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[thesassypadawan]

Beloved Master *Fragmented* (Unburnt Darth Vader x FemPadawan Reader)

Summary: A dream? Was it really all just a dream? Or maybe…it’s a second chance? A second chance to set things right, to bring him back. (A ‘What if’ to Beloved Master, where Anakin’s padawan fights to bring him back from the dark side.)

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of some violence and mention of character death. Padawan reader is of age.

Note: Read Beloved Master First

Happy Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all April long!

A little something for @jediskywalkerblog ! It was truly a pleasure to write this! As soon as I read your ask, I knew exactly what do! I had a lot of fun with it, cannot not emphasize that enough!  Hope you like it! ❤️

“I love you too, Lord Vader.”

As the words fell from your lips, the world began to shift…distort. Until it was all fragmented…then faded into darkness.

“Little one… Little one…” A voice rang out. One you hadn’t heard in quite some time. One you thought no longer existed. “Little one, don’t listen to him!”

Your eyes snapped open. Dazed and confused, you tried to take in your surroundings. Orange skies. Cries of agony and pain all around you. The temple engulfed in flames. And a distraught looking…

“Master Kenobi!” You exclaimed in disbelief. Shocked and horrified as the events of that dreadful night slowly unfolded in front of you once more. “What are you-”

“Now’s not the time!” Obi-Wan yelled; tugging on your arm, trying to lead you away from the chaos. “You need to come with me! We must-”

A familiar presence, a blaze of blue light. Only this time…you met it with your own burning yellow. “Nooo!”

Catching him off guard, you had sent Anakin stumbling backwards with a force push. A mix of anger and confusion etched on his face. “What are you doing?!”

Straightening yourself up, you swallowed hard. “Bringing you back.” And without a second thought, you ignited the other half of your saber.

You flew at him, easily falling into step with one another. Clash after clash. Spark after spark. Sizzling endlessly as yours repeatedly came down against his.

Back and forth, the two of you continued this dance. Eyes reflecting each other’s pain…remorse…desperation. As you both fought with your all.

Every swing, every blow sent waves of raw emotions down your bond. Threatening to tear your hearts apart.

Twisting quickly, you knock the saber from his hands. Sending it sailing through the air, leaving him defenseless.

“Well done, angel,” Ani muttered. Bowing his head in defeat as he dropped to his knees.

Chest heaving, tears cascading down your cheeks. You nodded in acknowledgement, saying softly. “I learned from the best.”

Deactivating your own saber, you joined him on the ground. Hands reaching out shakily, pulling him into a tight embrace.

You felt him hesitate for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around you. Burying his face into the side of you neck, sobbing. “I’m…I’m s-so sorry! I…I…”

“It’s okay, it’s over now,” you whispered, hands rubbing soothingly up and down his back. “All that matters is you came back to me. That-”

“You came back to us,” Obi-Wan added. A hint of relief in his voice as he came to stand behind you. “And I do believe that this belongs to you.”

You didn’t need to see to know that Obi had returned his saber. “Thank you, master. For always having faith in me, for being so…naïve.”

Because the sound of it igniting and the painful cry that followed after told you so.

“Ani,” you spoke slowly. “What have you done?”

“I did what was necessary,” he replied nonchalantly.

Untangling himself from your hold, he stood. Yellow eyes staring down at you menacingly; his hand outstretched, waiting for yours. “It’s all going to be okay; you’re safe, my empress.”

You knew you should be terrified. That you should be completely, utterly distraught…disgusted with yourself. Instead you took his hand and stepped over the cold, lifeless body of the man you both had fondly called ‘father’. “Light the way, my lord.”

As the words fell from your lips, the world began to shift…distort. Until it was all fragmented…then faded into darkness.

“Hatari… Hatari…” A voice rang out. One you love so dearly. One you dread so thoroughly. “Hatari, are you all right?”

Your eyes snapped open. Dazed and confused, you tried to take in your surroundings. Silken sheets. The sound of a fire crackling in the hearth. Ominous red light trickling between a crack in the lavish bed chamber curtains. And a concerned looking…

“Ani?” You asked groggily. Body feeling heavy as you tried to push yourself up into a seated position. “What’s-”

“Little one okay too?” He muttered softly… “He’s not kicking you too hard, is he?” …placing his hand on your very swollen stomach.

A familiar chill ran down your spine, the realization setting in. That it was only a dream, that this was your one and true fate. Forever at your beloved master's husband’s side…no matter what.

Fighting back the tears, your hands joined his. Fingers lacing with his, tracing the small flutters across your stretched skin. “Everything is fine. I love you, Lord Vader.”

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Congrats for the followers! If I may make a suggestion:

Obi Wan × Fem Nautolan Jedi Reader & Harvest Festival & Angst and Romance (any n/sfw works)

I Will Be There

Summary: When you and Obi-Wan arrive on the planet for your latest mission, you expect it’ll be quick and simple. You do have the famed negotiator with you after all, but when negotiations are stalled due to a planet-wide harvest festival, he decides to take advantage of the situation.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F! Nautolan Jedi Reader

Word Count: 975

Prompt: Harvest Festival

Warnings: Kinda angsty

A/N: Hi there! Thanks for the request! I like to joke that I'm only pretending to be a vod'ika, but I'm actually an ori'vod. Anyway, this has more angst and humor than romance, I think. But I was running out of words. And Obi-Wan gets 212 orange divider because my options were that or Howzer teal.

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Watching Obi-Wan work is always a treat.

For him, negotiations are like an art form, and watching him work is like watching a master artist craft a new masterpiece.

It almost makes you wish that your master taught you the intricacies of diplomacy. Almost. And then you remember that you love flying far too much to give it up for talking.

Still, you’re surprised that this mission is taking so long. 

Your gaze doesn’t wander away from the man you’re speaking to, though you do reach out through the force to send a questioning nudge toward Obi-Wan.

You get the sensation of disgruntlement from him.

Problems? You send, even as you cover your mouth to hide your smile at a joke the soldier told you. He’s flirting with you. Poorly, but still flirting all the same. Poor man actually thinks he stands a chance.

To put it mildly. Obi-Wan’s mental voice is silent for a moment, and then you get a feeling of warm amusement from him, having fun?

I can’t tell if he thinks he actually thinks he has a chance, or if he’s just flirting to flirt. You reply lightly.

Obi-Wan doesn’t reply, and you’re confused for a moment before you feel his hand press lightly on your shoulder, “Are you ready to head back to the hotel?”

“I’m ready if you are,” You reply with a single nod, and then you offer a shallow bow towards the guard, “Thank you for the information.” He bows back, and then turns and marches away, and you allow yourself to fall into step with Obi-Wan.

He’s frowning slightly, that doesn’t bode well.

Still, you’re skilled enough to know better than to say anything while you’re still in the Parliament building, though the moment you step outside, you turn to look at him, “You said that there are problems?”

He nods, “Yes. The negotiations have stalled.”

You blink at him, “They haven’t even started yet.” You take a moment to pull the leather band keeping your head tentacles bound behind you off, and you shove the cloth into your pocket, “How can they have already stalled?”

“Because of the harvest festival.” Obi-Wan replies, “It starts tomorrow, and it lasts for the majority of the week. Apparently, it’s illegal for government offices to work during the harvest festival.”

“Then why did they call us now?”

Obi-Wan shrugs, “I couldn’t begin to guess, honestly.” He absently rubs his jaw, “But since we’re already here—”

You gasp theatrically, “Don’t tell me that Golden Boy Kenobi is suggesting that we take some downtime at the harvest festival!”

He waves his hand towards you dismissively, “Don’t call me that, but yes. I am.” Obi-Wan pauses and then glances at you and there’s a look on his face that makes your face burn, “It’ll be nice to spend time with you, just the two of us.”

You’re not stupid. Or blind.

This thing between you and Obi-Wan has been there since you were both initiates. And while your masters both did their best to squash it before it became a problem, it never really worked.

“Careful Golden Boy,” You tease with a heavy heart, “You’re going to lose your sheen.”

“It’s just us here, Little Blue,” Obi-Wan counters, using his private nickname for you.

“Yeah, but we both know that’s a bell that can’t be unrung,” You turn away from him and fold your arms behind your head, “Anyway, we should get back to the hotel.”

Obi-Wan hurries to keep up with you, “You do remember that we’re sharing a room, right?”

“Ew, boy cooties.”

He elbows you, “What are you, 5?”

“Five times more mature than you are,”

He glares at you and then, with a shove, pushes you into the pond you’re walking past. “Gosh,” Obi-Wan says with an unrepentant grin, even as he offers you his hand, “You should be more careful, my old friend.”

You huff and take his hand, “When we get back to Coruscant, I’m stealing Ani and telling him about the bubbles in the fountains.”

“That was your idea.”

“I don’t recall.”

You resolutely ignore the way that your hand tingles when he takes your hand in his and pulls you back to your feet. And you ignore the way his thumb slides against the top of your hand. And you ignore the way that your hearts race when you stumble against him because you’re lighter than he assumed.

You ignore a lot of things when it comes to Obi-Wan.

You know that it’s only a matter of time before one of you slips on this tightrope the pair of you have been walking since you were children. You just hope that no one gets hurt when one of you falls.

The following morning, Obi-Wan drags you out of the hotel to explore the Harvest Festival, his hand firm in yours as he drags you from stall to stall.

And you should have known better than to assume that it was innocent.

Because when Obi-Wan tugs you into a dark alley, you don’t fight him on it.

When he shares his pastry with you, you don’t question it.

When he leans in and kisses powdered sugar off your lips, you don’t stop him. 

When your back hits the stone wall behind you, and he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding down your body to wrap securely around your waist, you wrap your arms around his neck and tangle your hands in his soft hair.

And when he whispers that he loves you, you let out a laugh that’s more of a sob as you tell him you love him too.

This story doesn’t have a happy ending. You know it. He knows it. But right here, right now the galaxy is at peace and you can pretend that a happy ending is in your story.

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[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 12 - Coming Untouched

For an anon who requested: Anakin fingering Obi-Wan until he comes untouched~ 🥰

Jump Into the River - 1,684 Rating: E Content: Established Relationship / Explicit Sexual Content / Anal Fingering / Fingerfucking / Orgasm Edging / Coming Untouched / Teasing / Anal Play

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There was a certain ebb and flow when it came to pleasure; a rocking back and forth from the depths of ecstasy to the precipice of release.

“Anakin…”

Like the steady resolve of the surf along the beach, the rush of blood through the skull was like the sound of crashing waves along the shores, the inky black waters both terrifying and alluring.

“Like that… yes, just like that…”

It was easy to get lost when one was following a promised release with steady steps, guided by the rush and the swell, pleasure just on the edge of pain as it coursed through every nerve of one’s body. Doubly so when your pleasure twined and curled with another’s, every sensation shared; their bliss your bliss, their passion your passion, their desires yours both body and soul.

“C’mon, darling, just a little more.”

Anakin’s hands stopped.

Warmed metal sat weighted and comforting inside Obi-Wan, pressing against his walls, filling him up. Anakin’s flesh hand rested against his belly and beneath his cock, offering no satisfaction save for the steady pressure he applied as he slowly fingered Obi-Wan open with his mechno-hand, digits moving at a deliciously steady pace. But now they had stopped, and Obi-Wan was confronted with a both maddening and beautiful sight.

Anakin hovered above Obi-Wan framed by the light of the lamp behind him, honey-brown curls and bronzed skin practically glowing beneath the amber tones. He was naked, his skin streaked with sweat that beaded up to join the collection of beauty marks and freckles that dotted across his chest and down lower still. Eyes darkened by desire stared down at Obi-Wan, framed by thick lashes that fluttered as he admired. His lips were pink from beard-burn and parted in a soft pout, chest heaving with each steady breath, lungs filling with the muggy air that smelled like sex and incense.

He smiled when he noted Obi-Wan’s attention, soft and sweet.

“More how?” he asked in an equally soft and sweet voice.

“Another finger,” Obi-Wan replied as he tried to keep his composure.

Anakin had been teasing him for well over an hour, at first playing with his rim before pressing a single digit inside. He’d worked up to two fingers over the course of the hour, plunging them inside until his knuckles hit the base of Obi-Wan before pulling out, dragging his fingers along Obi-Wan’s walls and prostate before slipping out to tease the rim again.

It was frustrating.

It was painful.

It was ecstasy made manifest.

It was everything Obi-Wan had asked for.

But he needed more.

His cock remained neglected, hard and thick as it rested on Anakin’s hand. Precome spilled steadily from it, sticky like melted sugars and apparently just as delicious, Anakin collecting some now and again to spread across his own cock and his pink-red tongue. He groaned any time he did it, hips stuttering forward as he sucked on his fingers and curled his mechno-hand inside Obi-Wan, earning himself a low groan from Obi-Wan as pleasure blossomed deep within.

“Another finger…” Anakin repeated. He said it in a way that made Obi-Wan realize he was going to have to work for it.

“Darling…”

Anakin turned his head to the side as he slipped his hand out all together, fingers catching on Obi-Wan’s rim before he dropped his hand to his own cock. He started touching himself, jerking his cock with a lazy grip as he stared down at Obi-Wan from his perch between his legs. “Say it, Master…”

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth and glared. Anakin wasn’t phased, eyes skittering down to look at Obi-Wan’s cock before going back up to lock eyes with him.

“Just do as I ask,” Obi-Wan said, though his voice belied his command.

“Wasn’t it you who was just telling me I need to be more polite?” Anakin took his hand off his cock and started swirling his fingers along Obi-Wan’s thighs, his touch barely there. Jumping slightly, Obi-Wan reached down to snatch Anakin’s hand but was refused by Anakin’s quicker reflexes. “And wasn’t it you,” he continued, “who said I needed to be more patient?”

Sometimes Obi-Wan really resented Anakin’s selective memory.

A part of him wanted to try and hold out, but he was so close to the edge that it was starting to hurt - and not in a very pleasurable way. His cock was swollen against his belly, foreskin pulled back to show off the ruddy red head that leaked profusely against his stomach, and his balls were drawn in so tight that the pressure was slowly driving him mad.

But Anakin was just as close as Obi-Wan was, his own cock bouncing between his thighs, normally loose hanging balls drawn up just as tight, his excitement flickering just as brightly in their bond that Obi-Wan was unsure of whose bliss he was experiencing.

Shifting, he dug his heels into the bed and lifted his hips, his hands digging into his cheeks to spread them wide. Anakin swallowed, the sound of it thick in the air, as Obi-Wan presented himself. Anakin let out a soft moan that pooled in Obi-Wan’s guts, making his hole flutter and his cock pulse. It wasn’t a comfortable position but it didn’t have to be - he knew he’d almost won the battle.

“Fill me, darling… press deep inside me and give me the things only you can give me,” he whispered, voice wrecked with arousal and embarrassment in equal measure. “I need you inside, my Padawan. Do as I ask…”

Anakin hesitated a moment longer, attention focused on Obi-Wan’s hole and his hole alone.

