#yandere Darth vader

[luv-lock]

⸻ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ⸻

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader

Headcanon: how would he be when he's obsessed?

Notes: English is not my first language. Reader is not human. Hope you enjoy!

It all starts with one simple thing: your beauty. The moment Anakin lays eyes on you, his heart stops. He doesn’t understand why. His gaze lingers on you, and for the first time in his life, he feels as if he’s been struck by something deeper than admiration—a hunger. You’re different from anyone he’s known. There’s something about the way you move, the way your hair catches the light, the way your presence fills a room.

It’s not just physical attraction, though—there’s a deeper longing in him. He feels as though you’re the answer to something he’s been searching for his entire life, a missing piece of the puzzle that is his very existence. You aren’t just a princess or an alien; to him, you’re perfect, destined for him, his only salvation.

Your first conversation is a blur for him. He remembers your voice, gentle and confident, as if it was made to soothe the burning ache in his soul. But everything else is secondary. You were polite, kind even, maybe even curious about him, but Anakin is too consumed by his thoughts. All he can do is watch you, those eyes of his never leaving your form. Every word you say, every movement you make, it burrows itself into his mind like an anchor, tethering him to you.

In his mind, he’s already begun constructing a future. You’re together, always. He doesn’t care that you’re not human, doesn’t care about your status, your race, or the hundreds of things that should stand between the two of you. All he sees is that you’re meant to be with him, and that’s it.

Anakin’s obsession is not the quiet, lurking kind. It’s a burning desire that overwhelms him at all hours. It starts innocently—he asks about you, seeks you out in crowds, follows you to wherever you go. His intentions aren’t always malicious, but he is always watching. You don’t realize it at first. He’s subtle, yet persistent. A few glances here and there, a brief touch on your shoulder as he brushes past. The way he smiles at you—distracting, but also all-consuming.

When you’re not near him, he grows restless. His thoughts spiral. He can’t stop thinking about you. He dreams of you—what it would be like to have you all to himself, to keep you close, never letting you go. He begins to see you as a symbol of everything he wants. But this isn’t the kind of love that should be cherished. This love is possessive, as though your existence is only meaningful if it’s entwined with his.

As time passes, Anakin begins to pull you closer to him in ways you may not even recognize at first. He’s protective of you, sure, but it goes beyond that. He doesn’t just want to keep you safe—he wants to control your every move, your every decision. Slowly, he manipulates situations to make himself the center of your world. The Jedi Council, the Republic—none of it matters to him. You do.

There are moments when he’ll corner you, his fingers lingering a bit too long on your arm, his breath too close to your ear. You can feel his eyes on you, his gaze full of an emotion you can’t place. But something about it makes you uneasy.

Anakin’s feelings for you only grew as time went on. He began to believe that you were the one he was meant to be with. He saw you as the perfect balance to his chaotic life, the one person who could calm the storm raging inside of him. But his obsession took on a darker tone when he began to think of you as his salvation. If you just realized how much he needed you—how much he couldn’t live without you—then everything would make sense.

But the problem was, you didn’t see it the same way. You weren’t sure what he wanted, what he expected from you. Sometimes, you found his intensity overwhelming, even frightening. He was possessive in a way that felt almost suffocating. The way he would stare at you, always lingering just a little too long… the way he would touch you, his fingers grazing your arm in passing, his hand resting a little too possessively on your shoulder, making it hard to pull away.

It all came to a head one night. You were alone in the Jedi Temple, finishing up some work. You didn’t hear him approach, but you felt his presence before you saw him. When you looked up, Anakin stood before you, his face a mixture of longing and something darker—something dangerous.

“Don’t,” you said softly, as he took a step forward. You had already felt his eyes on you too many times, felt the weight of his unspoken desire hanging in the air.

“Don’t what?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. His gaze never wavered from you. “Don’t come closer? Don’t want me?”

Your heart beat faster. You could feel the tension in the air, the electricity between you. He was dangerously close now, his breath warm against your face. You backed up instinctively, but the wall stopped you. He was too close, and there was nowhere to run.

“I don’t want this, Anakin,” you whispered, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to stay calm.

“You don’t understand,” he said, a manic edge creeping into his voice. “I need you. You’re the only one who can save me. Please… Please don’t leave me.” His hand reached out, cupping your face, and for a moment, he looked like a child, desperate for approval, for love. It was a stark contrast to the man he’d become—someone willing to do anything to make you see that he was all you needed

"I can’t live without you," he whispered, his breath coming faster. "I’ll never let you go. Not now. Not ever."

You can feel the weight of his obsession pressing down on you. He pins you to the wall, his body flush against yours, his hands desperately tugging at your clothes, eager to reveal more of your skin. His lips are everywhere, claiming you like you’re his, and you can’t deny the pull—can’t deny the fire that burns between you.

He undresses you slowly, savoring every inch of you like a man starving. His lips trail down your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, and you feel your breath catch. But he’s not content with just tasting. He wants all of you. He wants you to feel him in every part of you. He wants to possess you completely.

The way he looks at you, the way his hands move over your body, it’s overwhelming. "You’re mine," he mutters against your skin, and the words send a thrill through you, mixing fear with desire. "You always have been." His tone is possessive, dark—like he’s trying to claim every part of you.

And when his lips crash back onto yours, there’s nothing gentle about it. It’s hot, hungry, urgent. His tongue slides into your mouth, taking control, and you’re powerless to resist. His hands travel down your body, pulling you closer to him, his hard chest pressing against your softness. His lips trail down your jawline, down to your neck, where he bites down softly, marking you, claiming you as his own.

Every inch of your body feels consumed by him, as though he’s burning away every other thought, every other desire, until you belong to him, body and soul.

Anakin’s obsession turns darker as his fear of losing you begins to eclipse his love for you. He sees threats everywhere—anyone who speaks to you, who looks at you, is an enemy in his eyes. His jealousy consumes him. He begins to sabotage interactions between you and others, always casting a shadow over your every move.

He tries to protect you, but it’s a suffocating kind of protection. It’s not enough for him that you’re safe; he needs you to be dependent on him, to need him as he needs you. When you pull away, when you resist, the anger inside him grows. He doesn’t understand why you don’t see that he’s doing this for both of you, that he’s only trying to keep you close, keep you alive.

There’s a moment where he’s standing outside your door, his hands trembling, his chest tight. He feels like he’s about to lose you, and the panic surges. His mind races—he needs you. He has to keep you safe. When you finally open the door, you see the raw desperation in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything at first, just pulls you into him, crushing you with his embrace. You can’t breathe, can’t move, but that’s the least of your worries. You realize in that moment that there’s no escaping him—not now, not ever.

Anakin’s obsession peaks during a moment of vulnerability. Maybe you’re hurt, maybe you’ve distanced yourself from him too much. Regardless of the cause, when you’re weak, when you need him most, he will be there. But not as the savior you might expect.

