down instead. You boarded your shuttle and departed for the rebel base. 
The ride was smooth. You spent time thinking about what your future as empress would look like. You picture yourself in an elaborate gown, side-by-side with Anakin, complete in his Darth Vader persona. This is true power. You smile at the thought, pushing it away when it is time to land.
After your shuttle landed on the surface of the planet, you square your shoulders back and pocket the gifted lightsaber, preparing to trek the surface. Shifting into a softer persona to befriend the rebels, you exit your ship and start looking around for a sign of life.
You walk for what feels like miles through the greenery of Yavin 4, exhaustion weighing heavy on your body. As your feet grow increasingly weary, you find a collection of rebels seated around a fire, carrying on in a conversation. 
“Hello there….is this the rebel base? I heard tricklings from my system that you were looking for some help,” you said in mock innocence, your voice in a higher pitch than normal.
The rebels looked between one another and nodded, signaling for you to join their group with an open palmed wave.
“Looking to join the rebellion, eh?” A man speaks up.
“That’s the goal,” you chuckled, taking a seat.
“What brings you here, then?” Another voice spoke up from around the campfire.
“Not really a huge fan of dictatorship, I suppose,” your mind wandered to the Emporer, how he had been playing both sides of the Senate for long overdue. 
You had been pulled from the good side; your desire to follow love much stronger than your desire to reassert good in the galaxy. Was this weakness? 
Your time on the rebel base was sure to tell. As of this moment, Anakin insisted that there was a plan for you. The struggle between light and dark defined your existence these days. Eventually, you believed you would settle on one side or the other. And hopefully not betray Anakin in the meantime. 
“There are tricklings from our sources in the Empire that the Emporer is planning to do something viler than anyone has seen before in the galaxy,” a younger man spoke up from his seat. 
“Oh?” you inquired, not even you have heard of these plans. Perhaps as Anakin’s Empress, you were not granted such power.
“The Empire is gearing up for destruction and total control over our sector of the galaxy, with many more in the plans.”
You nodded, thinking over what you know, “how do they plan to do this?”
“The rumor is there’s a weapon.”
“A weapon?”
“The planet-destroying kind.”
“Huh,” and that was it. 
Keep to yourself. Eliminate the rebels. That was your mission. Establish what they know and what they don’t.
You sat with the group for hours, getting to know one another. Your sides hurt by the end of the night from passing jokes between one another. With the gentle ache in your diaphragm, you retired to your cot in the camp with the rebels. The leader promised you special training over the course of the week. 
The next day was spent training with rebel leaders on the base. 
The remains of the Jedi Order were unknown here, many of the rebels specialized in hand-to-hand combat or piloting. You squared off with the head leader, Val. You settled your feet into the ground about a foot apart from one another. As you settled into your stance, you thought back to your training with Anakin; your thoughts were calculated and precise. Here, you felt distracted, you reached out through the force for Anakin, with no response.
Anakin had taught you how to use a saber, to defend yourself but also to attack. Applying your strategies with simple punches and kicks, Val was impressed by your ability to fight off a threat.
“Where’d you learn to fight like that, kid?” she asked after you had landed a particularly nasty punch to her upper arm.
“My dad always said ladies should know how to fight.”
“Sounds like a good man,” she dismissed you, breaking her fighting stance to brush herself off.
“Yeah...he was,” you sighed, remember your father who had been the one to encourage you to join the Jedi, recognizing the power you had as a child.
You thought back to your youth when other children were playing with blocks, you were busy manipulating objects in space, amazed with the power that flowed through your fingers. Your parents were initially afraid of it; hiding you away, keeping you from the other children that ran through the streets. Eventually, they began to understand that they could no longer raise you considering the gifts you had.
You didn’t have much of a choice as you boarded the shuttle. Force-sensitive, they called it. As you grew from a youngling to padawan, eventually graduating, you had learned to master the force like the Jedi beside you. Here, on Yavin, you had to hide your force abilities, although they are much weaker than some beings, such as your own lover.
Anakin was the chosen one; he had brought balance to the force. The Jedi ruled for years with more control and numerous Jedi, outnumbering the few Sith that lived on. This is why the Emporer’s plan was so crucial to the galaxy. It was the true reading of the prophecy, after all. Anakin and you would work together to fulfill the destiny for the galaxy. In power and in love, you could conquer all.