So then he did what any negotiator would do.

He capitulated in order to get what he wanted.

“Please.”

Anakin groaned and collapsed on top of Obi-Wan, capturing him in a messy kiss as he slipped three fingers deep inside. Obi-Wan moaned into Anakin’s mouth, body shuddering as the sense of being filled overwhelmed. His hips stuttered down of their own accord, seeking more of Anakin’s touch as his prostate was rubbed and pushed into.

They kept the kiss going, Anakin’s tongue hot across Obi-Wan’s own, teeth sharp as he bit and nipped, moans sweet like honey that Obi-Wan swallowed up with relish. His cock remained neglected but Obi-Wan didn’t care, pleasure furling out from his prostate to slide along his cock and into every nerve and sensor in his body, the waves lapping at his limbs while the darkness of the oceans below beckoned him closer and closer.

And then the vibration started.

Obi-Wan broke from the kiss with a loud groan, hips rocking upward as Anakin’s mechno-fingers hummed deep within. Squeezing his eyes shut he gripped the sheets and thrust downward, forcing Anakin’s fingers to press into his walls and prostate, sending shockwave after shockwave of bliss through his weary limbs. He could feel the ghost of Anakin’s smirk on his jaw, and he grabbed a fist-full of his curls and dragged him back for a deep kiss, desperate for the taste of his boy on his lips as he finally jumped.

His orgasm ripped through him with no subtlety. Like the tide coming in Obi-Wan crashed against his resolve and finally allowed his release to come. His cock pulsed between them, ribbons of come spilling out to coat his belly and thighs, staining him in his own messes as he writhed beneath Anakin. He huffed into Anakin’s mouth, unable to keep the embrace going but unwilling to let him go, desperate for his breath and the scent of him to guide him further into the abyss.

Another wave of pleasure hit then, Anakin’s fingers still driving deep inside, still pulsing and moving. It almost hurt the intensity of his second orgasm, his cock twitching, his nerves firing, raised bumps spreading out across his skin as his core was hollowed into and his release was poured out by Anakin’s carefully trained hands. Toes curling and hands clawing, he pressed and pressed against Anakin’s hand, pushing him in as far as he could go to chase the last of his orgasm before it was all over.

Collapsing back on to the bed, Obi-Wan groaned as Anakin continued to play with his hole, his body overstimulated but no less willing to give Anakin what he too needed. With a sigh he released his hold on Anakin and rolled on to his stomach, allowing Anakin to reposition him. Anakin straddled one of his legs and spread his cheeks with one hand, the other furiously stroking himself as he stared at Obi-Wan’s stretched entrance.

Aiding Anakin, Obi-Wan reached behind and spread himself, allowing Anakin to thrust into both his hands as he grunted up above. Turning his head he admired Anakin as he came, watching the tendons of his neck strain and tense as he threw his head back, lips parting as he let out a breathy moan, Obi-Wan’s name on the tip of his tongue as it peeked through his teeth.

Come splashed across Obi-Wan’s back and he turned his head, pressing his face into the pillows as Anakin leaned down to bite his shoulder as he huffed out another release, and another, before he collapsed on top of Obi-Wan.

Reaching up, Obi-Wan cupped the back of Anakin’s head and scratched the base of his skull, earning himself a soft little sigh of contentment. He was sore and thoroughly abused, covered in both his and Anakin’s fluids, stretched wide and defiled in all sorts of ways. And yet he felt like perhaps this was how he should always be - wrapped up in his boy’s arms, used by him and only him, adored and admired and desired.

Turning his head he breathed in the thick air. “Thank you, Anakin,” he mumbled.

Anakin kissed his shoulder. “See what a little politeness will get you, Master?”

[fanfic-obsessed]

Mediation...?

This one I came up with as I walked to work, and so we will all explore it. It is a Post Empire AU. I know, I do not usually go for post-empire, but the horror and humor of this idea spoke to me.  

Let’s take a look, yeah?

The AU part is that both Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker survived through the end of the Empire. So we don’t have to deal with too many changes too early, Obi Wan was severely injured and in Bacta for the entire time of the OT (or he got injured again just before the events of each movie, whichever works better). 

After Vader comes back to the light, he is fitted with prosthetics that actually fit (including being the correct height). He is still required to wear a mask ,but it is more like Plo Koons than Vader (covering his mouth and nose but not his entire face). The burns he got from Mufastar meant that he had no hair, and the suit he wore for those years meant that he was unnaturally pale. As a consequence he no longer looks like Vader (not just because he lost 5 inches in height with the correct legs).  

Most of the galaxy does not know that Vader and Anakin Skywalker are the same person. Anakin was also largely forgotten, and the few who did remember him (without knowing the Vader connection) would quietly muse about how much Vader seemed to hate Anakin Skywalker, the Hero without Fear (there is no doubt in my head that the person Vader hated the most was Anakin). 

The Rebels do know that Anakin and Vader are the same person. Even as they are working to build the New Republic, no one is quite sure what, if anything, Anakin Skywalker should be charged with (War crimes. So many war crimes, they would need to invent new war crimes specifically for Vader-Though to be fair he is not the only living member of the Empire’s ruling body for this to be true). If he does need to be charged, and they could figure out what with, does his fall to the dark side constitute a mitigating factor (some kind of diminished capacity) or an enhancement (like a hate crime)? Where does killing the Emperor fit into any sentence he would have to serve? Is there even a way to enforce any sentence that a court could impose?

All of these questions and more would have to be answered before any trials could commence (including: how far does “following orders” mitigate actions, and how far up the chain of command can that excuse be used?). In the meanwhile Anakin hangs awkwardly around with his son when he is able. 

Luke wants, deeply, to help his father become comfortable around people again. He also does not quite…understand is probably the best term…understand the depth of the horrors that Vader/Anakin created in his 20 years in the suit.  In his mind he knows, and has been told, most of what Vader has done, but to a certain extent he separated Anakin and Vader in his mind so there is a bit of disconnect (Some understandable cognitive dissonance). 

He is at least aware enough that he is not looking to find Anakin friends among the rebels, who would naturally think of Vader first (and thus it would be uncomfortable for all involved). He understands that asking someone like Leia to try and befriend the being that tortured her then blew up her planet is not a good idea. 

But there is one person he knows thinks of Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader as two different people. Obi Wan Kenobi.  Who is decidedly avoiding Anakin (in this Anakin can not blame him, the return to the light means that he does actually need to face everything he has done), but is also low key avoiding most people. Mostly Obi Wan is staying around the clones that still live (both to help those clones with their own guilt over their actions while chipped, the fact that their aging has finally been brought to human normal,  and frankly because he likes them more than most people these days-I imagine at least Cody-CodyWan for the win-, Rex, Gregor, Appo, and Wolffe but there are a good crowd), and the few Force users that survived the Purge. Also spending time with Leia.

Now a few things need to be made abundantly clear at this point. Luke does not know of the horrors Anakin perpetrated, as opposed to Vader (For all that Palpatine labeled him Vader before the march on the temple, I always headcanon that his last act as purely Anakin was the slaughter of the children in the council chamber but even then he did not truly become Vader until after he finds out that Padme died), not really. Few enough who live remember the march on the temple, what it meant that the temple (the home of the Jedi) was pillaged and burned. Fewer still ever knew that it was Anakin that led the march and slaughtered the children.  

Oddly enough, Anakin Skywalker is the only person in the galaxy who knows the true horrific extent of his own crimes. 

So Luke, with all the best of intentions, notices that Obi Wan is avoiding Anakin, and decides he will help his father and his teacher/mentor/uncle/that weird dude that lived in the desert makeup. Luke is attributing the awkwardness to Anakin’s 20 years as Vader (which, if we are being completely honest, is the least of the issues between Anakin and Obi Wan).

Luke decides he is going to hold something like a mediation to bridge those 20 years. Anakin is, at this point, incapable of denying Luke anything and agrees (in spite of the fact that even he can tell this will go poorly). Obi Wan does not actually agree as Luke does not tell him what they are meeting for, but once he arrives is semi blackmailed by Luke (leveraging the whole ‘you told me my father was dead thing/you lied to me my whole life’) which really only works because Obi Wan is also fairly vulnerable to young Skywalker children who remind him of the people who Obi Wan has lost (Satine would have done something similar, Obi Wan think nostalgically). Thinking that an audience would help create a more neutral location, Luke makes sure that Obi Wan is accompanied by a few of the clones (Appo in particular), and that Leia, Han, and Mon Mothma (as one of the few people who remember Padme and Anakin) are in the room. There are others. 

Now Luke has all the best intentions with this, but he is, at best, missing some very critical information. At worst he is taking after one of his father’s worst traits (so sure he can fix a relationship that is not his, and is probably better left broken). 

Both Anakin and Obi Wan silently agree to humor the sunshine boy.  At first they try to keep it to lighter disagreements and misunderstandings  (who saved who and who made the situation worse kind of thing). Anakin brings up at one point being unhappy that Obi Wan hid his children from him for almost 20 years, Obi Wan corrects that he hid them for almost 10 years from Vader, since he believed Anakin actually dead for the first 10, during which Vader maintained that Anakin was dead. Anakin withdraws his objection.

Then Anakin brings up the limb removal on Mustafar (which causes most of the room to go still, no one but the clones-whom Obi Wan had told- knew about the Mustafar fight). Obi Wan shoots back with an slightly irate rejoinder that it was a really measured response considering that Anakin had just: led a group of brainwashed soldiers into their home and slaughtered as many men, women, and children that he could; choked his very pregnant wife; ignored repeated attempts Obi Wan made to end the fight without further violence. 

It was at this point that Appo started to have a panic attack (being one of the few surviving Clones who was actually there in the temple).  Obi Wan looked over at Luke, apologized and said this was not a good idea.  Then left with the clones, all trying to calm Appo back down. 

The entire room is just…dead silence. Like Luke everyone, barring Anakin who did know this was going to go so badly, had sort of forgotten that Obi Wan was more than the weird desert guy who hung around with the clones, and sometimes Leia.  Luke is sitting there, really pale (He did have good intentions).

Like the people who realized the Jedi suffered a genocide when the Empire came into power had mostly died, the few that had survived all these years had buried that knowledge under the subsequent horrors of the Empire (They also largely forgot, or didn’t understand the horror of the chips both in the context of Order 66 and following orders in the Empire). It was not done out of maliciousness, or even ignorance, because the Jedi and the Clones (in that they lost everything of themselves and their culture in a moment) may have been the first genocide of the Empire but it was not the last. 

I’m not sure where it would go from there, other than Anakin is charged with so many war crimes and accepts whatever punishment is determined.

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what was lost, what was gained ch. 5

biiiig rating jump in this part, so tread carefully! only one more chapter to go. 🥴 beta'd by @bluedaddysgirl thanks for dragging me from the POV sauce!

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The ray shields hummed. A constant hiss and crackle. Pure vermilion energy controlled, contained. Beneath his lips, Obi-Wan made a quiet sound.

It was less a kiss than it was a hard press of unopened mouths, motionless and unyielding. The act was alien to Maul, but so too was intimacy of any kind. His pulse thundered with the prolonged connection. He felt the same in Obi-Wan, the fluttering of his lips, the heat of him flaring. The kiss changed, softened. Everything else drew sharp. The taste of Obi-Wan’s skin, the burn of his beard as he canted his head, parted his lips. How he followed when Maul pulled away.

Maul cupped Obi-Wan’s nape, relished the silk-fine hair fading into skin. He was leaned over him, but with enough space to take the human in: face flushed, eyes half-mast, gaze locked.

So this is power, Maul thought. Reveled. How much did he have? How much could he do? What could he take?

There was greed in him, a ravenousness woefully unslaked. Again, a reflection of the same in Obi-Wan’s eyes. Maul’s fingers tightened their hold on his nape. Obi-Wan blinked rapidly, swallowed. Then he lifted his wristcomm, rattled off a command before letting it drop limply to his side. 

When Maul pulled him closer, he did not resist. 

-

It was strange. He could see the flex of Obi-Wan’s lips, the drag of his fingers, but he couldn’t feel any of it. The scar tissue was too thick; his metal chassis lacked the ability to register such gentle sensation. But neither seemed to matter. Maul awakened under the touch, body coursing warm, thoughts scattered, winking into prominence and dispersing just as quickly. 

Was he afraid? He couldn’t bring himself to relinquish his hold on Obi-Wan’s neck. It couldn’t be comfortable. His claws dug into the reddening flesh, felt the jagged pulse. Too close. Too deep. He could see the bruises in his mind’s eye, five pinpoints mirroring shallow, knife-sharp wounds. 

It was hard to care. Not when the bruises would be so prominent. Their creator so obvious. Jedi Knight and Master, GAR General, sir. Who else would harm such a man on his own ship? Only one. One who was depraved. One who was owed. One who was desperate enough to raze everything he knew for this singular moment.

Obi-Wan moved. Maul moved him. It was hard to say which came first, a dowsing stone shifting of its own accord. Leggings pulled down, lips following the hot, smooth metal of his body. Obi-Wan on his knees, bracketed by segmented thighs. He was tender in his supplication. A kiss for each movement, moisture left behind in the shape of his mouth. Each a prayer and apology. 

But were apologies given this way? Were prayers offered with flushed complexions and glazed eyes? Did supplicants mouth and paw between spread legs?

Obi-Wan had refused to look at his lower half. But he knew it. Its intricacies, where it would slide away and retract. Where it would reveal his synthflesh, completely artificial but perfectly matched. Maul had only seen his own nakedness by necessity, and it had never been like this: glistening and rigid, awakened for the first time. He had not even known it could be like this, had not even tied affection to sensation until the evidence could no longer be denied. 

The dowsing stone quivered. Not hesitance, but a loathing to lose the moment. Obi-Wan, still knelt, leaning in, his hands atop Maul’s thighs. His breath was hot against Maul’s awakened flesh. His eyes shined, and within, a despairing greed that echoed Maul’s own.

The moment broke, shattered by wet heat. Sensation scored up Maul’s spine, through his ruined, reformed belly. Maul had no frame of reference for this. What was proper, what was good—neither of them did, it seemed. Obi-Wan’s mouth was hesitant, explorative. It felt strange, new. It was good, but most importantly, it simply was. Even the pleasure was secondary. 

A name echoed in his mind, spilled from Maul’s lips.

“Obi-Wan.” 

Maul reached for Obi-Wan with his free hand, messed up his hair, scratched his fingers along his scalp. Moved him, brought him closer in time with the motion of his hips. 

Sometimes the press would be too deep, last too long. A quiet choke, a seizing of muscles, a rush of pleasure. A withdrawal, trailed by saliva and a few hurried, wet gasps. Then down again. More. The evidence of desire was in Obi-Wan’s eyes, his actions, the hardness thick and trapped against his clothed thigh. But his hands stayed on Maul’s legs, his focus undivided.