He’s there to claim you. To make you his. And he doesn’t care if it’s right. He doesn’t care about the galaxy, the Jedi, or anything other than you. Your resistance only fuels him more. Every time you push him away, every time you scream, it sends him deeper into the darkness.

He’s lost, and he knows it. But he’s also convinced that this is the only way to keep you safe, to keep you with him. The anger and the pain twist together in his mind, creating a vortex of obsession so intense it threatens to destroy everything around him. You can see it in his eyes: “I will do anything for you, even if it means destroying myself.”

The obsession only spiraled further from there. Anakin couldn’t focus on anything but you. His feelings for you became an anchor, dragging him down into darkness. Every rejection, every attempt to distance yourself, pushed him further into madness. He wanted to protect you, to keep you safe from the galaxy’s chaos, but all he did was drag you deeper into his madness.

He would never be able to let you go. Even as his world crumbled around him—his friendships, his sense of duty, his place in the Jedi Order—his obsession with you remained constant. You were the only thing that kept him tethered, and in his mind, you were the only thing worth saving.

But in the end, it wasn’t enough. His obsession, his need to possess you, would be his undoing. He couldn’t see how to balance the love he thought he felt for you with the darkness that had taken root in his soul. The harder he tried to keep you close, the further you pulled away. And as the galaxy descended into war, Anakin would find himself standing on the edge of something darker than even he could have imagined.

But no matter where the darkness took him, he would always be haunted by you—the one who slipped through his fingers, the one who could have saved him, if only he hadn’t loved you so much.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[yandere-wishes]

˚｡✮ Yandere! Darth Vader {Anakin Skywalker} x Apprentice Reader

˚｡✮ Bad, bad news, One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse, Just add some friction, You are my strange addiction

˚｡✮ We've talked about Yandere! Anakin Skywalker falling for Padawan! Reader... But what about Vader falling for his acolyte/apprentice?

⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ★⋆.˚

Vader isn't nurturing.

It feels almost sacrilegious to entertain the thought.

That's why it's so troubling when the galactic empire's staff take note of a smaller morbid figure trailing after the ebony monstrosity.

I can see there being many interesting scenarios in which Vader would pick an acolyte. The most heartwrenching and particularly curious case would be if his acolyte used to also be Anakin Skywalker's Padawan.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader searching for you across the galaxy. He feels your force signature reverberating inside him, calls out to it, tries to bind and morph it. A sardonic love letter he pens with rage and perplexion. Still, you always slip away. He keeps your hunt a secret, some ancient wound that's never healed right. The swing of your saber still haunts him, your satisfied grin as you land a blow on him. The force works in mysterious ways and Vader's desperation can't fully be reasoned. He's given up everything that Anakin once had. Forgone to an almost spiritual level. But you are the one pesky thing that still lingers. He likes to think that it's because he knows your true power. That you're a threat as long as you live.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader finally, finally finding you. Mesmerized by how much you've grown. You're rugged, wild. Some strange creature wearing the skin of the girl he once loved. You don't hesitate to attack, and Vader signs it off as a blessing. He needs a reason to hurt you, to drag you back kicking and screaming. He needs an excuse to push his fury between your bones and drown you in his sorrows. He needs revenge in the worst way.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader winning because of course he does. He leaves you bruised and broken, bleeding on the soft grassy ground. Your eyes are so beautiful when they're filled with terror. Your voice melodic as you scream in agony as his saber severs your leg and arm. Vengeance, Vengeance, Vengeance. You left him, left him to face Obi-wan alone, left him to be mutilated and disfigured.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader only coming to terms with who he is, and what he is as he's watching the medical droids repair your body. He can never escape Anakin, cause that's who he still is. Anakin hasn't died just grown. He's no longer the kid with a schoolboy crush on his pupil and supernovas under his tongue. He's swallowed the burning stars, let their fires and explosions paint him in shades darker than the nights on Tatooine. He runs a cybernetic hand across your head, feeling you for the first time in forever.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader training you once more. It's been months since your capture, months of brutal and tender torture. He's ripped you apart and rearranged you so meticulously. Picking favored parts to hem and sew with a buzzing red needle and dark doctrines. Only when Vader notes the red-rimmed golden shift flicker across your eyes does he know he's truly won. Your connection to the light is nearly completely severed. Your past is left to rot on the green planet. What stares back at him from the corners of the dark, damp cell is a creature forged of hate and malice. A sith in every way.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader only ever happy when he's with you. He's finally free to train you as he pleases, to touch you as he pleases, to kiss you as he pleases. He's taken you to ice worlds to bleed kyber crystals and to Mustafar to forge your new armor. He kisses you on a battlefield littered with the corpses of dead resistance soldiers. Metal clancks against metal all wretched sinister love. You're beginning to love this new master, he's everything Anakin had repressed, he's everything you have always feared. But the thing you must realize about fickle fears is that once you fall in love with them, you begin to lose yourself.

˚｡✮ Imagine Pulling up Vader's mask and kissing the burns across his face. Your kisses are laced with such passion and hate he feels like he's drowning in lava once more. He's brutal in the way he handles you, each touch leaving a plethora of bruises, singing I love you. You like the way each training session starts with a deep all-consuming kiss and ends with him using the force to smash your head into the ground as you laugh and laugh. His force signature is different now, you like the way it slithers across your body, all fire and pain, all destruction. Love the pain that comes with him, this grisly bloody love affair that makes the stars shutter.

The staff of the galactic empire, Find the little midnight creature all too bizarre.

She trails after their commander with vicious playful skips and plays uno with their lives. She twirls around the galaxy's most feared as if she's playing hopscotch.

The staff of the galactic empire doesn't know whether to feel pity or terror...

I think about how at the beginning of being Vader, Anakin was so quick to reject who he once was. Trying desperately to kill off any semblance of Anakin. But by the time of the Original Trilogy, he's sort of come to terms with who he is and who he once was. Anakin isn't really dead he's just grown stronger now, and in a strange way, he even seems to embrace his past as a Jedi, wearing it as - a not so obvious- badge of pride.

[yanderes-galore]

Hi, could you please do a yandere platonic darth vader? Thank you!

I can try, sure! If something is OOC, I'm so sorry, I still struggle writing Vader.

Yandere! Platonic! Darth Vader Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Isolation, Brainwashing, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Murder, Forced companionship.

Vader, or even Anakin, would not be the best father.

If things didn't go wrong, he'd probably be loving to his kids.

Yet at the same time, he'd just make an action at some point to poison that bond.

Vader was under the impression his wife and child died.

Which made him who he is now.

In reality, he had three.

Luke, Leia, and you.

He never found out about any of you until much later.

I think it would be an interesting idea if you took a different path than Luke and Leia.

Like, maybe you went to help them during the Death Star and had no idea they were your siblings. (You could just have been raised beside Leia as a childhood friend or something or found them later)

Unfortunately, however, you end up being taken captive by Vader.

Which leads to Vader finding out you're his kid...

Which begins the obsession.