You felt these feelings of passion take over your body as you again, tried to force them down. This was the reason for your expedition to the rebel base. The scum must be eliminated, per the Emporer’s direction, through Anakin’s command. Destiny fulfilled.
As you trained on the rebel base, you began to understand your role in the Empire. The rebels were disorganized and disillusioned. They were idealistic about the future of the galaxy. If they had known the plan that was in store for them, they would begin to understand that their future was a prophecy that was written many years ago by an intelligent maker beyond knowledge.
The Empire represented balance and truth. And you were here to maintain that.
You tossed in turned in your cot that night for what felt like hours. The feeling was indescribable. An all-consuming knowing is what you attributed it to. You felt a sense of purpose and a clear path of action.
You swung your legs over the side of the canvas cot, dug for your lightsaber in the layers of clothing, and ignited the hilt. The angry, unstable red of the blade ignited the room, shining upon the sleeping faces of the rebels. With fierce, determined steps you hovered over the cots of the rebels.
Such innocent, delirious sleeping faces, you thought to yourself. Their naivety was a weakness that must be eliminated. With one slash forward, you cut through the chest of one of the rebels, moving to the next with the same passion.
Finally, you landed upon Val’s cot. Raising the blade of your saber over your head, you prepared to land the blade into her chest when she turned to meet you. 
“I knew you were angry…” she whispered into the dark night, dripping bodies of her fellow rebels lying restless in their cots.
“The rebels are disillusioned. The Empire knows what is in store for you.”
“There will always be rulers like you,” she spits, rising to reach for her own weapon, “but there will always be those that will fight for justice,” she finishes as she raises her weapon to collide with your blade.
“And there will always be those who are too foolish to see the truth!” you exclaim, bringing the blade into her ribs as she stumbled to the ground.
You pin the blade to her neck. The silver floral hilt glimmers in the pale light; you take a moment to admire the gift.
“You lack the courage to beg for mercy…” you purr.
“The rebellion will hear of my death at the hands of the Empire’s empress. We will not go unnoticed. The Empire will pay for what it has done…”
“Oh shut up,” you hiss, finally slashing through the neck of the rebel that sparred with you as cohorts mere hours before.
You disengaged the blade of your saber once again before leaving the scene. You trekked through the same green path as you did when you landed yesterday, picking up the commlink to get in touch with the Empire once you’ve made it a safe distance.
“This is the Empress. I need to speak with the Apprentice.”
Anakin’s modified breaths filled the space before his voice, “my queen.”
“The mission was a success, Anakin. The rebels have been eliminated. Weak and foolish. Dead in their own beds…” you replayed the memory of your lightsaber piercing through flesh in your mind. The memory filled your bloodstream with adrenaline.
You boarded the ship as Anakin replied, “very good, my empress. Come back to us. We will receive you proudly,” he stated, the line going immediately dead.
Sitting, you smirked to yourself, punching in the correct coordinates, flying away to reunite with your lover once again.
Your shuttle docked and you left the ship, walking back onto the Star Destroyer. Anakin was there to meet you, helmet and all.
“It is good to see you again, my queen. Let’s wash the blood from your hands…” he held his hand out to you.
You took it, allowing him to guide you through the halls of the Destroyer to your shared quarters. As you were safely hidden away in the security of your own room, he shed the heavy gear that consumed his alter ego. He sighed sitting down the helmet, turning to you.
“I missed you, Anakin,” you said softly, stepping up to him, to reach your arms around him.
He hugged you back, resting his chin gently on the top of your head, “I missed you too, my dear, but I am very proud of the work that you have done for the Empire.”
“Thank you…”
“Of course,” he tips your chin up to meet his face, leaning in for a gentle yet passionate kiss.
You reciprocated the kiss, growing more passionate by the moment. Hands began to wander each other’s bodies as you continued to kiss him with immense passion. As two souls reunite, you made your way to the bed. 
Anakin laid you down gently on your back, lips leaving your lips to kiss over your jaw and then down your neck. Finding any exposed skin that he could, he made sure to pepper it with light kisses. He glided his hands in between the layers of neutral clothing that disguised you.
“My queen…”
“Ani…”
“Yes, my dear..?”
“Touch me…” you whined.