Unbidden, thoughts battled their way through the haze. What was this? What did Obi-Wan want? Why? 

Maul’s fingers cinched tight. He groaned, abrupt. Lost. Obi-Wan knew what Maul didn’t. He pushed forward, against the motion of Maul’s hands, sucking, holding—

Maul snapped in half as the pleasure crested and ebbed, sliding sickeningly back and forth. A few mindless seconds of bliss. Pieces again. Obi-Wan breathing raggedly against his thigh. Condensation beading on metal. Mouth webbed with saliva and seed. Maul’s hands moving of their own accord, releasing, finally, the grip on his neck, touching Obi-Wan’s mouth, swollen and dark. Obi-Wan offered his tongue, tasted the pads of his fingers, the arcs of his claws.

He was mindless, with desire unspent. Maul, sated, was nearly as lost.

What had been Cody’s words? “And are you in it now? Your right mind?”

Maul let the quiet triumph touch him, unnecessary as it was. 

If only you could see your beloved general now. 

Then came Maul’s name from Obi-Wan’s lips, voice ruined, ruinous. Maul’s thoughts leapt back to the man before him. A mess in mind and figure, but not unchanging. Obi-Wan was putting himself together again, now that he thought this affair complete.

It almost made Maul laugh. He would never be satisfied. He knew he would always crave more. Tension coiled in his hands. Anger. Fear. But Obi-Wan remained, answered. 

Did Obi-Wan rise? Or did Maul pull him up, toss him back on the cot? 

“It’s not enough,” Maul hissed into Obi-Wan’s stomach. 

Heat poured off the human, hotblooded enough to match a zabrak. A sloppy, split-second smile curled his lips. He wove his fingers through Maul’s horns, clumsy, uncareful of their sharpness. Faint copper touched the air. Maul drew in the scent, shocked at its familiarity. 

He mouthed at Obi-Wan through his clothes, led by his sounds and touch. Surely he was graceless, unlearned, but Obi-Wan showed no signs of caring. When Maul peeled back his leggings, they were sticky with desire. He took Obi-Wan in as he had been taken, swallowed and feasted upon his cries. It was base. It was unnecessary. It made the act all the sweeter. A master Jedi and soldier, his own would be killer—bucking into his mouth, moaning his name, scoring useless, rounded nails across his scalp. 

It was wrong, detestable. But every cell in Maul’s body screamed for it. He wasn’t sure he could stop himself, even if this innate revulsion overcame him. So he rejected it outright, let the intensity of taste and sensation overwhelm instead, blood and salt and musk. 

Obi-Wan hardly lasted longer than he had. Not a testament to Maul’s skill, but perhaps to Obi-Wan’s own desperation. It pleased Maul regardless, made him hungrier. But the human was spent, his grip loose, messy, pulling Maul up.

The cot was too small for them both, and they were overwarm, wet and swollen in incriminating places. Obi-Wan kissed him, and Maul realized this was what kissing was supposed to be: soft catches of lips and tongue, sharing breath and taste, teasing pleasure one moment, comforting the next. He was made breathless all over again.

Zabrak did not kiss. They claimed, marked, bit. It was a tempting prospect now, but Maul was weary, and the bruises in the shapes of his fingertips already blossomed along the column of Obi-Wan’s throat. Would Obi-Wan hide them? Would he treat them with bacta, let them fade prematurely? 

Their lips met again. Maul’s thoughts lost their prickling edges. Soothed. This would not last. Obi-Wan had given him this, but he could not give him everything. 

It was a mistake. He’d had a taste now, a name for his desire, fresh blood on his tongue.

Maul brushed the bruises on Obi-Wan’s neck and deepened their kiss.

He would not go meekly to his fate.

[ariadnes-red-thread]

I'm sorry if this is a repeat! It said something went wrong with my ask when I tried to send it!

Congratulations on 150 followers! That is quite a feat to accomplish and deserves celebrating. Have some confetti!

I have a request for Rex. SFW or NSFW is up to your discretion and if you want to ignore altogether, you can. No worries!

How about a fic with an introverted reader who's more reserved with Rex in terms of affections in public, and not only because of GAR regulations? She might snuggle into his side, hold his hand, hug and kiss when no one's looking, but that's it. Maybe she starts feeling a little insecure over how Rex might feel about it (probably because she sees other girls hanging all over his men at 79's/maybe someone tried to flirt with Rex because it's not obvious that they're together) and they have a heart-to-heart.

Like I said, you can ignore this if you want. It's just that I've read quite a few fics with readers who are much more extroverted and forward with Rex in the PDA department. Haven't read many with us more introverted type girls. Just because we're a little stiff in public doesn't mean we don't get wild for our special someone behind closed doors.

Hi Nonnie!! Thank you so much for asking this, and thank you for celebrating with me! Honestly, I loved this ask, and I completely got carried away. I accidentally wrote 1500 words and I probably could have easily written another 1000 more if I had time. I also haven't written for Rex in ages (a crime!), and I missed it! This was very personal, so thank you for trusting me with this request. I hope I did it justice!

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Warnings: Feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy, Jealousy, Sexual themes/implied sex

You and Rex have been dating for a few months now, and it’s been - well - a dream. He was everything you had ever hoped for and more in a partner. Rex was kind, he was caring, he was unbelievably handsome, and he was charming in his own sweet and occasionally awkward way. Even with your busy schedules, he always made time for you with date nights out on Coruscant and surprise flowers while he was away. You thought that the GAR would be more concerned about one of their high-ranking clone officers having a relationship with a civilian mechanic, but you quickly learned that there weren’t any rules against it. If anything, Anakin and Ahsoka had been almost helpful - almost. Rex told you later that the Jedi had teased him so badly about his obvious crush that Obi-wan finally begged him to ask you out so it would stop distracting “those two impossible children”.

The only thing that worried you about your relationship had almost nothing to do with Rex. If anything, it was your problem. You were more introverted. You always have been.  You had your close friends and didn’t mind getting to know new people if the situation was right, but you rarely put yourself out there, except for that one time that Fives forced you to do karaoke with him, and you swore that your cheeks burned red with embarrassment for a week. Up until now, you’d never considered it a fault. Being introverted made you careful, thoughtful, and caring, all traits you loved about yourself. And, of course, Rex had never made you feel anything less than special, but you were starting to worry if you made him feel special enough. Your reserved nature meant you had trouble expressing your feelings for him, especially in public. When you were on duty, the two of you hovered near each other but always kept it professional. Even when you were able to relax, like out at 79’s with the other members of the 501st or on brunch dates to Dex’s, you would steal a kiss in a quiet moment, lean against him in the booth, or hold his hand under the table, but that was the extent. Sometimes, you would watch him laughing along with his brothers, whose partners sat on their laps and hung around their necks, and you wondered if it was enough - if you were enough.

Tonight was one of those nights. Despite the loud music of 79’s, Rex’s hand occasionally grazing your knee, and the antics of Torrent Company, you couldn’t shake this feeling of being too shy. And now, as if you weren’t already feeling insecure, you had a front-row seat to the cute waitress flirting with Rex. You couldn’t fault her. How could Rex not catch her eye? With his close-cropped blonde curls, the tight compression shirt that covered his top half, his cool smile, and his kind manners, Rex stood out, even in a bar full of clones. She had spotted him the moment she came to wait on your table. And the beautiful young woman had made her intentions clear, been dropping hints all night about being single while her lingering eye contact progressed to gentle touches of his shoulder. Now your stomach twisted as she ran her hand along his arm, asking if he needed another drink. You wished you were bold enough to kiss him right in front of her, but even as badly as you wanted to, you knew you couldn’t. Instead, you looked away.

“I’m all set.” Rex gave a nod to the beautiful woman before he leaned back away from her. 

Under the table, his hand found yours and gave you a small squeeze. He nodded to Jesse, who quickly jumped in and began chatting with the waitress.

Later that night, you couldn’t shake the image. Even as Rex wrapped himself around you in bed, his breath hot on your neck and his hands on your hips, you couldn’t close your eyes without seeing how her hand grazed him. 

“Rex,” You whispered his name into the darkness.

“Hmm.” The groggy syllable was quickly followed by a kiss to the back of your neck as if he had been drifting and just remembered where he was. 

“Rex, can I ask you a question?”

“Course.” The reply came quickly. Rex was awake now.

“Does it bother you I’m not…I’m not more extroverted?”

The question came out in a tumbling exhale. As you took another breath, you held it and chewed on your lip while you waited for a response. Behind you, the mattress shifted and Rex coughed as he began to stutter.

“I’m… uh… you’re going to have to give me more than that, mesh’la.” 

You could hear him running his hand along the back of his head, and your heart panged at the nervous tic. You loved him, truly and deeply.

“It’s just… that waitress at 79’s was really flirty tonight, and I’m not mad. I don’t blame her. Like, look at you. You deserve to be flirted with and doted on and all that PDA. I wish I could do that, but it’s just not me, and you… you deserve more.” You stumbled over the words. They felt heavy and tilted as you tried to form them, but you knew you had to get them out. Rex deserved more, and he should understand that.

“Is that what you think, mesh’la?” Rex’s arms found you as he sank in close behind you once again, wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against him. “That you’re not enough for me?”

“You deserve more.” The floodgates were open, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. “You’re incredible, Rex. You deserve someone who shows you in all the ways, someone who’s brave enough for public displays of affection, and that’s not me. I wish I could, but I’m never going to be the girl that’s sitting on your lap at 79’s or making out with you in a dark corner.”

“Thank the Maker.” Rex snorted into your shoulder. “Far too much risk of running into Fives or Jesse there.” 

“I’m serious, Rex.”

“I am too.”

You sighed. He didn’t get it. 

“Hey,” Rex reached and turned on your bedside light. “Look at me, mesh’la.”

You turned to face the man you loved. He laid his arm out so you could tuck your head in his elbow. The dim light caught his deep brown eyes, and the marbled flecks twinkled as Rex stared at you. His look was serious, but a soft smile settled across his face as he studied your features.

“I… I know what I deserve.” Rex chose his words carefully. “And I know what I want. And I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you. I love our moments. I love that we can check in with each other over a glance and that when you squeeze my hand, you’re saying I love you. I don’t want big displays. I want you. Don’t I deserve what I want?”

“Yes,” You glanced down at the crumpled covers between you. 

It was true. You also loved how your eyes always found his, even in a crowded room. You loved your own special language of unspoken words and connections. The doubt that had gnawed at you from the inside out began to abate. You’d never met anyone more clear-headed than Rex, and no one deserved what they wanted more than Rex. Time and time again, he always made it clear that what he wanted was you.

“Well then,” He placed the knuckle of his index finger under your chin and slowly tilted your head back up towards him. “What’s the problem then?”

“I guess there’s none.” You gently shrugged. 

“That’s what I thought.”

His hand moved from below your chin and unfurled itself as he clasped your cheek. You leaned into his palm, savoring its heat. Gently, he guided your face up to meet his.

Rex’s lips found yours softly at first, meeting your kiss at the same time you were washed over with a grateful feeling for his love. You had found someone who understood you and saw you for all that you were. Someone as incredible as Rex. The kiss deepened as his hands fell to your hips. You met him as that grateful feeling turned into a breathless need.

“You have to know how much I want you.” He rasped as he dug his fingers into your skin.

“I do, Rex.” You pecked his lips one more time before you pulled away. 

With a hand on his shoulder, you gently pushed on Rex’s broad chest until he rolled onto his back. You sat up and swung your leg over to straddle him, grinding against him as you moved. You could feel him start to harden against you. Rex’s eyes flashed as his hands found your hips again, pulling you even tighter as he instinctively searched for friction. You leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Now, let me show you how much I want you.”

[missizzy]

New Fic: All Five, Part 17 (Star Wars Prequels)

(Read entire fic on AO3)

For the second morning in a row, the two of them went to have firstmeal in Obi-Wan's quarters. He'd managed to get his hands on some modu fruit, which Master Jinn had developed a taste for in the past few years, though Anakin got the impression this hadn't been the first time he'd offered it to his former Master. The whole thing felt all together too relaxed, given what was coming up both immediately and in the likely near future.

Anakin had a lesson that morning, far enough away that he was a bit surprised when both men insisted on walking with him. It did make him feel more protected, and while he still usually felt safe within the Temple from anyone who actually wanted to hurt him, he thought it reduced the number of the side-eyes he'd been getting his entire time as Padawan, but much more in recent months. Recently Obi-Wan had scolded some of the offenders, which Anakin had thought had even stopped a few of the younger ones completely.

The two of them mostly talked to each other, and mostly about the nature of the Force and some research done thousands of years ago that they had found it interesting to read through lately. Anakin had never been very good at following that stuff, and he sure wasn't going to manage it that morning, so he mostly tuned it out-until Master Jinn suddenly remarked, "Since that day the Council first called the five of us together, I have often thought of something written by one of the more philosophical Jedi of the time."

"Oh dear," laughed Obi-Wan, but there was something off about it, like he didn't find it funny at all.

And Master Jinn looked more sad than anything else as he said, "I know, but it sticks with me more than ever, now. 'The truly terrible thing about this kind of rage and resentment is it does not settle for harming the causes or supposed causes of the grievance, or even them and the one wielding the rage and violence, but, most times, all those around them. Even if it does not seem to at the time, the fire and ash of the fallout will burn and scar all they touch in time.'"

"Darth Maul's rage would hit a lot of people, then," said Anakin. "I mean, he might be especially after us, but he's also after all of the Jedi, right?"

"The Sith certainly all are," Obi-Wan agreed. "And I do wish we had some idea of who the Master is."

"Do we really have none?" Anakin asked, as the thought occurred to him, not for the first time, that Master Dooku might be. Obi-Wan seemed to think he wouldn't be able to hide that in the Temple, but they still didn't know a lot about the Sith, and what they could do.

Still, Obi-Wan said very firmly, "None whatsoever, I fear. Unless the Council hasn't told me something."

"They haven't told me it, either," Master Jinn added. "But I suppose they wouldn't tell me, would they?"

"Regretting defying the Council so many times, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, though he was smiling slightly.

"Even if he has," said Anakin, "they should tell us something like that. What if that Master decided to specifically target us too for some reason? Unless they've just told Master Windu, but he should still tell us, then."

"Honestly, Padawan," Master Jinn replied, "I don't truly think-"

But he was cut off by a young voice yelling, "Master Jinn! Knight Kenobi! Padawan Skywalker!" Octus Kon, who had been Padawan to a certain Master Kolg for a couple years now, came running up to them. "There's been news...I don't know...you're needed in the Council chambers right now!"

"Well, hopefully they are telling us whatever they know now," said Master Jinn as they hurried after Octus towards the lift.

Octus himself was going to rejoin his Master, who was currently on one of the Temple's higher levels, which meant he accompanied them for most of the ride. That did away with any chance of them resuming their earlier conversation. Even after Octus wished them luck and got off, there wasn't enough time to say much, so they didn't try.