I'm assuming he knew you were his kid via looks and feeling drawn to you (The Force).

So, as OOC as this may be, imagine this...

Vader decides to keep you alive instead of executing you in order to "parent" you.

You hate him yet Vader feels you're a second chance.

This is before he even knew Luke was his kid.

I imagine it would be similar to when Vader said he could convert Luke to the Dark Side.

To protect your life, he'd tell Palpatine you could be useful in tracking Rebels.

Granted, you aren't going to like his plans...

But as a prisoner, your say doesn't matter much.

It would be even more interesting if you were capable of The Force, too.

Vader might've made you either an apprentice or had you help him in other ways if you were.

It's a hard pill to swallow when you learn the real reason Vader took you in.

He's your father.

Even then, you still struggle to play nice.

Knowing he's your father makes you feel sick.

He's never too affectionate, like he's unsure how to approach you.

Yet he teaches you and garners your obedience through manipulation and fear.

He's a quiet man, the only way you know of his presence is his breathing.

He doesn't expect you to like him, even after the truth.

He doesn't expect mutual love, either.

You make him conflicted... reminding him of his one true love.

Again, you may not care for him, but Vader shows he "cares".

He finds time to train you, he gives you Stormtroopers, he protects you.

He does strange little things that one could consider caring or attentive...

Yet you're so separated from one another that it doesn't mean anything to you.

Vader may view giving you guards as protecting you, but to you they're just wardens.

If Vader could ever will himself to say he loves you, it means nothing to you.

He's not a father to you.

Even if he tried he simply couldn't be.

Vader would end up brainwashing you as his captive.

He does everything he can to make you forget the Rebels.

He may not even tell you about your siblings, just to make it seem like he's your only familial connection.

Eventually you don't have to be kept as a prisoner.

He constantly gives you the option to be something more if you just listen.

He does his best to convince you he cares.

You're the closest thing he has to what could've been.

Luke and Leia want him dead.

Yet he's messed with you enough to confuse you.

Eventually, well, what other choice do you have besides joining him?

He's your father, he cares about you...

By now, he's all you have.

He'll train you to hunt Rebels, to be on his side.

He defends you from Palpatine, keeping you under his wing.

He's not afraid to kill, for both his cause and you.

If he killed in your name, he justifies it.

He tells you it had to happen.

You've seen him kill rebels, friends, those you considered family...

And he tells you it's necessary.

You aren't like them.

Rebels are not the good guys, you belong beside your father.

He'll ensure you know that.

He'll make sure you never stray from him.

That alone is another motivation for him to sear through the flesh of another Rebel with his saber, glancing back to make sure you watch.

You'll never leave his side.

Even if he has to lock you away, it's to ensure you stay with him.

So he never loses another one he loves.

Vader himself knows he's not a good man.

Let alone a good father.

Yet you both know he's your father...

There's no one else you can go to now that he has you.

[yanderismo]

(Using Google translate) I just want an X Reader Platonic fic with Darth Vader being Darth Vader, a scary, feared guy who would make me cry and piss in fear. I want Darth Vader as my bogeyman at the same time as he is my best protection against the danger in the galaxy. I don't want Darth Vaderkin suitless, I want Darth Vader broken from the inside out. No obscenity, absolutely no NSFW, shit. I love the fear he causes wherever he goes. I want this Darth Vader. Darth Vader that there was still some good in him, Vader who wanted his son by his side. Damn Vader who was obsessed with everything with Skywalker in the name, your family 😭 Okay, I vented

Wouldn't it be ironic for a concept of Reader to be secretly Obi-wan's daughter? And Reader being trained by Vader, while Luke was protected by Obi-wan

[littlest-dark-age]

Lovesick!Vader who wishes to worship the ground you walk on, cleaving any who dare upset you in half, and offer you your favorite things as if he is a mere peasant getting favors from the gods for a blessing. He knows he could have anyone he wished for, yet you seem just out of reach.

Lovesick!Vader knowing you'd tremble in his large shadow, so he reaches out within the force to begin with. Slowly getting you used to his presence in your mind, and even having you begin to care for him as he guided you in your lessons.

Lovesick!Vader not knowing the extent of his affect on you. Not knowing how you wonder what his face is like, what color his eyes would gleam in the sunlight or how his hands would hold you. Not understanding how you've come to call him your guardian angel for his warnings that always seem to keep you out of trouble.

Lovesick!Vader who is closer than you thought. Always watching, lurking around shadowed corners as you walk down corridors. Who knows everything about you, things you wouldn't even know. Wishing to close the ever growing gap between the two of you.

Lovesick!Vader decides to do something about it. Slipping something into your drink one night, only for you to awake on a plush bed with darkness surrounding you. A masked figure in the corner, lurking as he always does, watching you examine the room. His raspy voice breaks the bleak silence with a single sentence. "How precious you look while sleeping, with your gentle heartbeat and slow breaths, one might take you for a doll."

[aphroditelovesu]

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

My beloved (Y/N),

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

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

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

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

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

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

With all my love,

Anakin Skywalker.

[skywalkerandmarvelfan]

Everything Will Be Fine (Platonic Yandere Darth Vader with Starkiller's Twin Sister Reader)

A/N: This is a small work I thought of, but didn't want to put on my AO3 account, so I thought of putting it here. I rarely see platonic yandere Vader content, so I made some, even if it's short.

Vader placed your body into a becta tank that was in his Fortress on Mustarfar. You weren't in good condition, far from it, but he would make sure you got well.

After he made sure your vitals were stable and fixed himself up from the fight with your brother, Vader would make sure Palpatine thought you were dead. It was essential that the Emperor thought you were and continued to think so. If he suspected, you were alive he would have you killed. The Rule of Two allowed only two Siths, and not only that but you might also be viewed as a weakness of Vader’s. Vader made sure you were in this condition and if he wanted you dead you would’ve been, and Palpatine would know this as well.

There were a few times Vader thought of killing you and one time he almost did. When he found you and your brother as children, he thought of only taking Starkiller and doing away with you, but there was a chance you were stronger within the force, so you were taken as well. When it was shown Starkiller was the stronger one Vader planned on killing you, but when he was about to you gave him a fearful look as if you knew something bad was going to happen. It normally wouldn’t sway him, but the look you gave resembled the one Padmé gave on Mustafar, and when you whispered a frightened ‘master’, Vader couldn’t continue with his plan, seeing Padmé in you. 

As you grew older you showed traits of Padmé and him when he was Anakin. Vader wished you just had traits of Padmé, but that wasn't his luck. You could be reckless and at times rebellious. However, Vader quickly learned that threatening your brother got you back in line. You had a strong relationship with Starkiller and he returned that bond. The two of you were a fierce duo when you went on missions together, but it could also hurt the goal of the mission if one of you got into a life-threatening position. Neither of you wanted to lose the other so the mission was practically on hold if either of you were in such a situation.