He chuckled, pulling your clothes from your body, littering the floor around the bed. In his wake, he continued the trail of kisses, accenting with the occasional nip. Your fingers twisted their way into his curls, tugging slightly to beg for more.
Without another word, Anakin rolled over onto his back, pulling you atop his now bare waist.
“Show your emperor what you can do…”
“Yes, my lord,” you smirked, rolling yourself onto him.
Your pace was smooth, Anakin gripped onto your hips as he leaned his head back in pleasure. Accenting your moans that filled the room with quiet groans.
Anakin praised you over and over that night, affirming your place by his side as his queen. He showered you in “I love yous” and so much more. Warmth radiated inside you, building as you approach climax. 
With a hand spread on Anakin’s abdomen, you reciprocate his praises to him, admiring his strength as the Emperor’s apprentice. This was his true place in the galaxy; with you, ruling over those beneath him. 
You fell over the edge of the precipice together, huffing and sighing heavily from the overwhelming pleasure seizing through your bones. Rolling off of Anakin to lay beside him, he turned to face you.
“The Empire will surely have great plans for you, my dear. Right beside me.”
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ao3feed-shakarian · 8 years ago
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A Precipice in Front, Wolves Behind
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by bamfbugboy
A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. A precipice in the front, wolves behind. The gravity of the situation weighs upon Commander Jane Shepard.
Words: 1175, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Mass Effect
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Garrus Vakarian, Jack | Subject Zero
Relationships: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
Additional Tags: Angst, Post-Endgame, Temporary Character Death, Self-Sacrifice, Romance, Drama, Reminiscing
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thatviciousheart · 7 years ago
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"A fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi," (un abis în față și lupii în spate), i-a spus Kathleen înainte de a face acea mișcare îndrăzneață de a-l săruta pe vampirul care îi era gardă de corp lui Ysandre. Dacă ar fi realizat prin ce suferință trece în acele clipe, atunci poate că nu ar mai fi procedat astfel. Își amintea, când, înainte de a-si găsit sfârșitul în casa Glass, a văzut o bufniță albă. Acesta stătea înfoiata pe pervazul scăldat în lumina lunii. Kathleen se pregătea să plece în oraș, dar ochii galbeni ai păsării îi trimiteau o senzație acută de iritare, ca o daltă de spart gheața care i se înfigea in creier. Bufnița avea ciocul negru și se uita la ea. De obicei, aceste creaturi apar atunci când se întâmplă ceva rău, prevestind astfel potopul. Prima dată s-a pricopsit cu ea când au murit părinții lui Adam. El era doar un copil, iar Kathleen s-a trezit deodată mamă adoptivă, deși nu era decât cu vreo zece ani mai în vârstă ca el. Și-au purtat amândoi de grijă, au învățat să se accepte, cu bune, cu rele.
Apoi, a doua oară, bufnița și-a făcut apariția când l-a prins pe logodnicul ei, din acea vreme, cu o altă femeie. Era atât de furioasă, mai ales că urma să îi dea vestea cea mare și atunci când a vrut să coboare scările, nu a fost atentă unde a calcat și a alunecat pe trepte, frângandu-si gâtul. A doua zi s-a trezit în casă și încetul cu încetul a realizat ce a pățit și în ce stare se afla. Bineînțeles că Henry fugise fără urmă, ca un laș ce era. De atunci a jurat că nu se va mai lăsa manipulată la fel de un reprezentant al sexului opus. I-au trebuit luni întregi sa îi explice lui Adam ce se întâmplă, chiar daca era în ultimul an de liceu și ar fi înțeles. Bufnița nu a apărut când nepotul ei a murit, așa că nu a avut cum să prevestească acest eveniment. Acum, avea același sentiment, deși nu mai văzuse creatura de când a devenit fantomă. "Și crezi că aș putea să te văd altfel? Nu ești un monstru. Uneori monștrii sunt tocmai oamenii care pozează în creaturi inocente."