They got there to find the full Council assembled, including a holographic Master Windu. "What's going on, Master Windu?" Anakin asked immediately. "Where's Padme?"

"Still in Tanzer, which I have not yet reached," Master Windu, "Allow me to explain in a moment."

That didn't really tell him anything, Anakin thought, but there wasn't time to respond. They were now in the center of the chamber, and Master Yoda was saying, "News, he has, for the three of you. Quick, this must be. Paused, his transport is, but he cannot stay outside it long."

"I got word of what you found out, and then I started talking to a few of my fellow travelers. Turns out one of them might know who your Master Kolut's in contact with. Unfortunately, if he's right, it means that the Sith have connections not only to this planet's underbelly, but a bunch of their authorities as well. At least those of Colorpa and Tanzer, because their law enforcements seem to have an unofficial ban on investigating anything involving the Epostulates, which is not the kind of corruption you typically see in those kind of organizations. My new friend swears Tanzer's databanks has at least a couple weeks' worth of communications between him and someone called Tzatsar."

"And you trust this source enough to go breaking local laws?" inquired Master Gallia.

"Not quite," said Master Windu. "Although I do think it likely this man genuinely believes what he's told me at the very least. What concerns me more is what I then heard about this Tzatsar from a completely different source. He's apparently employed in the town security, and likely in position to be responsible for the gaps in the public entrance and exit record I was able to view after that conversation. The latest of which is from ten hours ago.

I was initially planning to get to Tanzer and discuss this with my Padawan before I brought it up with anyone else. But now that I'm getting close, I'm sensing a very powerful, very dark presence in the city. Powerful enought that I think it likely to be our Sith Lord."

"And Padme's there by herself, with two civilians to protect?" Anakin burst out.

"Calm, my Padawan," his Master urged, and his hand was gentle on Anakin's shoulder. Normally it would've worked perfectly. But it had been harder recently, as he'd gotten older and more aware, the past few months and past couple of days had taken their toll, and the thought of Padme in that kind of danger, and the Master who was supposed to protect her not there, would never be something he could just shrug off.

Still, he tried, if only because Master Jinn was right there, and he really wanted to be good for him, especially in front of the Council. He did manage to control himself enough to keep standing there without saying anything else, his limbs only twitching a little-though he supposed the Council noticed that anyway.

Master Windu hadn't reacted at all. He was as calm and as cold as ever. "...would likely enter the city by then, and if she's figured out an easy way to get in contact with Ruuger's City, she might even stay there. It may be our best chance to get the Sith to come to us away from all of his minions, if the three of you can get here fast enough."

If they could get there...that meant they were going there. That got rid of Anakin's anger right away. In fact, he didn't even feel any fear right away, so strong was his relief and joy at the thought they were finally getting out and doing something, that they were getting to Padme, and they were finally going to fight this menace they'd both been so scared of together.

"Calm," he heard Master Jinn whisper, though gently, before he said, "So if we are going, how fast are we going? Within the hour?"

"Manage that, can we?" asked Master Yoda, and the conversation was given over to the logistics of how quickly they could get the three of them on their way. That did make Anakin feel much calmer. It was always easier for him when the plans were being made, when he had the way forward to focus on.

He would've felt even better, of course, if they had been able to go within the hour, but between one thing and another, it ended up being two. Anakin even ended up attending most of his lesson, though he didn't think he'd remember all that much about it later. He headed directly for the shuttle bay after it, and had been there for a few minutes, doing random checks on their ship's engine, when he heard Master Jinn and Obi-Wan coming up the ramp, their voices oddly soft and warm as they spoke words Anakin didn't quite catch.

Anakin was furthered surprised when they came in, and he saw Master Jinn was carrying what looked like an official missive tablet from the Supreme Chancellor's office, the kind that could only be opened with the recipient's thumbrint or similar, and held it out with a, "For you, Anakin, from Chancellor Palpatine. I've been given the impression it's not too urgent a message, but, well, from the way the aide who delivered it the Temple spoke, it felt like they knew we were about to leave Coruscant, and he wanted you to have this before then."

"Do you think the Council decided to speed notify him?" Anakin asked. They might have, he supposed, if only because the Sith were a pretty big threat to the galaxy in general. But it really wasn't common for them to bother with it this quickly.

But Master Jinn and Obi-Wan exchanged a look, and they looked kind of doubtful, even as Obi-Wan said, "Maybe."

"In any case," said Master Jinn, "if you want to read the missive right now, you certainly can. We can wait to depart if it's a short one, or Obi-Wan can fly us out."

"You want me to pilot?" Anakin asked, all other thoughts flung aside in his excitement. It wasn't surprising, since in the missions just before they'd gone to ground in the Temple had at some point or other typically had Master Jinn drilling him through everything in the cockpit, which had felt like the last step before that. But still.

Both of them were hovering over Anakin as he got into the pilot's seat. But Master Jinn was smiling, and Obi-Wan looked encouraging as well, and the feelings Anakin could sense from both of them were nothing but encouraging.

He maybe couldn't help but remember for a moment, that first terrifying time in the co-pilot's chair besides Padme, on the night they'd all of them fled the Temple for their lives. He pushed that aside as he breathed in, put his mind on the here and now, just as Master Jinn had worked so hard to teach him. He didn't remember enough of the piloting itself from that night, really, for this not to count as his real first time doing this.

It maybe wasn't the hardest thing, taking off from a recently built shuttle bay where things had been built to make it easy; Master Jinn might have even arranged them to be in this one. Still Anakin had to weave the ship through the other ships in the bay, the handful of droids, a couple of them in the air, and even one worker of a particularly tall species who he needed to avoid getting too near to to avoid hurting his ears. He skirted the bay ceiling just before reached the entrance, dipping down just under the top of the door.

"Go over the traffic stream," Master Jinn instructed. That wouldn't have been Anakin's first choice, but at least he wasn't making him fly as part of it, which was really stupid for a spaceship, but some Masters insisted on it for the first time piloting. Going with the traffic, either in or just above it, until you reached a specific point to move up through the atmosphere, made one much less likely to collide with anything.

As their vessel coasted into position, Coruscant's intraplanetary vehicles swarming about fifty feet below, Anakin, seeing them there, found himself feeling how high up they were mix with a new sense of the power he knew to be contained within the ship he flew. Even at his speed this slow, he could feel the air, the very space around them, give way to its twist and turns, to every move he made with it, and he could almost feel the potential in it, as if it were another version of the Force.

He knew well that most Jedi would tell him the power of a spaceship was nothing compared to the Force. And he didn't even think that wasn't true. But this, a thing not just given, not just generated by life, but created by people's ingenuity, that was special all on its own.

And so was this feeling of rightness, one he was very sure he hadn't felt when he and Padme had been fleeing, that Anakin felt now with his hands at the pilot's controls, one that had to come partly from the Force, but maybe not entirely.

All those feelings only increased when they reached the most ideal point, and even in the split second before Master Jinn gave the word Anakin was already moving to rise the ship up, and up, steadily increasing power and speed to reach escape velocity. By the time they reached the ionosphere, Anakin was soaring in almost every way, and he thought he could even hear space calling to him-a new, unexpected allure. Space had never appealed to him before then; it had always been so empty. But it was different when he was facing it at the controls, when it was something he was instead taking on with all the power of a ship beneath his hands.

He even felt it when the ship at last broke free of Coruscant's gravitational field and soared into open space. Moving between the craft in orbit-the ship could make lightspeed by itself, so they didn't need anything there, Anakin felt his excitement settle down a little, as he sank into needed concentration, but still his heart fluttered.

It wasn't surprising, and he only felt a little disappointed, when Master Jinn came up and gently moved him aside. "This won't be the easiest of hyperspace flights," he said to him, "and not one I would have you do as your first."

So Anakin gave way to him, and went into the corner of the cockpit, and opened the missive pad from the Chancellor. In it he read:

Padawan Skywalker:

You may be surprised that I am sending a message specifically to you, and not to your Master. But in fact, I have things to say for your eyes and ears only. I hope he will have enough respect for your basic privacy that he will not insist on reading it. Although I'm afraid if he asks you what this is about, I shall have to ask that you tell him only that I should like to see you again at some time in the future, for you made a very good impression on me. That is, of course, true. However, I also feel the need to drop you a hint that I could not in your Master's presence. Though I have great respect for and no true ill to speak of Master Jinn, every being that has ever lived in this galaxy, even a Jedi, will have biases towards those dear to him, will find it difficult to believe wrong of them. I have met with just about every member of the Jedi Council at some point since I have become Chancellor, and they have all spoken of him at some point. Not always positively, perhaps; I have been given to understand he clashes with them a great deal. But he has known most of them since he was a Padawan, thanks to his old Master's acquaintances, and I have seen the friendships he shared with more than one of them. And that leaves out those of them he grew up with, including Master Windu. So while I should not mind meeting with the both of you in general again, I should also like it if, perhaps, the two of us could also at some time meet informally. I am sure that once the danger that threatens you two in particular and your three friends has been dealt with, you will have some freedom of movement on Coruscant again. Master Jinn does not strike me as the type of Master who insists on knowing where their Padawan is and whom they meet with at all times. I shall not ask for such a thing, of course, until it is relatively safe for you to go wandering around the planet. I greatly hope that it soon will be, for all of your sakes, and even, perhaps for the sake of the Jedi Order.

Your friend, hopefully, Sheev Palpatine

Master Jinn wasn't going to ask any questions about anything right now, of course, because he was too busy flying the ship. Anakin turned the pad off, and tried to nonchalantly put it aside.

It all made sense, of course. The Chancellor wouldn't have any reason to suspect Master Dooku, so he would be more worried about the more obvious candidates. But either way, he was right. Anakin would have to figure out how to conceal this from his Master, because it was always harder to do that with important things, though maybe he could enlist Obi-Wan's help if he really had to. Or Padme's, maybe, but being Master Windu's Padawan meant she might have the same problem as Master Jinn in how well she probably knew the Council, and she'd never defied them.

Really, he thought, Master Windu was obviously a great and powerful Jedi, but his being Padme's Master had been the reason for a lot of problems lately. But he didn't know how she'd react to anyone saying that to her. Anakin was going to have to be careful about that. He felt torn about whether he should show her this message or not.

She should probably become a knight after all this, anyway. Anakin had heard a couple comments from both his Master and from Obi-Wan, suggesting that might actually happen if they faced the Sith, possibly with her not even having to take the trials. That wouldn't work for him because he wasn't old enough-that had been made very clear to him-but she might be, if only just. But that, too, was probably up to Master Windu.

Meanwhile, he'd already been planning to keep a closer eye on the Master, so he could keep on doing that. He definitely didn't think he had anything to do with the Sith, but it might even be a good idea to make absolutely sure of it.

Not Long After That, in Tanzer

By the time she and her master reunited, Padme had separated from Nyder and Clistara, judging they'd be safer away from her. She'd put them in rooms in two different buildings, albeit two buildings close enough she could get from one to the other quickly if need be.

Master Windu let her hug him when he entered the inn room where she'd holed up herself. In fact, she was pretty sure his own arms tightened around her, and she could tell from the sigh he let out that he was deeply relieved to have found her in one piece.

He even said to her, "Well done, my Padawan," before asking for the full account of everything that had happened since they'd split up. His critique of her was pretty much what she had expected. Most of his suggestions about her interactions with the various civilians she'd talked with were even helpful. He didn't even bother scolding her for her brief forays off the mission in Alopi; he knew by now he was never going to get her to not do such things. Besides, it had been significant to know there had been people in that city looking for him.

(It wasn't like on Falsine, where she'd blown the cover on a carefully orchestrated operation, and might have made the ongoing civil war worse if her Master's cleverness hadn't managed to instead turn it to their advantage. Or those times where she'd been more of a hindrance than a help; she would still feel embarrassed if she ever had to go back to Morgos Prime.)

When they were done with that discussion, they moved on to what to do next. Between one thing and another, they would likely have a couple of days before their three companions reached this area of the planet. What Padme would've most liked to do during those days was get Nyder and Clistara put somewhere else, where any fighting or other dangerous things were less likely to take place. Master Windu was very much in favor of that as well, but he wasn't sure how it could be done. Even if they just put them on a train to the planet's far side, there was no knowing how likely they were to be followed.

"And we can't devote all our energy to it, of course," said Master Windu, after they had gone through the options there and found major problems with all of them. "Once there are the five us here, the Sith will come for us immediately if we're lucky, and throw all his assets at us in a rapid rush before coming himself if he's smarter about it. We have to make sure we scout out as much as possible before the others arrive."

"I know," said Padme, because she did.

He also wanted to talk to both her companions before they made any decisions about them. Padme took him to Nyder first. When he first saw Master Windu, he very nearly backed into the far wall, heedless of her "It's okay, it's just my Master." But Master Windu was used to dealing with those that had merely turned skittish, and he soon got him telling his story.

He finished with a speech about how he'd wanted to help, but he was getting scared, and he thought maybe he'd like to go now, if they thought they might not need him. It was short enough for Master Windu to wait it out, before he said, "I can gain you entry into a refugee resettlement center elsewhere in the galaxy, and give you credits to get there. If you wish to go immediately I will chart a certain, more roundabout way for you, where there will be nooone to track you. But you will have to travel alone. We cannot accompany you right now. If you prefer our protection, you will have to wait at least a few days."

"Oh, I don't think I have to run that far," he told him. "Maybe just spend some time on this planet's other side for now. I don't need your help getting there." But his manner softened when he turned to Padme and said, "I know you've saved my life, though, and I really am grateful for that." It was a thanks she never would've demanded from him, but was deeply glad to get.

Their goodbyes were genuinely warm when they parted ways, probably for good, about an hour later, with his itinerary booked and the credits he'd ultimately accepted transferred. Padme felt the best she had in weeks, at least.

That lasted until about five minutes into their meeting with Clistara. Arguably, it could've gone much worse. She wasn't even openly hostile, or rude, to Master Windu. But Padme knew very quickly that he would never let her travel away from here unobserved, the way they'd let Nyder leave. And by the time he'd spent way too long trying to wrestle any information about how she'd been recruited by Maul's followers out of her, Padmé just wished the interview would end, because it had become painful for her to watch. When it finally did, the polite way Master Windu told Clistara they'd come back that evening made her want to outright slap him.

He knew she already knew what his decision was, so as soon as they were away from the building, he said, "We're going to need to move her to the far end of the city. We can't keep her in any one place for too long, especially with Nyder having also been here."

Padme wanted very badly to protest. But she didn't know what to do as an alternative that he would accept. Honestly, she didn't think any of the ideas she had were at all good ones anyway.

He at least let her pick where they put her, with only a reminder that the building's security had to be the priority. She settled on a place right by a transit station, with people flowing in and out so fast Clistara would just be one more of them. They did a quick scout of it, of course, and it looked all right. Though they had to spend most of their scouting time in the parts of the city their actual mission was likely to involve, so they didn't stay as long as she might have liked.