This was why it was critical to keep you sedated until Vader was repaired and could deal with you better. Once you knew your brother was dead it would undoubtedly cause you to rebel and seek revenge against Vader and the Emperor as soon as you could. If you got too wild the Emperor would discover you and would want to kill you himself to make sure you were dead. Vader couldn't have you dead, no matter how much he would try to deny it.

He would never admit this to anyone, but you had become like a daughter to him. When Vader began seeing you as his child he didn't know, maybe it was when he saw traits of Padmé and himself in you, maybe it was the time he was about to kill you, or the time you got seriously injured. It really didn’t matter when, all that mattered now was that he does, and he refused to lose another child.

Vader wouldn’t lose you, not to death, not to the newly formed Rebellion, not to anything. You would stay by his side whether you liked it or not, and if anything threatened to take you, Vader would destroy it. He would tear the galaxy apart if he had to. Palpatine was no exception to this either, Vader would find a way to kill Palpatine in order to protect you and keep you by him. 

You were his daughter, which meant it was Vader’s duty to protect you. He failed to protect his biological child, but he would right that wrong by not failing you.

“You will be fine youngling.” Vader said, more to himself than to you, though he hoped you heard him so you would know things were fine. That it didn’t matter if your twin was dead, because you had him, and even if he was going to punish you for betraying him in order to join Starkiller in trying to free the Rebel leaders and kill him and the Emperor, everything would be fine in the end.

Everything would be fine, Vader would make sure everything would be fine, no matter what he had to do to achieve it.

[skeletonpartyoftwo]

Prologue: Shadows of the Empire

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

The siblings knew this better than anyone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We need more,” they muttered.

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

“We don’t have a choice.”

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

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

“No. Stay with her.”

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

The eldest hesitated. How could they refuse her?

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

And then they were gone, swallowed by the night.

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

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

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

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

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

Their sister.

Their blood ran cold.

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

They turned on their heel and ran.

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

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

A knock at the door.

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

Another knock.

Then, a voice—smooth, confident.

“You’ve been difficult to find.”

The door slid open.

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

Darth Vader.

Their worst nightmare.

Their inevitable doom.

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

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

[phant0msworld]

To you

Summery: When everything you’ve ever known shattered it devastated you beyond repair.

You were alone and it’s the first time since everything went down that you let yourself grieve.

Yet you didn’t know that your grief would lead someone from your past right to you.

Warnings:mention of death, three of sucide, a bit of yandere Vader? , mention of nakedness

Notes:it went a bit darker than I wanted to to be honest but I still think it turned out pretty nice the ending is open , and I hope you enjoy it

It was nighttime when he got the vision, a planet, a place , a person.

Vaders eyes shot open his stare firm against the wall of his meditation chamber, finally he found you.

You the only one who didn’t betray him, you whom he thought dead only to hear about a Jedi woman alive with your appearance.

You who was his first friend in the order, who help him with his problems , you who was there for him in his last moments as a real human being.

You weren’t there physically but he felt your presence in his mind calling out to him.

Deep down he loved you.

You are the only one left he cares about, he has to have you back.

He saw the planet and knew where you were,and he was going to finde you.

Vader could feel the rain drop down on to his helmet, he felt your presence in the far distance. He could feel your presence in death.

His steps were firm and determined by the Promis of seeing you again.

You were bathing in the ocean, the rain was pouring down on your skin , and leaving a wet trail behind.

Enjoying the feeling it left on your skin you looked up at the sky when you felt it.

When you felt him.

A presence you haven’t felt in over two years, a presence you’ve once enjoyed you now dreaded.

You force Signatur lead him to the ocean.

And there you were, you weren’t dead and suddenly he had a reason to believe again.

“I found you” he could see you tens up and goosebumps covering you bare back at his voice.

“ It seems so, are you going to kill me then” Vader noted the hurt in your voice the wavering in it, and he knows he’s responsible.

He’s responsible for everything.

“No” his vice sounded different than from before, from before he turned into whatever he is now. You could feel your heart tightening from this.

“Then what will you do?” You were unsure and he knew it .

“Come with me , you’re all that I have left now.” At this your eyes widen and you turn your head to him. Looking over your bare shoulder.

“Why? Why should I join you if you won’t kill me now Palpatin will do it later.”

He could see where you’re coming from and he knew if he would return with you his master would use you against him . But he doesn’t care, he needs you more than everything he’s ever needed. Your eyes pierced through his masked and he never felt more pain than seeing the pain ,he caused you reflected in your eyes.

“I will protect you, even if it’s the last thing I will ever do. I will do anything but please join me, I know what I’ve done could never be repaired.But I can’t lose you. And if I leave you here they will finde and kill you.”

Your body began to shake, but he didn’t know if it was Beschuss of him or the fact that you were in the ocean fore to long. But he hoped for the later, he hoped that he didn’t bringe you anymore pain than he already had.

“And what if I join you? What will I do, will I also have to kill people. Do I also have to bring pain and death everywhere I come to? If yes then I would rather die than be with you.” He could practically feel the hatred dripping from your voice and he could also see it in your eyes.

“I would never want you to follow the path I am on, just join men and I will protect you.” As he saw you thinking he took in all your features, he noted how your hair grow. The eye bags from sleepless nights, and the small raindrops trailing down your bare skin. He took all of those features in as if his life depended upon it .

“I will join you. Cause I feel like there is still hope for you, for the galaxy.But you must promise me that you will help me and the rebellion wich is forming. If not I will kill myself, before your eyes and it will be my blood on your hands.”

Vader could see that you were not bluffing, that you were serious.

“I agree” he knew what risks he would not only put him but you in on this agreement. But he would take every risk in the galaxy if it means having you by his side.

As he agreed you turned your whole self to him, and made your descent in to a life more complicated and dangerous one could imagine.

In to alive when you would be a constant reminder of his old life, in to alive where neither him or you could survive.

Notes: so I hoped that you enjoyed it and that it was fun reading this, like I said before it wasn’t supposed to turn out dark but I just went with the flow

[anakinstwinklebunny]

STALKER!NERD!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort. Death, murderer, swearing, weird behavior, psycho behavior

Author's note: got inspired by amazing @xzaddyzanakinx, check her sutff out, it's wayyy better!!!

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who at the beginning seemed like a normal cute nerd

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would write down every small detail he learned about you in his special notebook

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would get nervous whenever the math class was about to begin (just because you're in it too). He doesn't have a problem with math, hell, he loves this subject but not as much as he loves you. His eyes would time to time move towards to where you're sitting, his cheeks heating up as he tries to pretend he's actually paying attention to what teacher says

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin whose one of the main wishes was to finally catch your attention. To make you notice him; his love for you, his unconditional commitment, his deep interest in everything you do - from your voice to your every small part on your body. It was something he wished and prayed for, to finally catch your gaze longer than one mere second

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who began fantasizing about you late at night to make himself fall asleep sometimes

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, when you once struggled with your laptop in class, Anakin, the tech whiz, offered to help you out. He found it as a perfect opportunity to finally have his first real interaction with you. Although nervousness creeped all over his body, stopping right at his cheeks to make them rosy. His hands were gentle as they glided over the keyboard, but you had no idea that while he was fixing your issue, he was also installing a program that gives him remote access to your laptop. He smiled at you after, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and you thanked him—unaware that he had just gained access to every aspect of your life.