Sărutul părea atât de firesc, de la locul lui, încât toate temerile ei s-au ascuns intr-un cotlon al minții sale. "Dacă asta am simțit pe moment... Live the moment. Be bold. They say." A doua oară, Thomas a fost cel care a sărutat-o fără teamă, savurând amândoi fiecare clipă. Vorbele lui însă, au trezit din nou acea bănuială, dar Kathleen așteptă până au ajuns în dreptul casei. De cum au urcat treptele, o forță invizibilă îl împinse pe Thomas de pe verandă. Ea își arcui elegant o sprânceană și-i zise: "plimbarea noastră se încheie aici, Thomas. Mulțumesc pentru că m-ai adus până acasă. Pe mâine!" Îi zâmbi. Era precaută și nu îl invită înăuntru. Vorbeau câte în lună și în stele, s-au sărutat în acea seară, dar nu făcea o astfel de greșeală. Nu când în casă mai erau patru suflete. "Îmi pare rău," i-a șoptit ea. Și-ar fi dorit ca lucrurile să fie diferite. Degeaba însă... O făcuse deja când Adam a murit. Nu avea cum altfel să își salveze nepotul. Suporta toate ifosele lui Ysandre, doar ca să îl știe în siguranță. Îi era ca un fiu...
"Am mai multe gloanțe în mașină și argint pe care îl putem topi pentru a le fabrica..." Erik îi aruncă o privire lui Adam gen 'I like her', era o versiune îmbunătățită a lui Eadlyn din copilărie. Capota mașinii era stropita cu vopsea ce conținea particule de argint, deci vampirii se ardeau dacă ajungeau la ea. Nu era mult... Dar totuși era o măsură de protecție! Pentru cineva ca Dawn, vestea a avut un impact major, dar pentru ei, cei trei care știau deja cu ce se mănâncă secretele din East End, nimic nu ii mai speria. Erik o ajută să se așeze, iar Eadlyn se oferi să îi facă un ceai. "Ești nebună? Pleci acum? În toiul nopții? Vampirii roiesc pe străzile din oraș. Vrei sa fii un hamburger pe două picioare?!" O apostrofă grijuliu tânărul Schreave. "Ar trebui sa îl asculți," puncta Eadlyn. "Lumea asta nu este un film ieftin." Pusese deja apă la fiert, după ce găsise ușor un ceainic. Însă nu știa unde țineau ceaiul și cănile, așa că va trebui să deschidă toate dulapurile și să cotrobăie. Dacă îi dădea Adam voie...
Îi făcu semn să vină pe hol, apoi îi zise: "trebuie să îmi aduc armele din mașină. Puștile tale ne ajută enorm. Dar avem nevoie de muniție." Pistolul de 9 mm era sub scaunul șoferului, intr-un toc Velcro. La fel și geanta din portbagaj. Și doar ea cunoștea locurile in care le-a ascuns. La îndemână, dar totuși greu de depistat. "Iar Dawn are nevoie de odihnă. E în stare să fugă pe ușă, în toiul nopții!" Vru să mai spună ea multe, însă îi auzi vocea lui Kathleen, mătușa lui Adam. Ajunsese și ea teafără și nevătămată. "Shhhhh..." Încerca să audă cu cine discută.
Cum să nu își facă griji când era clar că ceva nu îi dădea pace, iar Ysandre îl amenințase. Îl avea la mâna cu un secret, dar care dintre ele? Avea atâtea secole în spate, încât putea să fie orice. Sau o slăbiciune… Rotitele din mintea sa funcționau la viteza maximă, încercând să citească printre rânduri. “Thomas…” Îi spuse numele ca pe o rugăminte. Bărbatul nu îi dădea drumul la mâna, deși slăbise strânsoarea. Îl privi în ochi, zâmbindu-i celui care putea să îi fie oricând călău. “Ești practic un original. Cu siguranță poți să te împotrivești mai bine decât un vampir creat de curând…” mai apoi, Kathleen pufni amuzată de întrebarea lui. “La tine sau la mine? Nu mai suntem adolescenți sa fim prinși când ne e lumea mai dragă,” i-a răspuns ea. De cele mai multe ori spunea exact ce gândea, deși, spre deosebire de Erik sau Adam, trecea toate acele idei prin filtrul personal. Știa și ea că dacă o va conduce acasă, atunci acolo vor da nas in nas cu cei patru tineri, iar dacă mergeau la el acasă, puteau să le dea de bănuit vampirilor. Asta dacă nu se întâmplase deja.