And the truth was, Padme found herself distracted and not at her best the entire evening. She wasn't even sure of the full reasons why. It was probably a combination of having to watch her Master barrage Clistara, thinking of her spending who knew how long trapped in another room, and also the current situation in general, and obviously the general feeling of darkness around didn't help. For much of it Master Windu didn't say anything, but ultimately, he had to give her, "Keep your focus, Padme. This may be the time in our lives where we can least afford to lose it."

So she tried to keep it, she really did. And she and Master Windu together did get the information they needed. But while he didn't make any further remarks about being disappointed with her performance that night, he didn't really need to.

[woodsfae]

I have so many WIPs right now....here's the ones I've been working on the most lately. Which one would you be most excited to see posted?* Expanded descriptions of fics posted below the poll!

*I make no promises about which fic will be posted first, or indeed, at all.

Mr Darcy wakes up the morning after his wedding and is astonished to discover that it is now, inexplicably, the day before he promised to join Bingley at his new estate, Netherfield. He soon decides that, as long as he is forced to relive this part of his life, he may as well woo Elizabeth Bennet without all the bumps in the road they had to overcome. But despite his best efforts, he only seems to offend Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

Mrs Bennet has hyperemesis gravidarum and so Mr Bennet is forced by circumstances to take a more active role in his older daughters' lives. Raised as an only child who loathed going away to school and took solace in his books, his idea of appropriate child rearing is a largely based on how he would have liked to be raised balanced against how much he can tolerate piping, toddler voices invading his study.

Due to a few, small shifts, Elizabeth decides to take a chance on behalf of her family and accepts Mr Darcy's first proposal. The road to love isn't any less bumpy, but the bumps are mostly different.

asioaf: it might be easier to list what hasn't been changed. The Changes Themselves are kick-started by a series of visions that come upon everyone living in the year that Aerys burns Rickard and Brandon Stark. Multi-PoV. The main PoV is meant to follow Lyarra Snow, bastard of Lord Eddard Stark. My main complaints which I am fixing include: lazy worldbuilding (winters, crops); G.R.R. Martin's obnoxious Hobbesian philosphy; G.R.R. Martin's obnoxious sexism (fewer Moms are dead in my version!); and more! Elia lives. This is already long as fuuuuuuuck and would probably take the longest for me to start posting.

In a world with retrocausality, a small change in the Original Trilogies timeline reverberates up and down history, resulting in a Mandalorian Jedi Ben Mereel meeting seven year old Anakin Skywalker on Tattooine.

When Anakin Skywalker follows his visions to Tattooine to prevent his mother's death, he gets caught in a sandstorm which spits him out twenty years earlier. Due to the Force being Insistent, he remains on Tattooine and starts several revolutions.

A sort of self insert goes to sleep by a Big Rock while out backpacking and wakes up by a recognizable Portal Stone in the middle of the Caralain Grass. Shenanigans ensue.

Why does Perrin have the trauma and reflexes of an American Vietnam War veteran? What would happen if some of the characters talked to each other a little more frequently with slightly fewer assumptions? Did you hate how branders*n flattened every structural problem into a shallow issue to be fixed with a better leader? Me too! This will likely take at least a year before I start posting.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 10 DAVOS I (pages 132-148)

Davos watches gods burn on the beach, then has an ale and gets a lore drop from Salladhor Saan before Stannis calls Davos to show off his attempt at a (100% true) smear campaign.

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"Lord of Light, we offer you these false gods, these seven who are one, and him the enemy. Take them and cast your light upon us, for the night is dark and full of terrors." ... "For the night is dark and full of terrors,"Selyse and her queen's men replied. Should I speak the words as well? Davos wondered. Do I owe Stannis that much? Is this fiery god truly his own?

TNiDaFoT = 🥛🥛

... There's a heat wave here okay? I need all the hydration I can get. Water is just so quenchy. The quenchiest.

The burning gods cast a pretty light, wreathed in their robes of shifting flames, red and orange and yellow. Septon Barre had once told Davos how they'd been carved from the masts of the ships that had carried the first Targaryens from Valyria. Over the centuries they'd been painted and repainted, gilded, silvered, jeweled.

Why does this feel like some kind of ominous hint towards Dany and the followers of R'hllor? (And not in a "you like fire, I like fire, did we just become best friends?" kind of way. Even though there's the theory she's Azor Ahai, "beloved of R'hllor")

The Maiden lay athwart the Warrior, her arms widespread as if to embrace him. The Mother seemed almost to shudder as the flames came licking up her face. A longsword had been thrust through her heart, and its leather grip was alive with flame. The Father was on the bottom, the first to fall. Davos watched the hand of the Stranger writhe and curl as the fingers blackened and fell away one by one, reduced to so much glowing charcoal.

*Knowing Ned died first, Catelyn's fate, and that Jon's hand was burned pretty badly, combined with remembering once seeing a video essay on the Stark fam representing the Seven in some capacity:* I'm sure it's fiiiine. Not at all foreshadowing. *laughs nervously*

"Under the sea, smoke rises in bubbles, and flames burn green and blue and black," Patchface sang somewhere.

Still kinda sounds like an underwater volcanic region...

"As to that father," Dale said, "I mislike these water casks they've given me for Wraith. Green pine. The water will spoil on a voyage of any length." "I got the same for Lady Marya," said Allard. "The queen's men have laid claim to all the seasoned wood."

You'd think folks living on an island, would take better care of their sailors, but no. Classist snobs everywhere.

"Pirate," said Davos. "You have no wives, only concubines, and you have been well paid for every day and every ship." "Only in promises," said Salladhor Saan mournfully. "Good ser, it is gold I crave, not words on papers." He popped a grape into his mouth. "You'll have your gold when we take the treasury in King's Landing. No man in the Seven Kingdom's is more honorable than Stannis Baratheon. He will keep his word."

... so who wants to tell them about the 6 million gold debt the Crown (Littlefinger and Bobby B) accrued?

Also: it's not quite how i pronounce the name, but as I was reading, I just called Salladhor Saan 'Salad Whore' by accident.

... all this talk of Azor Ahai has given me the crackspiracies. At first I was like Burning blade + sword of light > Obi-wan Kenobi's lightsaber > Obi is Azor Ah... waaaait. AA killed his wife for power OH MY GOSH > Anakin Skywalker is Azor Ahai Confirmed!

🔍I've solved it, everyone else go home. (Joking)

When he thought of Nissa Nissa, it was his own Marya he pictured, a good-natured plump woman with sagging breasts and a kindly smile, the best woman in the world. He tried to picture himself driving a sword through her, and shuddered. I am not made of the stuff of heroes, he decided. If that was the price of a magic sword, it was more than he cared to pay.

Davos is just, such a good bloke. Good Husband, good father, good friend. At this point, I think he's got the best chance for Westeros' Best Father Ever award.

"- It seemed to me as I watched the fire this morning that I was looking at a dozen beautiful dancers, maidens garbed in yellow silk spinning and swirling before a great king. -"

*thinking of the tv show* Gasp! The Sandsnakes? That'd be a fun twist, it was a real vision, but an assassination and not a homage, or just not Stannis.

"When I was a lad I found an injured goshawk an nursed her back to health. Proudwing, I named her. (...) Time and again I would take her hawking, but she never flew higher than the treetops. -"

Awww, Proudwing has separation anxiety and a trauma induced fear of heights. Look at Stannis having a humanising moment... and then ruining it with his plotting.

[ashcroft-writes]

I'm so very, very honored to reblog this artwork you've spent so much love and energy in crafting. I've been in such suspense to see which scene you picked since you first teased that you wanted to cook up a bit of artwork based on my words (<3!), and you wound up snagging one of my absolute faves, as Obi-Wan dove too deep, oxygen running out, falling into a vision from the Force.

Onward, Obi-Wan trudged. His boots were soft and flexible, but the heat from the sand radiated into his feet as it twisted tricky and loose beneath. He never grew tired, though. Never thirsted, even as his skin burned, as his mind evaporated slow.

The trail stretched before him, and he followed.

He walked until he forgot what it was to stop.

He walked until he no longer remembered another sky or another earth.

He walked until he had no thoughts and no past and no self, and then, he kept walking, breathing, putting one foot in front of the next… doggedly cresting each new hill, just like the wanderer who had come before.

By the way—it's such a joy to see that the title also as a mirror of The Traveler's Steps?? The poem at the end of the story whose illustration mirrors this sequence??? I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE!!!

Truly, I don't even have words for how much FUN I had reading this. How much care I could see you put into your craft! Obi-Wan's harrowed and vibrant expressions, that flashes of grief as he remembers his master, the attention to detail (the bright ember of Bane's cigarette in the night like a star to follow!)... I just... ahhhhh!!!!!

I can't even imagine how long this took, and am beyond honored you chose to chase such an elaborate and well-done undertaking inspired by my work.

If any of my followers love The Idiot's Array... you should definitely click through and send a talented artist some love here. <3 @tony-artx you can COUNT on me gushing more at you more later also hahaha. It is well-deserved!!!

After several months, it's finally done!

You can read it on DeviantArt, here:

https://www.deviantart.com/bones-and-stars/art/Gunslinger-s-Paean-The-Traveller-s-Trail-Cover-1070271234

@ashcroft-writes thank you so much for letting me to mess with your story!

[thesassypadawan]

Halloween Pumpkins (Padawan Anakin x RealWorldFemReader) *Headcanon*

Summary: It’s been one year since you and a certain handsome devil.  To help celebrate this momentum occasion, Anakin has arranged a few cutesy and spooky scary surprises.  That he knows you will absolutely love and leave you moaning.  (Follow-up to A Scary Good Time!)

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Breeding, pumpkins, misuse of a lightsaber, bad puns, and, as always…Ani’s big, veiny dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

*Cutesy Scary, SFW*

- Ani loves Halloween, it's his absolute favorite holiday!  Not just because of all the mischief, mayhem, candy…  But it just so happens to be the anniversary of when a certain bootiful angel came swirling into his life.

- To celebrate, the whole month your handsome devil does all the cheesy…cutesy scary things that you both enjoy.  Watching  frightfully bad holoflicks, baking and consuming a plethora of sickeningly sweet treats, cuddling under a pile of fluffy blankets during those dark and stormy nights.  And, most importantly, carving pumpkins.

- He’ll sift through each batch sent from the agricorps.  Searching for (even fighting off a few of the more menacing  padawans) the most perfect pair.  One big, the other adorably small…  “Just like us,” he’d declare all proudly.   Wide smile on his sun kissed face, as he places the tiny gourd in your hands.

- Turning it into a whole ghoulishly delightful date night; the two of you sit at the worn table in his shared quarters.  With you taking the time, having patience…using those silly tiny tools to carefully help give your jack-o-lantern a truly cute, spooktacular expression.  Whereas Anakin would simply scoff at the miniature, flimsy knife; opting for his lightsaber instead…cutting the most twisted, wicked grin into his.  “What?  It got the job done, didn't it?  Seriously though, don't tell Obi-Wan…please.”

- Once they were complete, illuminated with the help of a few glow rods you found stashed in his utility belt. You'd proudly display the mismatched couple on a shelf in his room, before heading off to the temple's annual party.  Hand in hand, fingers laced and intertwined together.  Wearing the same costumes you did when you first met, giggling the entire way there because…  “Seriously?!  Did this shrink?!  No kriffing way did I put on this much muscle in a year!  I'm going to pop a seam if I sneeze or something!”

*Spooky Scary, NSFW*

- After a night filled with dancing, laughing…stolen kisses, and a slew of potent witches brews.  Ani wraps a strong arm around your soft middle; fingers brushing, ghosting along your flared hips.  Insisting that you let him spirit you away, back to his room for…  “A scary good surprise, a little something you're always going to love.”

- Legs bent, pinned into a mating press; numb, sore from exhaustion.  Weak whimper bubbles up from your throat; merges with the wet, lewd sounds of his powerful thrusts.  Face and body flush, burning hot under his sinful gaze.  Words slightly slurred from the abundance of poison in your system, from the overwhelming pleasure pulsing in your core.  “I…I…  Too m-much…  Cun-Can't, gotta pull…  Gonna get me…”

- Monstrous length twitches in response, low groan rumbling in his broad chest.  While small (to him) spurts of pre coat your aching walls in a fresh coat of clear, sticky arousal.  Pumping more into your already packed pussy, making that cute paunch of yours round out and rise up just a bit further.  “Yeah, that’s the idea…”

- Big hands run across, calloused fingers trace along the surprisingly firm swell.  Pushing down hard enough with his bulk to make you squirm, mewl.  Some of his sweet, creamy filling seeping out around the base of his fat cock; splattering onto the stained sheets.  “Going to plant as many seeds as I can in this little patch of yours…”

- Mind blanks with each brutal, raw plunge.  Unable to think of anything but the sensation of his veiny shaft scraping.  The stuffed, bloated feeling he’s giving you.  A feeling that may or may not linger, go beyond this magical night.  Only to return over and over.  “Until we got ourselves a whole bunch of mini pumpkins…”

- Drives grow deeper, harsher.  “So you'll always stay…”  Bed rocking, banging; slamming against the wall, that one lone shelf.  The very same that holds your jack-o-lanterns, his most precious possessions.  “Never leave this universe ever again…”  Including one very special jedi holocron.  That goes crashing to, smashes into pieces on the floor.  Light flickering and extinguishing for one last time.  “Happy Anniversary, my padawan from Coruscant.”

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[dokoni-mo]

The Throne || Darth Vader x GN! Reader

summary: he can sense your burning desire.

NSFW // smut

word count: 3713

warnings: thigh-riding, dom/sub undertones, established relationship, secret relationship, praise, cursing, unfair power dynamics, inappropriate usage of the force, mentions of canon-typical violence, fear, very brief and slight degrading, aftercare, soft vader, minor spoilers for Kenobi episode 3

a/n: listen i can't be the only one that thought of this during this scene. also please bear with me if this isn't that good,, i don't write smut very often

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Mustafar. Volcanic planet located on the Outer Rim with rivers of lava cascading all over its rich, black surface. With temperatures so hot enough to burn the inside of your lungs, it's virtually impossible for any living lifeform to thrive upon it. Its one of the last places anyone would want to go.

Yet, for some odd reason, you found yourself there frequently.

It wasn't what you were expecting when you joined the Empire. It wasn't in the slightest. Upon recruit not too long after the Republic fell, you were just expecting to be a solider. Another cog in the wheel. You had signed up just hoping to get any sort of security in a galaxy of seemingly never-ending hostility. You didn't even agree with the Empire. You were just scared of what would happen if you didn't join them.

Perhaps that is what drew him to you. The smell of your fear.

You had always thought you were good at hiding it. You learned how to make sure it didn't show on your face; in your posture. But god damnit it was hard in the Empire. It was even harder around him. Granted, you didn't expect to be assigned maintaining his squadron of troopers so quickly, so you had very little time to prepare yourself. You often found yourself wondering: if you did have time to prepare back then, would it have gone any different? Would you have gotten reassigned by now? Would you have caught his eye like you did? Would the two of you had grown so close as you did?