Later that night, as you were working, you noticed your laptop screen flickering for a moment. Although you brushed it off, not realizing Anakin is on the other end, watching you through your webcam. His breath catched in his throat as he watched you. The heat he couldn't just ingore rising inside him whenever he imagined what it would be like to have you by his side..every.single.day

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who's always in the library, studying furiously or working on some coding project. Yet one day, you left a book behind on accident, and of course, he’s the one who finds it. Instead of returning it to you, Anakin uses it as an excuse to hold onto something of yours—your scent lingering on the pages (at least he thinks it lingers, that it's still there), your small scribbled notes on the margins. And the way his heartbeat quickened whenever he held something you did just second ago - it was so thrilling

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who after the laptop 'help', brought himself the courage to talk to you. At first, he made sure to make it time to time and a small talks - about lessons you've just had, sometimes he tried to gossip (for the first time) about teachers he actually liked (but knew you hated) in jokey way to make you smile and agree at what he's saying - so he did baby steps that hopefully would let him get closer.

He was always obssesing over these talks, always came up to you with flushed cheeks, trying to ignore your sceptical-looking friends. Although he cursed himself after every interaction with you just because he stuttered a lot, and he wanted to make the best impression on you as possible (but who would have known that you finded it cute)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who gave himself time (but with his often excitement it was hard) to gain your trust, to 'know' you even better than what he knew already (so you wouldn't be suspicious about him knowing certain stuff)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was thrilled to help you with subjects you sucked at. Often staying just for you long hours in the library after lessons;

"Hi, Annie."

That soft, sugar-sweet voice pulled Anakin out of his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. He looked up, and there you were—his Aphrodite, his goddess—smiling at him, your eyes bright as you took a seat next to him, your math books gently landing on the library's wooden table.

Anakin froze for a moment, his mind swirling. How was it that you could always leave him feeling like this—flustered, vulnerable? His usual composure disappeared every time you came near. He was used to watching you from afar, secretly lingering in the shadows, but now as you were right next to him, close enough that he could smell your perfume, his mind went dizzy

He swallowed hard, trying to control the quickened beat of his heart. “Hi, y/n he said softly, forcing a gentle smile. “So, what do you need help with today?”

You sighed, flipping open your math book, brows furrowing in that adorable way you always did when you were concentrating. “sequences... I don’t get it.”

Anakin's heart lifted slightly at the request. This was his chance—his moment to shine before you. “Don’t worry, I'll help you"

"That’s so stupid," you muttered, grimacing at the another math problem in front of you. You've been doing this shit for what felt like hours and you could feel your brain slowly release more and more smoke

Anakin only chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “It’s not stupid. You’re just learning it. Trust me, math can save your life.”

The phrase almost made you vomit “That’s a bold statement.”

He grinned, watching your pencil scratch against the paper, marveling at how even something so mundane looked graceful in your hands. “Bold but true,” he teased. “If you were stranded on a deserted island without a signal, you'd need math to find your way back home.” he folded his hands between his legs, offering you this small smile

you huffed “I’d need a map, not math.”

“And how do you think they make maps?” he shot back with a smug smirk on his face. He was nothing like this shy, stuttering guy you knew just time ago. It was more endearing, in a way “Math. Without it, you wouldn’t have a map in the first place.”

You bit your lip in thought, a small furrow appearing on your brows as you glanced back at the task in front of you. The way your lips pouted slightly as you tried to focus made Anakin’s heart skip a beat. “Math is a haunting beast,” you sighed, writing the example down. “It doesn’t help you; it ruins you.”

Anakin chuckled again, shaking his head. “That’s just a matter of perspective.” His voice softened, dropping a little lower “You just haven’t seen it the right way. I can change that, you know.”

“Can you?” your tone teasing but laced with curiosity.

“If you let me, absolutely.” His eyes sparkled while watching you, drinking in every detail of your face. He had never been this close to you ever before. And oh God, he loved it so much. He could smell the faint scent of your vanilla perfumes, every inch of your skin seemed so touchable..so soft..so-- “But you’ve got to take it seriously. Otherwise, how can I help you?”

“I am taking it seriously, Anakin. You know I’m thankful for all the time and effort you put into this.”

The word time echoed in Anakin’s mind, sending a rush of emotion through him. Time—that precious thing he spent obsessing over you, watching your every move, memorizing every little detail about you.. If only you knew how deep his admiration went, how he lived for these moments alone with you..maybe you would understand that you deserve better than some jerk you've been dating. That you deserved someone who would want to know you, who would fall to his knees and beg to know you..who would do it all just for a small glimpse of your face in the sunglight

“Don’t mention it,” he murmured, his smirk returning. “I’m always happy to help you, y/n.”

He kept the conversation light and playful, teasing you just enough to make you smile, to keep your attention on him. Just as he always dreamed. He wanted this moment to last forever—to bask in your presence, in the warmth of your voice, in the sweetness of your laughter. He wanted you to feel how much he cared, even if he couldn’t tell you the whole truth yet

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who hated your boyfriend;

“Y/n!” Jack’s sharp voice sliced through Anakin’s thoughts like a knife. “Pack your things, we’re leaving. Now.” The coldness in Jack’s tone made Anakin’s blood boil. How could anyone speak to you like that? Anakin would never dream of using such a harsh tone with you. Never.

“But I’m doing math ri—"

“Don’t care,” Jack snapped, cutting you off. “Pack your damn things. We’re leaving.”

The cruelty in Jack’s voice made Anakin seethe. The way he talked to you—like you were nothing—made his hands curl into fists under the table. Red-hot anger coursed through him, almost blinding him. Jack had no right. No right to speak to youlike that, to treat you like you were disposable. His heart pounded in his chest, the familiar obsessive urge to protect you, to be the one who cherished you, rising uncontrollably. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt or disrespected by anyone, least of all by someone like Jack.

Jack caught Anakin’s stare, eyes narrowing with disdain. “What are you looking at, nerd?” His voice was full of arrogance and venom

Anakin’s eyes flashed with rage as he turned to meet Jack’s gaze, nails digging into his skin. He wanted to punch that smug look right off his face. Oh, how satisfying it would be to watch him fall. But Jack was taller, broader, physically stronger..yet..biology confirmed that people under different emotions are able to do impossible..so could it possibly mean..

“Jack, calm down,” you interjected softly, your voice shaking just a little as you tried to smooth things over without another cut skin and running blood. “Anakin was just helping me with math.”

Yet, Jack barely glanced at you, keeping his gaze locked on Anakin's face. Both of them looked as if they were about to throw their fists on themselves. Yet, Anakin wasn't the type of guy to hurt someone..right? “Whatever. If you’re not outside in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.”