Până la urmă au decis sa pornească spre casa Glass, dar pe jos, căci mașina ei fusese împrumutată. Făcuse bine când i-a lăsat lui Erik cheile, cum altfel să o ducă acasă pe Dawn după ce a leșinat. “Crezi că nu îi spun asta? Dar cine mă aude? Și pereții fac o treabă mai bună!” Mai aveau câteva case până ajungeau la destinație, așa că femeia l-a oprit pe alee, privind pentru câteva clipe în jur, ca să se asigure că nu îi urmărește nimeni. Dar chiar și-asa, vampirii erau silențiosi și nici nu realizai când îi aveai lângă tine, ci doar când era mult prea târziu. “Mi-ai spune dacă ceva ar fi în neregulă, nu? Dacă să zicem că cineva ne-ar vrea morți mult mai devreme decât ne e scris, nu?” Își juca șansele, apropiindu-se periculos de mult de vampir, apoi îi atinse obrazul cu buricele degetelor. “Am vrut să fac asta de mai mult timp,” adaugă Kathleen, eliminând orice distanță care era intre ei, până când și-a luat inima în dinți și l-a sărutat. She was playing her odds until the very end. Era sigură că avea puterea necesară să lupte împotriva voinței Reginei. Curajul și poate inconsistența celor patru îi alimentau și ei puterea de convingere.
Ar fi trebuit să își ia armele mai devreme din mașină și sa îi aștepte cu geanta lângă ea, însă cine ar fi învinovățit-o după ce a fost la un pas de moarte? De ce a fost proastă și a crezut o pistă pe care nu a verificat-o mai bine? Dacă ar afla, tatăl ei ar fi al naibii de dezamăgit. Trebuia să gândească doua mutari înaintea vampirilor, să fie mereu cu un pas în față, nu în spate. Să nu fie slabă… Să o preocupe doar soarta oamenilor pe care trebuia să îi protejeze de colții sugatorilor de sânge. Momentul lor aproximativ intim a fost tulburat de vocea groasă a lui Erik, care i-a trezit la realitate. Nu era locul, dar nici clipă pentru o astfel de manifestare a ușurării sufletești pe care o simțeau. “Este generalul lor?” Întrebă blondina de cum au intrat în casă. Trebuia să își dea seama că avea de-a face cu un vampir original. Sau cel puțin la fel de bătrân ca Ysandre ori Klaus. “Totuși m-a lăsat să plec. L-ati invitat vreodată în casă? Suntem în siguranță?” Se interesă ea, intrând în full vampire hunter mode. Nici Adam nu a fost mai prejos, când a scos din debara două arme. “Argint?”
Dacă le-ar fi găsit vampirii, le-ar fi confiscat, însă familia Glass avea întotdeauna un plan B. Era mai bine sa fie acoperiți, decât să moară pe capete. Așa cum nici Kathleen nu l-ar fi lăsat pe Adam singur împotriva curentului, fara nici o pistă salvatoare. Și cum, in East End nu știai cat mai ai de trăit, femeia i-a lăsat casa pe numele lui, în cazul în care ea devenea cina vreunui vampir. Dawn?! Două perechi de ochi s-au îndreptat în direcția ei, iar Eadlyn se duse țintă la ea ca să o îmbrățișeze. “Honey, that’s a long story…” Nici nu știa de unde să înceapă, dar Erik i-o lua înainte, ducându-se la fata, îngrijorat de starea ei fragilă. “Draga mea,” începu Eadlyn și îi privi pe cei doi bărbați, parcă așteptând semnalul lor. “Vampirii sunt cat se poate de reali. Edward Cullen e doar un personaj fictiv, care nu are nimic de-a face cu adevărații sugatori de sânge. True Blood, pe de altă parte… That’s the real shit! Pardon my language! Oh, and Buffy, the vampire slayer,” spuse ea mândră de propria-i afirmație. Adora cultura creată în jurul acestui mit, cel puțin în cele două seriale, dar când realitatea bate filmul… Ei bine, trebuia să gândească lucid. “Și eu sunt un vânător de vampiri. Duc tradiția familiei mai departe.”
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shaematema-blog · 8 years ago
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A fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi
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everythinggeeky · 5 years ago
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coming soon 👀
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Summary: Anakin has been increasingly distant in the last few weeks and reader has noticed. Suddenly, Anakin makes a proposal that reader can no longer resist. She never expected the horrors that follow.
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everythinggeeky · 5 years ago
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i LOVE the new anakin series it is *chef’s kiss* tysm for the tag, can’t wait to read more!
thank you, thank you!! as always! 💕
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