But, more importantly, would you be in the position that you're in right now?

Growing close to him, you soon found yourself following him everywhere he went. He would make it a point to bring you every single place he went to. And, made it even more of a point to have you close at all times. Even during important meetings where you weren't allowed to be present, he would order you to wait by the door for him to return. Or wait for him to send someone to come and fetch you. It was only then were you allowed to go anywhere else.

This was another one of those times.

You had been waiting outside that room for what seemed like hours. With the hunt for that Obi-Wan guy going on, you were sure that he had a meeting about something related to that with one if not all of the inquisitors. You had heard a lot about them through him; just how useless and weak they were. Of course, you knew despite all of his complaints about them, they were still a force to be reckoned with. They were orders of magnitude more powerful than you. But, of course, compared to him, they were nothing. And you knew that was ultimately what made them get on his nerves.

But, all the same, he still had to deal with them. And whether it was because he wanted to spare you the headache, or simply because he just couldn't let you in on that information, he had you wait outside for him to finish.

You had figured it was going to at most be a few minutes. That, however, turned out to not exactly be the case. The ache in your legs told you that it had at least been a decent while, coupled with the fact that you were growing tired of the view. Mustafar was beautiful, in a very odd, foreboding way. But even with a view like that, you grew tired of waiting. Especially because you weren't allowed to do anything but wait.

Sometimes, it was a painful trade-off; the relationship you had with Lord Vader. But would you trade it for anything?

No. Never in a million years. Call yourself crazy, but you had grown fond of the sith lord after all this time. And, at least to you, he had grown fond of you as well. There weren't many people you were fond of anymore. That being the case, you made it a point to cling onto him like grim death. And if that meant tolerating his busy schedule, along with saving face and doing as he commanded when the two of you were in public (in order to not arouse any suspicion from the rest of the Empirical army), you would happily oblige.

Eventually, after letting what felt like the thousandth sigh that day escape through your lungs, you heard the faint sounds of boots clacking against the shiny, polished ground come around the corner, making your ears perk up at the noise. Turning to look over your shoulder, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when you discovered that the footsteps didn't belong to Lord Vader. Instead, they belonged to one of the stormtroopers that had been stationed outside the door, his blaster held tightly to his chest as he addressed you.

"Commander (L/N)?" the trooper said, getting your attention, "He's ready for you now."

You hoped your eyes didn't reveal the excitement that bubbled up from deep inside you. Giving the trooper a quick nod and a soft thank you, you made it a point to watch the solider leave before you made any moves. He liked to know that when he got you to himself, there was no one around that could potentially ruin the experience. It used to make you scared; knowing that if he flipped his switch one day and killed you, there'd be no one around to hear you scream. But, over time, you found yourself agreeing with him on that.

You liked being alone with the Dark Lord.

Perhaps you have gone crazy.

Your boots clacking against the floor, you rounded the corner to the entrance to the room, stopping briefly in front of the closed doors to punch in your clearance-code. A green light flashed at you when the last of your numbers was punched in, and the large, metal doors parted to open up for you. Immediately, you were greeted with a flash of red light from within, emanating off the windows to the outside world. Stepping into the room, you were greeted as well with the sight of the man of the hour. Lord Vader was perched in the middle of the sleek, dark room, sitting in the equally-as sleek and dark throne in the middle of it all. If it weren't for the few lights within the room itself, coupled with the deep crimson coming from outside, you wouldn't have even noticed that he was there. As soon as he saw you come in, you felt his gaze from behind the mask fall upon your smaller frame, the sound of his rhythmic, mechanical breath filling your ears.

"Commander (L/N)." he rumbled out, not moving an inch from his seated position as he continued to stare ahead at you. This earned a soft smile from you as you reached down beside the doorframe, pressing a few buttons on the control pad to close the doors behind you and lock them there from the inside.

"There's no need for the formalities, Vader." You responded as you pressed the last few buttons on the controls, "I made sure everyone was gone when I came in. It's just us now."

From the corner of your eye, you could see him relax a little more in his seat as you crossed your arms over your chest. Leaning against the doorframe, you were able to get a much better look at him now. Even sitting down, he still had his iconic intimidation factor. And, he still looked huge. He was a very large man to begin with; over six-and-a-half feet tall, all that bulk and armor. Maybe sitting down only amplified just how big his muscles were, because god damn. He really could make anyone feel small. Without even trying.

Interesting.

"How'd it go?" you asked him, lifting up your legs and bending them at the knee one by one to stretch them out.

You watched as he settled his back against the expanse of his throne, his hands loosely balling up into hard, leathery fists.

"I find myself growing more impatient with their incompetence by the hour." He rumbled out, his tone making it clear that he was quite frustrated after that meeting. This made you breathe out a sympathetic yet amused smile with a shrug.

"That's understandable, though." You replied, "I mean, they aren't you, Vader. I'm telling you: You should just go out there yourself, find him yourself. It'll save a lot of people a lot of hassle. And you'd find him a lot quicker."

He let out a low rumbles at your words; a sound he made when he knew that you were right.

"I am afraid I am assigned those fools by order of my master." He said. The mention of that man made you roll your eyes. Yeah, he was your boss, but from what you knew from Vader, he liked to make things unnecessarily complex just for grandiosity. Hell, you weren't even his apprentice, and you were annoyed with him You couldn't imagine how Vader felt about it. But, it was clear to you then that at the very least, he was beyond frustrated about the whole matter. He would never outwardly say it, but you just knew he was.

He didn't have to say it for you to know.

Picking yourself off of the doorframe, you clacked your boots over to where the Sith was sitting, kneeling down in front of him from in-between his long, muscular legs to be more at eye-level.

"Hey," you said softly, smiling up at him from your crouched position as you laid your soft hand on top of his own sat overtop his armored knee, "I'm sure that they'll pull their act together soon, alright? I mean, they have the most intimidating boss in the Galaxy. Surely that's enough motivation for them to get the job done. If not, well, just remind him who their boss is."

Vader stared down at you without a word, his mask pointed right at your face as he gazed down at you. You noticed how his breath in his respirator hitched briefly shortly before he spoke again.

"You have quite the outlook on such matters as these, (Y/N)." He rumbled out. Lifting up the hand that wasn't underneath your own, he reached down and gently cupped your face in his mechanical palm, earning another soft smile out of you from beneath him.

"I'm just telling you how it is. And I just know what you like to hear." you retorted back, leaning your head into his palm as you felt his thumb gently rub back and forth upon your flesh. Shifting your weight onto your knee, you released the hand you had on the one in his lap, replacing it with one on top of the one he had on your face, giving it a gentle squeeze. You relished in the brief moment of silence that fell overtop the pair of you before you spoke again, softer this time.

"I missed you today." You nearly whispered out, just loud enough for him to hear through his helmet. It was very much the truth; you had missed him. Even though you weren't gone for that long.

You watched as his head tilted to the side.

"Is that so?" he questioned. If you weren't paying attention, you would have missed the slight hint of amusement in the back of his voice; in the way the hand on your cheek tightened ever so softly. You nodded in response, feeling your face heat up at his words.

He let out another rumble, sitting back in his chair ever so slightly. He slipped his gloved hand from off your cheek, trailing his long, thick, robotic fingers down the length of your jaw. They found their new home resting upon your chin, the bone being held firmly yet gently between his thumb and pointer finger as he tilted it upwards towards his mask. Getting a good look at your flushed face, his thumb began to travel across your smooth, plump skin, gliding itself over your bottom lip and gently tracing the bottom of it as well.

"Perhaps I have been too neglectful of your needs as of late, commander." He said to you, his voice just a touch deeper than the normal dark, deep bass that it is.

Retracting the hand off your face, Lord Vader fully leaned back in his chair, fixing his posture to sit as straight as possible. The sith pushed his hips out from his seated position, making his legs extend out from his chair just a tad bit more. He snaked his hand down onto his large, thick thigh, patting the material that covered the muscle a few times as an invitation.

"Come."

Obeying his demands, you stood up from your kneeling position, stepping in such a way that each of your legs were on either side of his large thigh. You sat yourself on the midway point between his knee and hip bone, finding the seat rather comfortable despite being so menacing. Unable to quite get your balance at first, you rested your smaller hands on his chest, on either side of the panel of buttons that adorned his solar-plexus. The sith made note of how you seemed to be unable to find your proper balance and decided to help. Reaching out to you, you felt him place one large, strong, gloved hand on either one of your hips, giving them a squeeze of approval as he rubbed his thumbs into the bone underneath your clothing.

The Dark Lord seemed to simply admire you for a moment, perched on his thigh before him. He could feel the way your hands trembled lightly as they laid upon his chest; see the way your eyes were already glazed over in want. He was a busy man. he didn't get to be this close to you as often as he wanted to be.

That's why, when he did get the chance, he was keen on making it memorable.

Your lips parted as you felt his hands begin to travel up and down the expanse of your waist, the way his fingers ghosted over your back making you shudder in the cold, dark room. Your smaller body was warm under his touch, him able to feel it even through all the different layers of clothing and armor that adorned the two of you. Even though you couldn't see exactly where he was looking, you could feel his eyes on you as you felt his hands travel slowly down your back, stopping only briefly to give your hips and butt a tight squeeze.

"You seem unsettled, little one." he spoke to you, making note of the way your hands laid against him, alongside the bend of your brow as your face heated up some more.

"I-It's just been a little while, my lord." you responded back, feeling how his hands traveled back upwards to rest on your hips once again. He let out a rumble of approval at your verbiage; at the way you addressed him. You knew he liked to be called that during times like these. And he knew that you knew. This only added to his satisfaction. But still, the the tone of your voice, he could tell something was wrong. You were nervous. You were right in saying that it had been a while. He's a very busy man.

But then again, there's no need to fret, small one. Lord Vader would never do anything to hurt you.

Not unless you asked him to.

Lord Vader reached up one of his hands and brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his knuckles, "There is no reason to worry, my sweet. I have promised you long ago that I would always take care of you."

The Dark Lord placed his back on your hip.

"Now, allow me to prove it to you, little one. Follow my lead, and don't stop until I say. Otherwise there will be consequences."

Before you could blabber out a response to him, you felt his grip on your hips grow tight, enough to where you knew there would be bruises there in the morning. Without warning, the sith begun to grind your hips down onto his thick, muscular thigh, rocking you back and forth in small motions as your clothed crotch ground against his leg. The sudden motion made you gasp, your hands palming at his chest and shoulder armor as a desperate attempt to keep you balanced. After the initial shock of the sudden pleasure between your legs, you began to rock your hips along with his assistance. A plethora of soft, quiet moans and whimpers escaped your lips, your face heating up even further as you heard your sounds ricochet off of the walls of his throne room.

"There you are, my sweet, there... Keep going, pet. Give yourself to me." Lord Vader commanded you, giving you one quick bounce of his leg and watching you gasp again, but this time a loud, breathy moan following it. Embarrassed by making such a lewd noise, you bit your bottom lip as you tried to suppress your whines, curling your waist as you tried to grid against him further.

Seemingly displeased with you trying to hold back your voice, you watched through blurry, need-filled eyes as the dark lord snaked one of his hands up your body. It only stopped once it reached your chest, the sheer size of it nearly engulfing the entire expanse of your ribcage. Without much of a warning, you couldn't hold back your needy cries as he started to knead and grope at your chest.

"You said you know what I like to hear, correct?" he asked you, only it was phrased as if it were a demand, "Then act like it."

A pang of fear at his displeasure shot through your body. You has yet to see what a punishment from him looked like, and you found yourself not very keen that afternoon to see exactly what it would be. Following his demands, you nodded your head in response and kept your moans vocal without any shame. At the loss of one of his hands, you were finding it hard to balance on his thigh again, making your movements more sloppy than what he would have liked. As a solution, you felt the air around you grow tense as he reached out with his power, using the aid of the force to keep you in place.

Your face looked helpless as you continued to gasp and moan at every stroke along his leg, your cries just has helpless as you.

"F-Fuck- ahh fuck, my lord..! Please, don't stop! So good..!" you blubbered out in between your moans, your hips desperately trying to keep up with his pace.

"Look at you, darling. What a mess you are. You are doing so well for me, little one. Good... keep going. Obey me and I shall reward you." He rumbled in response, his hand on your chest gripping and massaging in all the right places.

After a good while of following his movements, you could feel the old, familiar coil winding inside your stomach. It made your movements more erratic, even to the point to where you were moving your waist much faster than he was guiding you. Feeling your increase in pace, Vader knew that could only mean one thing. To help you along, he began to bounce his knee at random intervals, finding it quite amusing the way you would gasp each time. Your fingers on his chest gripped onto him with nearly all your strength. Your moans had grown louder by the second, only this time you didn't care how embarrassing it was.

It was only him, you were giving them to, anyway.

"I sense that you are close." He said to you, almost so nonchalantly that it made you wanna scream. You tried to respond to him as best you could, but the only thing you could blather out through your thick, lusty haze that crept across your being.

"It is alright, my star. Let go for me. Show me just how I and I alone make you feel."

With that, you let yourself go for him, relishing in the orgasm that ripped itself through your body and forced a plethora of moans escape your lips. Your orgasm made your body go weak, the pure, raw bliss coursing through your veins rendering you unable to move a muscle. To help you ride your high, Lord Vader pushed your hips into his thighs a few more times, his mechanical breath far more ragged than before. He watched as you rose and then came back down from your state of euphoria, watching you without a word as your chest rose and fell beneath his touch as you panted. As he released you from his hold on you through the force, he gently reached out and guided you down to lay against his chest, sensing that you would be far too weak to sit there on your own.

Your body was hot against his, and your small hands grabbed at any part of him that he could reach. With your body in toe, he leaned against the back of his throne, one hand stroking through your sweat, dampened forehead whilst the other held onto you, his arm snaked around your torso. He could tell that you were quite tired now as he rumbled out a few short, small praises to you, not expecting any sort of response in return. Which, for the moment he was fine with. You had done so well for him. It would just be cruel to have you keep going in a state such as this. After having you, he felt much more charitable than he normally did at any given moment.

And whilst sitting upon his throne? In his castle, on his planet on his edge of the galaxy? With his little darling so cutely in his arms?