Anakin’s blood ran cold as Jack stormed out of the library. The familiar feeling of being a failure, of possibly dissapointing you because he haven't done anything, didn't stand up and react at your boyfriend's behaviour corrupted his mind. What had he just done? He was supposted to protect you, and yet, here he was sitting like a failure. This tense, uncomfortable silence did not help him. Especially when your face flushed with embarrassment, your once-bright smile long gone. What had he just done? You looked down, fiddling nervously with your pencil before turning to Anakin.

“I’m so sorry about him,” you whispered “He’s just… having a bad day, I guess. Please don’t take it personally.”

Anakin wanted to scream. Bad day? That was your excuse? You were too kind, too forgiving. Jack didn’t deserve your apologies or your understanding. Anakin’s anger roared inside him like a beast, barely contained beneath his calm exterior. Jack wasn’t just having a bad day—he was a bully, plain and simple. And Anakin hated him for it. He wanted to protect you from this, from Jack’s cruel words and rough edges. Because you deserved to be treated like a queen, not like some accessory Jack could toss around whenever he felt like it.

So there was this question ringing in his ears again - what had he just done?

“It’s okay,” he replied softly, though his voice was tight with the effort it took to hold back his anger.

You offered him a nervous smile, the light that usually brightened your face now dimmed by Jack’s harshness. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t keep you any longer… but maybe we can catch up another time?”

Before Anakin could respond, you took his pen and started scribbling something in his notebook. Your soft hand moved gracefully over the page, your pretty handwriting was what captured his attention completely. He loved how even the smallest, most mundane actions were captivating when it came to you. Because for him, you could make something as simple as writing your name feel like magic.

When you finished, you handed the notebook back to him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “It’s my number,” you said, drawing a small smiley face beside it. “We can plan another time for tutoring.”

Your number. Your phone number. Anakin stared at the page in disbelief, his heart hammering in his chest. You had just given him a direct line to you. To you. His obsession surged, almost overwhelming him. He could barely keep his hands from trembling when he took in the sight on the paper. This was it—his way into your life.

“Sure. W-we can,” he said, trying to suppress the massive grin that threatened to take over his face. “Anytime.”

you smiled again, but it was smaller now, hesitant. Your eyes flickered toward the door, where Jack had disappeared moments earlier. “Thanks again, Anakin. I’m really sorry about Jack…i-I should get going before he leaves me stranded.”

Anakin watched you pack your things, his pulse quickening with each movement you made. God, you were so perfect, so sweet, even in the face of Jack’s cruelty. And you deserved better—better than Jack, better than anyone. He even knew he doeasn't deserve you, because for him, you were more than a human. His eyes each time saw you in angelic, heavenly way. As if God alone had sent you on earth to torment him for his sins, to make him suffer. You were so pure, and he so sinful.. so..dirty in all kind of sins. He didn't feel worthy enough to even be in your presence, yet he wanted it more than anything in the world

But if you'd give him only a chance, he'd be yours. Completely. Body and soul. Without exception

“I’ll see you later, Annie,” you mumbled softly, flashing him one last smile before heading towards the door.

The sound of his nickname on your lips made his whole body tingle. He barely registered you leaving, too caught up in the way you'd looked at him, the way you'd spoken to him. The way you had given him your number. It was like a dream come true. His obsession had reached a fever pitch—his heart ached for you - to have you, hold you, not let you go..

you were his, right?

at least had to be someday..

But then there was Jack. Jack, who, again, didn’t deserve you. Jack, who treated you like dirt, who took you for granted. Jack, who yelled at you , who made your smile disappear. Jack, who Anakin hated more than anyone in the world.

Anakin’s grip tightened around his notebook, his knuckles white with the pressure. He couldn’t let Jack get away with this. He couldn’t let Jack continue to be a part of your life. It was his place in your life he took, it was his destiny and fate to be someone more than just 'a nerd who helped you out'.

But again, he hadn't done anything to stop him from treating you like this. When he could, when he really had a chance to make a difference. He simply didn't

what had he just done?

Today was the day it had to change So he had decided. He would follow you, keep his distance, and watch - like he always does. He would make sure Jack never had the chance to hurt you ever again.

With his mind set, Anakin quickly packed his things, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Today Jack Scottland would meet God.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who killed your boyfriend;

Anakin took a deep breath as he started his car, his hands trembling with barely controlled rage. Every thought, every emotion, was singular—focused on Jack. Jack had to go. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened, his breath coming out in shallow bursts. This was it. No turning back. Jack was the obstacle, the barrier between him and you. His mind wouldn’t let him rest until Jack was out of the picture—forever.

As he followed Jack’s car down the quiet road, he could feel his heartbeat quickening, pulsing in his ears. Jack, once more, didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. Anakin’s blood boiled as he replayed Jack’s words in his head—the way he had spoken to you in the most controlling, cruel, disgusting way possible. He couldn’t stand it any longer. If he didn’t do something now, he’d explode.

When Jack pulled into an empty pullout far from your house, Anakin’s pulse raced from adrenaline. This was it. His moment. Now or never.

Anakin slowed his car and parked a few meters behind, eyes locked on Jack’s vehicle. His hands still shook as he opened the trunk, pulling out his baseball bat. The weight of it felt right, felt powerful. This wasn’t a game anymore—this was war. War that he promised himself to win, to never loose, because his thropy is more than anything he could have in his life. it was you Adrenaline pumping through his blood system, perfectly mixing with the uncontrollable rage he’d been bottling up for too long.

Jack was sitting in his car, lazily scrolling through his phone, completely unaware. Anakin’s stomach twisted in disgust. He didn’t care, didn’t even realize how much of a monster he was. The sight of Jack sitting there, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just torn you apart with his words, made Anakin sick. He had to do this. He had to protect you.

Anakin approached, bat gripped tightly in his hand, tapping it lightly against the car window. The sharp sound snapped Jack’s attention.

“Get out,” Anakin hissed, his voice low and dangerous as if he was a completely diffrent person

Emotions, especially at a high intensity, impact our ability to make rational decisions - nature echoed amongst the pure hatred

“What?” Jack’s expression shifted from confusion to irritation as he slowly lowered the window.

“I said get the fuck out of the car.”

Jack sighed, clearly annoyed as he pushed open the car door, stepping out with a condescending sneer. “Listen, man, I don’t know what your prob—”

The moment Jack’s foot hit the ground, Anakin swung. The bat connected with a sickening crunch against Jack’s side, sending him sprawling to the ground with a grunt of pain. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he gasped for air, clutching his ribs. Yet, Anakin didn’t hesitate; he stepped closer, the fury burning brighter with each moment.

“You think you can treat her like that and just get away with it?” Anakin’s voice was harsh, gritted through clenched teeth as he stood over Jack, eyes wild with fury.