How could he not be in such a better mood?

~~~

[7-wonders]

The Force and Its Tragedies (Sith!Anakin Skywalker)

Summary: Joining the Rebel Alliance was always going to be a risk to your life and safety. But never did you think that you would end up in the clutches of the evil that you have been fighting to take down. And never did you think that you would reveal your biggest secret to said evil.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Kay, so this is my first (and maybe last? depending on reception) Star Wars fic in a long, long time. It's also a Sith!Anakin Skywalker fic. Suitless, uncrispy Vader, if you will. Let me know your thoughts, feedback is always appreciated. If you enjoyed, please like, comment, or reblog! If you didn't enjoy, pick a time and place and we shall duel.

The first thing that you realize upon waking up is that you have no memory of how you came to be in a position where you would need to wake up. The last thing you remember, your small group of Rebels had landed on Naboo to follow up with the Gungans on a lead about the Empire’s supposed killing machine, the Death Star. Now you’re here…if only you knew where ‘here’ was.

That’s when you realize the second thing, which is that you’re restrained. Considering you don’t usually restrain your hands and feet before going to bed, you’re a little concerned. Now you’re actually awake, and your eyes shoot open to see what situation you’ve found yourself in. You’re strapped to a platform that stands vertically, the restraints being the only things keeping you from falling over. The room is small and constructed almost entirely of steel, with no technology to give you any sort of indication as to where you are.

“Hello?” you call out, cringing as your voice echoes through the room. You clear your throat and try again. “Can anyone hear me?”

The door, a panel on the wall that looks the same as the rest of the room, opens before you can again attempt to summon anyone, and you know that you’re in far more danger than you had originally thought. The all-black figure that marches in would be imposing based on size alone, but the lightsaber at his hilt and the helmet covering his face make him a creature of nightmares. Everybody in the galaxy, and probably outside of it, knows who this is, how he came to be. After all, the Jedi Order and the Republic only fell a mere five years ago.

Anakin Skywalker was a name only spoken in whispers by people gossiping and retelling how the so-called Chosen One had heeded Darth Sidious’s call, executing Order 66 flawlessly and without any mercy. Nobody knew for certain what had happened that day on Mustafar when the student battled the teacher. The only thing that was certain was that after that, both Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker had disappeared, the former presumed dead and the latter taking on the mantle of Darth Vader (the worst-kept secret in all the worlds). Some say that he wears the helmet because he had been burned beyond recognition and the suit was the only thing keeping him alive, others claim it’s solely for the fear that it strikes in the hearts of his opponents. Whatever the reason, it’s certainly striking fear into your heart right now.

The door slides shut behind him with a hiss, and for a long few minutes, he just stands there and stares at you. It’s obviously an intimidation tactic, but it’s doing its job. You can’t see his eyes, yet you can still feel them boring into your skin. It’s uncomfortable, and you squirm under his gaze.

“So,” he begins, his modulator-altered deep voice making you jump, “this is the best that the Rebel Alliance can come up with?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You parrot the alibi you’ve gone over multiple times since you were assigned to this mission. “I was on Naboo to trade textiles.”

“Liar.” He takes a step closer to you, and your breath catches in your throat. “We know that you’re with the Rebels.”

You shake your head. “You’re mistaken.”

“Am I?” His voice sounds mocking—he probably is mocking you. “If you’re not going to tell me what I want to know, I can always just take it from you. I’m going to ask one more time. What were you doing on Naboo?”

“I already told you.”

His head tilts thoughtfully. “So you’re going to be difficult today? Very well, then.”

It’s difficult to explain what it’s like when someone tries to go through your mind unless the person has also gone through the same experience. Unfortunately, it seems that more and more people these days have experienced the cruel interrogation tactics of the Empire. It’s a horrible feeling, one that you can never forget once it’s happened to you.

It’s an invasion of privacy in the worst form when you learn that your mind is not nearly as impenetrable as it’s supposed to be. Your mind feels as though it’s being physically rifled through, one layer at a time. The pain would be enough to send you to your knees if you were physically able to, but your vision whites out instead.

Going down without a fight would be to go against your very nature, so you force yourself to regain some of your wits and attempt what the Rebellion has been training you to do. You lift your head up to stare back at Vader, taking deep breaths in and then, with each breath out, physically pushing him out of your mind. He retreats suddenly, almost stumbling back. You’re sure that this is how you die, considering you’ve never heard anybody ‘defeat’ Darth Vader and live to tell the tale. To your surprise, however, he looks at you and laughs. Maybe you did die? That’s the only logical reason why he would be laughing right now.

“I didn’t realize we had a Jedi as our guest of honor today.”

“I’m not a Jedi.”

“No, but the Force is strong with you.” 

“That’s–”

“There’s no use coming up with more lies. Not when I can feel it.” A hand comes up to your face, and you flinch as he brushes an errant hair out of your eyes. “Someone’s on edge.”

You roll your eyes. “Pardon me for being a little jumpy after being captured by some creature in a mask.”

“‘Creature in a mask,’” he repeats dryly. After a moment, his hands come up to his mask. You can hear the mechanisms unlatching his mask, and you close your eyes to try and shield yourself from the horrors you’re inevitably about to face.

Slowly, hesitantly, you peek out of one of your eyes before both open to make sure that what you’re seeing is correct. The stories, it turns out, are wrong. Darth Vader is not some burned husk of a man that’s clinging to life, nor is he horribly disfigured. Darth Vader is arguably one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. His golden-brown curls fall to just above his shoulders, and his sharp features are striking. With a face like his, you can easily see why people could so easily fall to the dark side. The only thing that does give you pause is his eyes; bright and yellow, the eyes of a Sith.

A smirk appears on his full lips, and you know that he doesn’t need to read your mind to know that you’re enjoying (unhappily, albeit) this revelation. “Now that I’ve successfully toppled your ‘creature in a mask’ assumption–”

“You can still be a soulless creature no matter how you look,” you hiss.

Vader raises an eyebrow at you, daring you to speak out of turn again. Upon seeing that the message has been received loud and clear, he continues. “The Jedi keep thorough records of Force-sensitive younglings throughout the galaxy. How did you escape them, then?”

Too late, you realize that you perhaps should have pushed aside your tendency for self-preservation. Maybe revealing that you’re Force-sensitive to a Sith was a very, very bad idea. Judging by the sudden interest in your past, you’re leaning more towards that it was definitely bad instead of just ‘maybe’ bad.

You don’t realize that you’ve inadvertently refused to answer the question until that same pain shoots through your head once again, making you cry out in pain. “Need I remind you what happens if you don’t play by the rules?” The pain disappears just as suddenly as it appeared. If you weren’t tied up right now, you would absolutely flip Darth Vader off. Instead, you settle for mentally flipping him off. It doesn’t have the same effect. “Answer my question.”

You sigh heavily. “Fine! My parents didn’t want to give me up, they refused to allow me to be taken away by the Jedi. I was eight when they came for me, and my parents told them I was dead. They sent me off-planet to stay with family for the week, just to make sure they couldn’t track me.”

“Smart. Although, letting an untrained Force-sensitive run around to wreak havoc on everyone and everything probably wasn’t the best call.”

“I guess my folks weren’t thinking long-term.”

Vader laughs at this. The sound doesn’t reassure you. “It’s been a few years since I’ve seen someone with your…potential.”

“Could that be because you killed all of them?” you ask dryly. He rolls his eyes, but thankfully doesn’t cause you any more pain.

“It’s been even longer since I’ve had an apprentice.” 

Your heart drops into your stomach when you realize what he’s implying, and you can feel the cold sweat that begins to form. “I don’t need to be trained. I don’t want to be trained. Especially by you.”

“Think about all that you could accomplish by honing your skills! You could become great, Y/n.” You don’t recall telling him your name—had he gleaned it from looking through your head? Or had it been the Gungans themselves who had betrayed you and sent you to this fate the moment you touched down on Naboo? 

“I don’t need you in order to be great.”

Something dark—darker than what you’ve already seen from him—crosses Darth Vader’s face. You’ve angered him by turning him down, and some part of you knows that people who anger him don’t live to see another rotation. His gloved hand hovers above the hilt of his lightsaber, your heart thundering in your chest at the action.

Instead of removing the lightsaber, igniting it, and slicing you in half, Vader simply fiddles with its position on his belt, like some sort of coping mechanism while he thinks. He turns away from you, looking back at his discarded helmet on the table next to the door. You remain silent during these long few minutes, too scared to speak up and ask him why he’s decided to change tactics. Then, he turns around. By the smile on his face, you’re almost wishing that he stayed facing the door.

“Let’s play a little game.” Vader’s hand flexes and your restraints unlock. You fall to the ground, catching yourself on your hands and knees. Your limbs tingle at the sudden unrestricted movement, and you have to give yourself a second before you can push yourself up to a standing position again. “You hide and try to escape, and I seek. If you win, you walk away from here free. If I win, you become my apprentice.”

“And if I don’t want to play?”

He grins. “You don’t get a choice.”

That’s what you were expecting him to say, yet there was a part of you hoping that he wouldn’t. Vader glances behind him, opening the door at his command.

“I’ll even give you a head start.”

If you don’t go, you’re conceding defeat before you can even start, and you won’t allow him to have you without a fight. You look back at Vader one more time, who teasingly motions with his hands for you to get going, before sprinting out of the door. A pair of stormtroopers stare at you as you pass them, but they don’t follow. You don’t stick around to hear if Vader’s telling them not to shoot you. 

(When the Troopers hesitantly peer into the room you were being held prisoner in to say, “Sir, the prisoner has escaped. Should we engage?” Darth Vader does, in fact, tell them that they do not have permission to engage and that they should leave this to him)

You round a random corner to make sure that you’re far enough away to have this crucial second before pausing. Your hands fumble for the inner lining of your jacket, and you rip apart the loose seams to pull out the emergency homing signal that all members of the rebellion are sent on missions with. The button is pressed once, twice, three times, which is all the time you’ll allow yourself before you’re running again to try and find some way out of here. The pipes along the top of the wall serve as your guide; you know that they’ll lead somewhere, whether it be an electrical hub that you can sabotage or an exit.

“Rebel,” a voice echoes through the halls further than a voice should reasonably be able to echo. The surprise of it sends you screeching to a stop as your head swivels from left to right in an attempt to see how he’s caught up to you already. When you see that he isn’t, in fact, anywhere near, it becomes clear that he’s projecting to you.

“Stay out of my head!” He’ll hear you even though you’ve whispered it under your breath. After all, if there’s one thing you know about the Sith, it’s that their powers are frightening and limitless.

“Mm, no. I don’t think I will.” Back to sprinting you go, following the pipes and begging your feet to move faster and faster until it feels like you’re hardly touching the ground. “Your shields are impressive for someone with such little training. Once I find you, we’ll work to make sure that they’re impenetrable.”

“Like this?” 

A Jedi who had escaped Order 66 and ended up joining the Rebel Alliance, Dia Dorvin took you under her wing when she recognized that there was another Force-sensitive within the ranks. Though there wasn’t much she could train you on, having just barely achieved the rank of Jedi Knight before the fall of the Republic, she tried her best to help you at least hone your skills. Dia would be proud of the way you use her gentle voice to remind you to slam shut the proverbial steel doors of your mind that Vader has managed to slip through. Your mind goes blissfully silent, and you wish you could see the look on his face when he’s realized that you’ve shut him out without his ‘training.’

The loading hangar is devoid of any life when you make it, and only a few droids beep at you when you hit the button to open the hangar doors to give you any indication at all that they recognize your presence. When the door begins to open, you see lava and obsidian outside. Interesting that Darth Vader decided to build his home base on the same planet where he allegedly killed his former master, though that may be more due to the circumstance of an inhospitable planet serving as a good hideout then some sort of poetic justice.

Before you can run past the TIE Fighters and numerous other ships whose makes you couldn’t begin to name, the sound of heavy boots echoes at the back of the room. Considering the stormtroopers are much lighter on their feet to maintain the element of surprise, there’s only one person those footsteps could belong to. Even without that knowledge, your intuition just knows who’s coming. You dive behind a pile of shipping containers, snatching an iron bar from one of the work tables as you do so.

Your breathing is too loud, too scared, and you slap a hand over your mouth to try and keep quiet. Vader’s moving slowly through the hangar, listening carefully for any sign of you. A droid chirps at him, loud and insistent. The red flash of a lightsaber and the sound of metal being slashed gives you enough of an idea what’s happened to that little droid.

“Where, oh where, could my little rebel be?” Vader’s voice sounds like it’s coming from everywhere, making it impossible for you to tell where he is in the hangar. He lets out a laugh before his sing-song tone says, “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

He’s enjoying this, you realize. The sick bastard is hunting you, like a predator stalks their prey, and he’s having fun doing so. You have to move, and now. Slowly, you poke your head out from behind the containers, only to see that Vader isn’t anywhere in your field of vision.

The hairs on the back on your neck stand up, and you tense right before you feel him behind you. “Boo,” he whispers into your ear. You try to jump over the crates, but he grabs you by the back of your shirt and flings you to the ground.

Your back collides harshly with the ground, and you cough as you try to get your breath back. When you can finally breathe again, you look up only to be faced with Vader’s bright-red lightsaber inches away from your face. The heat from it is intense, and trying to be as still as possible only makes you want to involuntarily jerk more.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. For some reason (like, say, the lightsaber currently pointed at you), you highly doubt that. “Come with me, Y/n. Embrace your destiny, who you’re meant to be.”

Keeping eye contact with him, you stretch your fingertips to get the metal bar that you dropped closer to you. Once it’s close enough, you wrap your fingers around it. “Fuck you.”

You swing the bar at Vader with all your strength, making direct contact with the hand that holds his lightsaber. It doesn’t hurt him, but it does catch him off-guard enough that the lightsaber goes flying out of his grasp. Scrambling back up to your feet, you ready yourself to swing once again as he calls his lightsaber back with the Force.

Vader’s other hand stretches towards you, using the Force to stop you from bashing his head in. The bar won’t swing any further, an invisible hand keeping it from moving any more. In the distance, you can hear the distinct sound of a ship exiting hyperdrive.

“I admire your tenacity, but this ends now.”

Suddenly, you see it. Your way out, and your last hope. “You’re right.” You lift your shaking hand in the air towards a control tower. Now, it’s your turn to smile. “This does end now.”

Yanking your hand back towards you, the control tower collapses along with it, like you’re pulling it with an invisible string. Sparks fly from the wires, and Vader is forced to roll out of the way to keep from being crushed under all of the metal. You take your chance and run outside before he can try to get back around the now-destroyed tower.

The Mustafarian heat is immediately oppressing, sweat beading on your brow as you scan the skies. The dot in the distance quickly becomes an actual ship—a Rebel Alliance ship. The back of the ship opens, and the familiar faces of your friends and comrades appear. They’re yelling for you to hurry, holding their hands out as the pilot drops as close to the ground as they can.

Your legs are burning from the exertion of having to run for your life yet again, a stitch forming in your side as you extend your hand and jump. Though the crew is not Force-sensitive, you trust them with your life…literally. Yet again they come through, a hand grabbing onto yours and ensuring that you won’t fall.

Rip and Oona, two of your fellow Rebels, each grab an arm and haul you up onto the ship. They’re hanging onto you like you’re going to turn to smoke and slip out of their hands. Given the circumstances that have led to this moment, you don’t exactly blame them.

“Kriff, Y/n, are you okay?” Rip is frantically looking you up and down, checking for any sign of injury.