Jack groaned, rolling onto his back, blood dribbling from his lips."What the hell are you talking about?"

anakin's jaw clenched "pathetic excuse of a man"

Before Jack could add anything, Anakin brought the bat down hard, aiming for his head. Jack rolled out of the way just in time, the bat slamming into the dirt beside him. The impact sent a jolt through Anakin’s arms, but he didn’t stop. He swung again, but Jack was quicker this time, scrambling to his feet and grabbing hold of the bat, yanking it toward him.

For a brief moment, they struggled, locked in a vicious tug of war with the bat. Jack, stronger and bigger, managed to kick Anakin hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Anakin gasped, stumbling backward, but the rage inside him only intensified.

Jack seized the opportunity, landing a brutal punch to Anakin’s face, sending blood spraying from his nose. The taste of iron filled his mouth, but it didn’t matter. He barely felt the pain. All he could think about was Jack—the smug look on his face, the way he had spoken to you, belittled you.

Anakin roared, using the force of his rage to swing the bat hard against Jack’s face, smashing into his cheekbone with a sickening crack. Blood splattered across the side of the car as Jack crumpled to the ground, his face a mangled mess of blood and broken skin.

But Jack wasn’t done yet. He spat blood from his busted lips, managing a weak chuckle “So this is about her, huh? You’re fucking pathetic, man. You think beating me up will make her love you? You’re fucking psycho. She’ll hate you more than she ever hated me.”

Anakin’s vision blurred with anger, anger, nothing but anger, everything going red. He swung the bat again, this time aiming for Jack’s chest. Jack barely managed to roll out of the way, but not fast enough—Anakin’s bat clipped his shoulder with enough force to make the bones crack. Jack screamed, the sound piercing the night air, but Anakin didn’t care.

Jack lunged at Anakin, tackling him to the ground, fists flying. The two of them grappled in the dirt, blood mixing with sweat as they traded blows. Jack landed a solid punch to Anakin’s jaw, sending him reeling. Blood dripped from both their faces, coating their clothes in crimson colour.

"fucking--" another hit to anakin's face "psycho--" he panted, but before he could aim another hit, anakin grabbed his wrist, rolling them over

After mucch hits, anakin twisted his body, managing to grab the bat again, using it as leverage to slam Jack’s head to the ground. Blood slipped everywhere, yet it wasn't enough. With shaky legs, Anakin stood up and grabbed a handful of jack's hair only to smack his face into the side of his own car. The crack of Jack’s skull against the car's doors made Anakin feel an intense surge of power, almost a twisted satisfaction. Jack groaned, as if it was the only sound that could leave his already shattered face

yet it wasn't enough

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, with great care, made sure to get rid off any tools of the crime - he was awfully smart for that. It was almost weird..how a man who was his parent's contentment, now just killed a guy for a girl he was obsessed about..

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a special folder for the videos from the camera on your laptop, special folder for your photos he was obsessing about even after such a long time, he still collected new things

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was nervous (but tried to hide it) when police found Jack's body.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was for you when you grieved over the death of your toxic ex and months later, his wildest dreams came true - he was dating you. Was free to worship you, admire you.

He was addicted to you even more after the first date. Because this time, it was him who made you smile so much your cheeks hurt. It was him who made you laugh till your stomach hurt. It was the only type of pain he let himself give you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who felt extremely free in your presence. All his fantasies, all his dreams came true. He almost felt like on a cloud nine - so perfect, so light, so happy (despite of what he had done);

“Gonna keep teasing me like this all the time?” he asked with a lazy grin, propped up on one elbow on the bed.

“I’m not teasing you,” you replied with playfulness “Just showing off my new dress.”

The dress, a deep shade of red, highlighted your curves and drew attention to your most elegant lines. It clung to your form in all the right places, making you look absolutely stunning.

His eyes wandered over you, taking in every detail. The way the dress accentuated your body left him breathless. You were beautiful in everything you wore, but this dress—this was something extraordinary. “So, you put this on just to make me feral? Because you’re definitely succeeding.” he chuckled, leaning up on his elbow.

“I just wanted to know if you like it,” your smirk deepening as you gracefully crawled onto his lap, like a cat curling up to its favorite spot.

“Oh, I definitely like it,” his voice filled with admiration and a hint of playfulness. “But it’s not just the color that’s catching my attention.” His eyes roamed over your curves with unabashed appreciation once more.

“Oh really?” you giggled, your laughter a sweet melody that seemed to enchant him further. Your smile was radiant, and the way you looked at him made his heart swell.

“Mhm,” he responded, his own smile widening as he pulled you closer. His eyes continued their admiring journey “You’re so, so gorgeous. Did you really think I wouldn’t like it?” his fingers gently grazing the hem of your dress.

“I hoped you’d drool all over it, to be honest” your smile playful and tender as you delicately removed his glasses and put them on yourself.

Anakin’s smile grew even wider. The sight of you wearing his glasses, combined with the way you sat on his lap, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. His joy was almost overwhelming. He could barely contain his excitement. “I’d drool over you in anything, you know that,” his voice filled with adoration and a hint of humor. His heart was soaring, knowing that this perfect moment, with you, was his reality. "Even in a potato sack"

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a deep need to observe you 24/7, at least in most of his free time. Because what if someone will hurt you? Or you'll hurt yourself and he'd not know, appear too late to help. So, he felt obligated to watch you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who stole some of your panties when you weren't looking and kept them in his apartment, not daring himself to even think about putting them into a washing machine

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was horribly obsessed with leaving marks all over your body;

“You’re leaving me hickeys,” you whined, glancing at the mirror to see the fresh, juicy marks on your neck to collection

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist to connect his lips with your (this time) exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. The hickeys were more than just marks—they were declarations of his love, signs that you were his and his alone. He wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. And if people wouldn't see your marks, he wanted to make sure you would knew who you belong to. His lips moved to your ear, whispering the phrase that made you shiver “Though I’d say my favorite is still the one on your ass.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you flushed and headed back to the bed

He chuckled, settling beside you and immediately pulling you close. His arms wrapped around your frame and he nuzzled into your neck, planting more kisses, and adding to the huge collection of hickeys. “I think you should get it tattooed,” he suggested playfully, his lips brushing against your skin

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[yandere-wishes]

not a request

Yandere!Anakin Skywalker is shameless lmao. Bro's the Stare Master. He constantly stares at you and while he's constrained by the Jedi Code, it doesn't mean he won't make advances towards you. To make things worse, he's infantilizing. He treats you as if you're made of spun glass and insists on fighting all of your fights.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out who he's got eyes on, but unfortunately it opens up weaknesses for his enemies to exploit. His constant conflict with what he's been taught and his obsession with you builds up and eventually explodes.

omg imagine Boba Fett being a yandere for you??? Better yet, when Fennec comes into the picture, she becomes a platonic yan for you too. They work together watching over you, they share and take turns with you.