“Yeah, we were sure you were a goner!” Oona adds.

“I’m good. Let’s just get out of here.”

“On it!” Voth yells from the pilot’s seat up front.

As the back of the ship closes and the crew springs to prepare to again enter hyperdrive back to the Rebel Alliance base you’ve all been stationed at, you can’t help but look down at Vader’s fortress. Sure enough, you see a tall, broad silhouette staring up at your ship. Just before you lose sight of him, you hear his voice in your head one last time.“You may have won the battle. But I promise you, my little Rebel, that I will win this war.”

[desireandduty]

There was a part of Padmé that reacted viscerally when Anakin followed the twins and Obi-Wan upstairs to the nursery. The idea of letting him out of her sight, out of her reach, so soon after his return was not what she wanted in the slightest. But this whole family needed to be fed, and she would see him again soon. Still, she remained in place, watching them go upstairs with a wistful expression on her face. Sabé observed all of this and just nudged her side teasingly as they went into the kitchen together.

By now, she'd learned to cook well enough not to burn anything, so breakfast was a normal if slightly rowdier affair. Sitting beside her husband at the table, watching their children eat with the reckless abandon of three-year-olds who haven't yet learned to care about appearances, holding his hand beneath the table, it was everything Padmé had once dreamed of having when she'd imagined her future family as a teenager. When Anakin stood up to help her clear the table, she smiled at him as she carted in a stack of plates to the kitchen and began to fill the sink. She listened as he spoke, adding soap into the sinkful of water and letting the dishes soak for a little while.

“Oh Ani… I don’t even know how to tell you how much I love you. Or how proud I am of you. These last three years without have been so hard, but at least I had our babies with me, and our friends. You’ve been out there on your own. I never want you to go through that again. No matter what else comes at us, I want to face it together.” She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Reaching up with one hand, she cupped his face while smiling tenderly at him. “You deserve to know Luke and Leia, to spend time with them. Luke already adores you, and Leia is just… she’s the more cautious twin. Luke throws himself headlong into new relationships and new experiences. He reminds me a lot of a little boy I met on Tatooine many years ago.”

She began scrubbing each dish clean, handing them one by one to him to dry. “I’m not sure what exactly you want to do first now that you’re back. But I did record as many holos of them growing up as I could. We could watch them together if you wanted.” She knew it wasn’t the same as being there for the actual moments, but she’d still wanted him to be able to witness things like their first smiles, first words, first steps. And a thousand other funny little family moments that she’d captured over the years. From the other room, she heard the patter of little feet rushing to the front door, then Sabé poked her head into the kitchen to explain that they were all going out to the garden. Padmé nodded, then turned back to Anakin and asked, "What was it like, out there with your pirate crew?"

"It is a funny haircut, isn't it?" Anakin agreed seriously, his expression somber before the corner of his mouth twitched into a hint of a smile. Then, his daughter's priority changed rather rapidly, to addressing her hunger, and everyone seemed to relax again. As he stood once more to his full height, Obi-Wan approached him and enveloped him in a hug. Their bond in the force, Anakin was sure, had never failed or faltered. Even if he had not been using his gifts, and he was sure Obi-Wan had abstained as well, there was always a certainty that if something bad happened, Obi-Wan would have been able to reach him. "It's good to see you again, Anakin," was all Obi-Wan said as he released him, but Anakin was sure he was feeling the same joy and elation that they all were. His smile was genuine and warm as ever, and the years lost between them had hardly touched his face.

He followed Padmé's gaze down the hall to Sabé who he was surprised to see, though he didn't say so. Her expression was initially curious, perhaps wary, and then it softened as she saw all was well and no one was in danger. Sabé met Padmé half way down the hall, and with one last glance over her shoulder, his wife and her double went to the kitchen while Leia took hold of Obi-Wan's hand and Anakin simply followed their lead. As they played with the twins, Anakin could scarcely believe the way he was feeling. The twins would take time to get to know him and trust him, though Luke seemed well on his way. Leia would be more difficult but he has faith. He loved her already, had since he'd known she existed, and he was certain she would love him, too. She had to. Children were like that.

It wasn't that he'd chosen to miss the first three years of their lives. He has wanted nothing more than to be with them, always. And he was glad Obi-Wan had been there for them, for all of them, when he couldn't. He was home now. He had no idea how to play with toddlers but now he had the time to learn. It wasn't long before the smell of breakfast wafted from the kitchen downstairs, and Obi-Wan was, as he always had with younglings, shuffling the twins along, promising more playtime when the meal was finished. Leia, who had been playing though mostly with Luke, seemed pleased to eat and even though she took her uncle's hand and not her father's, Anakin couldn't be disappointed for too long. Luke, who had been glued to Anakin as if they hadn't only just met, seemed to notice and take pity on his father, escorting him down the stairs.

Breakfast was crowded, a little noisy, and Anakin would not have wished to be anywhere else. Sabé and Padmé had prepared a simple but delicious meal with a few extra treats as part of their impromptu celebration, which the twins were thrilled about. They talked, as if Anakin had not just arrived after three years, joking and laughing and smiling. He found it a bit overwhelming and perhaps it showed, but Padmé squeezed his hand under the table and grounded him, reassured him. He couldn't recall the last time he'd seen Obi-Wan so relaxed. Order 66 had been a tragedy and there had been so much pain for all those who survived, but Obi-Wan had found his place, just like Anakin would. That wasn't to say he wasn't still keeping an eye on the developments back on Coruscant, but they weren't his only priority. He had a family, perhaps not the same as his Jedi one, but still good. Things were different and yet Anakin couldn't have imagined them being any better.

When the meal was finished, Anakin stepped in when Sabé made to gather the dishes, taking over for her so he might help Padmé clear the table. He wanted to be everywhere at once: with Obi-Wan, to tell him his stories and hear his old master's thoughtful commentary, to know what he'd been doing for three years, to find out if he was okay. He wanted to be with the twins, learning about them, spending time with them, being near them. And he wanted to be with Padmé, to never leave her side for another moment, to kiss her and hold her and never let her leave his sight. Anakin had always been a man of wanting. He had thought he might never be full. But now...now it felt right. He felt complete. They had time, time like they'd never had before. "I don't know where to start," he admitted as she filled the sink.

"I wish there were three of me so I could do everything at once. I want us all to be together like this, forever. I never want to leave again. Missing you doesn't quite explain how I've felt these years. I'm afraid this is all ...a dream and if I blink, you'll all be gone. I died a little everyday I was away from you. I thought I knew what it felt like to miss someone, to yearn for them, but I didn't. I wouldn't wish what I endured on my worst enemy, Padmé. I love you so much."

[weixuldo]

Never Forgotten// ch 8

Vader x F!Reader

(A/N: ILL BE OFF MY HURT COMFORT BINGE SOON DW, but the slow burn is finally starting to spark!!! also if u get a chance i’d love ur input on the question in the a/n at the end!)

You comfort Vader after his fight with Obi-Wan and he has some revelations

Warnings: cursing, nightmares, emotional trauma, injury description

Wc: 1830

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You requested he had at least a week to recover, which the emperor surprisingly agreed to. He needed to heal physically and emotionally.

You moved him to his room, which he never really got much use from. You spent each moment with him, letting him work through his thoughts, changing bandages, and just keeping him company. You wanted him to get better so he could be back to himself, but you enjoyed being able to spend time with him.

The more you were around him the more your heart hurt. You were beyond falling in love, now your heart was pained by how much you yearned for him. But everytime you were close to telling him how you felt, your fears of rejection and the unknown held you back. You didn’t know if your heart could handle it if he rejected you, so you settled for this limbo.

Presently, Vader was lying in his rarely used bed, pristine sheets covering his lower half. Today you helped him put on his arms since their repairs were finished, but you left his legs off because they needed more fine tuning. He was without his mask and left only in undergarments to allow his wounds to breathe. He slowly began providing details about his past and how he and his former master split.

“I tried to tell him that from my perspective, the Jedi were evil. They used me for years, they used him, but he didn’t want to hear it” Vader spoke from his bed as you walked around his room.

You understood their relationship was an intricate one, you understood Vader’s hatred of his old master, but you could also feel his pain. He truly cared for Obi Wan.

“After the incident on Mustafar, I could not rest until I found him. He did this to me. He took everything.”

You could see from his perspective and Obi-Wan’s. Anakin was taken advantage of and to him, Obi-wan ruined his life. But it was his own actions that led to many complications in his old life. And Obi Wan should have payed more attention to Anakin’s shift and been there for him, but he was only following his morals, just as Anakin was.

You walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, he stopped talking and met your gaze. The frustration and pain in his face subsided momentarily. He placed a metal hand on your forearm as you thought about how to comfort him. Slowly, but swiftly you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“Well, I’m here if you need anything” you whispered, tightening your grip.

Vader was caught off guard. You were embracing him, comforting him. His heart began to flutter, thank the stars he wasn’t hooked up to the vital machine or else it would be beeping like crazy.

He slowly leaned into your touch and lightly placed his steel appendages around your waist. He relaxed and breathed in your calming scent. Lavender mint with a dash of sea breeze.

“Thank you, F/N” he said to you, as you rose from his side.

He debated risking it all just to tell you how ethereal you were. But he was too afraid. How could you come to love someone as vile as him. He was fearful of your response. He lost everything he held dear, he didn’t want to lose you too.

If he only knew.

You smiled at him, “always.”

The more time you spent with him the more you noticed the yellowish hues in his irises had subsided. What was left were the eyes of Anakin.

Your Ani.

You got back up and began meddling with some stuff on the desk. “Do you ever tire of being the fear striking Lord Vader?” You asked.

He laid his head back onto his pillow and stared at the ceiling as he let out a sigh.

“I am contempt with my duties, though sometimes I tire of the cowardice everyone shows in my presence.”

You giggled, “Well you are pretty intimidating Ani. The first time we reunited you almost choked me to death”.

Though you were lighthearted with the statement, he cringed. That incident deeply troubled him, how could he do that to you?

His F/N.

“And for that I am more regretful than you know, F/N. I am truly sorry.”

He was beyond ashamed of the incident and quickly steered away from that conversation.

“Do you remember the soup my mother used to make?” Vader asked as you turned to face him.

“Of course I do! It was only the most delicious thing in all the galaxy! I especially liked when she’d shape the bread that went with it into tiny animals.” You beamed reminiscing about the delectable meal.

“Wow, I did not expect you to remember it so fondly.” Vader quipped.

“I remember Watto craved it so often he made me try to recreate it. Obviously I never could get it quite like the Shmi Skywalker” you responded.

He smiled to himself, this past didn’t hurt to remember.

“Oh! What was it? Do you remember what your mom used to say about us? she used to say it all the time” You asked, you remembered what she said, she said you two would be married. You always blushed when she would tease, but it made you feel happy every time she would. You just wanted to know if he remembered it.

He rested his hand over his mouth and laughed. “That I do. How could I forget, “Mrs. Skywalker” he teased.

You stopped in your tracks, he was always a smooth guy, but damn, you forgot how much of a tease he was. You blushed, but hoped he didn’t notice.

“Yes, she always did say we would be wed” he chuckled to himself.

Masking the excitement the best you could you agreed, “Yes! That’s it, that’s what she said! Haha, how could I forget? I mean we were the best looking pair in Mos Espa.” Now it was his turn to blush

“Indeed” he said, he could feel his lungs working overtime to compensate for his fast heart rate. He could feel himself wheezing.

You quickly picked up on his discomfort and grabbed an oxygen mask to place over his face. He thanked you and focused on regulating his breathing. You nodded and began to start the nightly routine of cleaning around his ports and rubbing the ointments into his skin.

This routine had become quite comforting for the both of you. He loved to feel your gentle hands over his battered body and you loved just to be close to him. __________________________________________

You spent the last two nights in his room, sleeping on a chair close to his bed so you could monitor him periodically throughout the night. The chair was not comfortable whatsoever, but you would sleep there if it meant helping him in any way. He seemed to have nightmares, but he never woke up because of them. But tonight was different.

Around midnight you were awoken by heavy breathing and thrashing. You cracked your eyes open and dimly saw Vader fighting in his sleep. This nightmare was different though, he was muttering a string of “No’s”and “Please’s”. You walked towards his bedside through the dark of the room, you began to sit by his side as he shot up.

He winced at the sudden movement and gasped when you placed a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively he initiated the force to protect himself. You felt your air passage cutting off, before he noticed it was you. He immediately released his hold and began to pant, “sorry! I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-“.

He was shaking violently, you didn't care about what just happened, you understood having instincts, nothing to apologize for. “It’s ok Ani, It was a dream, You’re ok”

You drew him into your chest as you held the back of his head with your hand. He desperately clung onto you and burrowed his face into you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he kept repeating.

You held him tight and ran a hand down his back soothingly, careful of the saber burn near his shoulders. You let him cry into you as you comforted him.

“It’s ok Ani, It’s ok.” You cooed as he began to calm down. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him, tilting his face towards yours.

He hesitated before shaking his head. You were too pure to be burdened with his fears. You nodded and continued to hold him, his steel digits grasping at the fabric of your nightgown.

After he calmed down you began to head back to your chair before he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait. Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded. “C-could you lay with me?”

Of course you would. You would do anything for this man.

You nodded and hopped in under the covers next to him. You turned on your side to face him, but before you could roll all the way over you felt his tight embrace around you. He breathed you in and sighed into your hair. He felt safe.

“Ani, are you sure you’re alright?” You asked, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were clenched shut, but slowly softened and opened to look at you.

“Now that you’re here, I am.” He said once before closing his eyes again. You rested your head on his broad chest and welcomed his warmth. You felt happy. You provided him comfort and if you couldn’t be his love, at least you could be something to him.

After a while you shifted to having your foreheads touching. He had descended into sleep once more, but he still had a comfortable grip on you. You admired him secretly as you peeped open your eyes. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He was always a beautiful boy, even now just as he was.

Without thinking you tilted up to kiss his forehead. The sensation of his scarred face felt different on your soft lips, but it felt good nonetheless. You felt comforted by his presence. If you could just stay like this forever, playing house in your mind. You wanted this to be your new normal, you wanted-__________________________________________

On the other end of the kiss there was Anakin. He wasn’t fully asleep, he was waiting for the chance to gaze upon your sleeping face. Instead he felt your lips on his face.

Your lips.

He could have melted on the spot. There was such a tenderness to your kiss, he could feel the way your breath hitched once you backed away.

Were you nervous?

No, he’s the nervous one here.

Was it possible that you harbored similar feelings to his own? Could you care for him in the way he did for you?

No.

He couldn’t. He didn’t know if he could open himself up to love again. Yet he heard a small, distant voice in the back of his mind, “Go ahead, let her in, Ani.”

Padme.

She gave him her blessing to move on. She encouraged him to go to you.

He was free.

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(a/n: okok yes comfort overload, but i think i have an idea for the ending. Idk how i’m gonna intertwine it with the cannon end tho :/ ngl, i don’t wanna add luke and leia, but what do u guys think?)

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