Some food for thought. If the format is weird forgive me it's 1:44 AM rn

No No!! I'm in love with this!! We'll do Anakin in this post and Boba in the next one ~💜

This works so well if you're his Padawan. Only a few years younger than him and a little too naive to fully comprehend the emotions hidden behind your master's star-crossed stare. Still, there's an odd comfort in feeling his eyes wherever you go. Ease in the knowledge that he's never too far away should you need him. 

 You even welcome the lingering touches and reassuring forehead kisses. The inexperience in you longs for something, someone to hold on to. A safety of sorts that only Anakin can provide. 

He's the chosen one. 

The golden boy.

You should welcome this. Whatever this is exactly. 

But as you grow. As your skills improve. You begin to note that nothing changes. Instead, it only gets worse. When the two of you are out on the battlefield he's constantly pushing you behind him. And that's only if he can't restrain you to the ship all together. You can't even remember the last time you took out an R0-GR. Or the last time you even ignited your lightsaber. 

Anakin's all over you when you return to base. Hands roaming your body, searching desperately for the slightest laceration. He mutters teasingly in your ear as he pulls your hips closer. "My precious little girl" or "My darling little padawan". It's infuriating and frankly a little embarrassing. He treats you like a doll. Like his doll. A precious little thing too pure for the war torn universe.

You've started to notice how the clones and other Jedi avoid you. 

Eyes glued to the floor when you walk by. 

Even the senators skurry away when you enter a room.

Not gonna lie, the isolation is getting to you. 

Anakin detonates when the Jedi counsel removes you as his padawan. Deciding it best to switch your master. You welcome the change, the chance to breathe. It feels like you'll be free at last...

But then Anakin disappears and the clones turn on the Jedi. The younglings are slaughtered and you find yourself face-to-face with Darth Vader. 

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what drove Anakin to the dark side. It doesn't take a genius to know what weakness Palpatine -or rather Sidious- exploited to turn Anakin into a Sith. It's all your fault really. You got him too attached. If only you'd kept your distance, if only you hadn't been so weak. Anakin drags you back to Mustafa. Claiming that when the time is right you'll become his apprentice again. Only this time in the form of an Acolyte.  

You can't escape him.

Not now, not ever.

Your fate was sealed the day he became your master.

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Star Wars

Character: Darth Vader

Pairing: Romantic

Type of Fic: Concept (HCs)

Oh no... Anakin giving into the Dark Side... Hope I get things right :( Doesn't really go into it so you can imagine him non-burned if you want.

Yandere! Darth Vader Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Controlling behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Murder, Isolation, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship.

Darth Vader is an Anakin who lost... everything.

His morals, his wife, his mentors, his mother, everything....

He is now a being of ruthless violence to try and justify his actions.

In a way he still wants to protect...

Even if it means stomping out rebellion for the Empire.

Vader no doubt knows he's become a monster.

Part of him wouldn't blame his obsession, whoever they are, for hating his presence.

But a lot of what he does would be for them... you.

Anakin... Vader... doesn't like change.

He has trouble with attachment and that was his downfall.

He has trouble letting go.

He used to be such a nice person.

Now... much has corrupted him.

Anakin has always had trouble with love.

He never wants to lose the people he loves.

Allowing him to have an obsessive and possessive attachment to those he loves.

I imagine Vader is the same way... deep in him.

He's driven to crave power to try and prevent anything similar happening to anyone with The Empire.

He thought he lost his ability to love when he lost Padmé.

Yet... he finds someone new.

Meaning, as always, his love is only harmful towards those he loves.

Vader would fear losing the one he loves again.

In fact, at first he tries to ignore such an idea.

He can't be attached to another.

A Sith Lord like him doesn't have time for another like Padmé.

But deep down... Deep down he craves it again.

Vader is one of the most powerful Sith Lords in the galaxy.

He is a man who takes what he wants.

Power, love, vengeance...

If he really wanted you, he could have you.

But why does he struggle?

All he feels is suffering.

When he sees you, a Jedi, a civilian, a rebel, someone who works under him... whoever you are...

He thinks of those he loved before....

He... He can't do it again, can he?

He's a selfish man.

A selfish man who hurts and kills those he loves.

If he truly respects and loves you, if he isn't just using you to cope...

He should let you go...

Yet as always he can't.

Darth Vader is powerful, arrogant, impulsive, ruthless, impatient, intimidating... and most of all...

Selfish.

Compared to Anakin, he's quiet no matter how you decide to see him.

It doesn't matter if you see him as you do in canon, or if you choose to use the fandom's un-burned version.

I still imagine he wears the helmet, the suit... and you hear that twisted breathing.

You may never truly know the man who took you from your home, who isolated you for his own benefit.

All you know is a cold mask and deep voice.

Along with his cold touch.

Vader is a man full of conflict.

His feelings for you do not help.

Vader is still a man who refuses to let go.

Once he obtains these new feelings for you, he can't just... get rid of them.

No, part of him still wants to love.

He doesn't deserve it, he knows that...

It never stops him from treating you like you're made of glass.

When the Death Star was around, he gave you your own room.

If not, you're never far from him.

I would not be surprised if he was more overprotective and possessive than he was as Anakin.

Now he's determined not to lose you like Padmé.

He may have been unable to save her.

Yet he'll succeed with you, he refuses to see otherwise.

Those who interact with you are closely monitored.

Any harm that comes to you is swiftly punished.

You're given a high security room and Vader often prefers to visit himself.

Vader likes his privacy with you.

By this point, it doesn't matter if this is wrong.

Vader finds himself obsessed with you and your safety.

He feels he can find love in you.

He wants to love again even if he can't.

It pains him when you flinch away.

He tries desperately to cup your cheek, to hold you close.

Frustration keeps bubbling within him when his attempts to change you, to make things work, fail.

Which often leads to him scaring you when he uses the Force to pull you into his arms.

He needs to be careful with his anger.

He could easily kill you if left unchecked.

Then he'd be repeating past mistakes if he wasn't already.

Vader expresses... desperation towards you.

Desperate for a love he can no longer have.

He can't force what he had to happen again.

You may always hate him... He'll always be a monster.

But he's too selfish to let you go.

Even if you hate him, he still holds on to his twisted view of love.

Vader would kidnap you from your home, slaughter all you love, and isolate you beside him...

He'd do it all if it meant he could feel something again... If it meant he could have you.

Murder isn't something he thinks much about anymore. There's not much guilt now.

He's done it so much already for a cause he believes in.

A safer galaxy.

Don't you want a safer galaxy?

While originally dedicating this all to Padmé, he now makes his purpose revolving around you.

Affection is no longer something he really expresses like he used to.

He'll caress you, hold you close, squeeze you like his life depends on it as you sit on his lap.

Yet kisses are impossible, so is anything else.

You feel like you're just being used to cope.

For the most part... you are.

Vader just would never admit it.

He wants you safe, cared for, and loved.

All by him.

Sure, view him as a monster, he knows he is one.

However, this monster is doing all he can to keep you safe.

You may not be happy now... but you will be.

Soon you'll trust his words, won't you?

If he didn't want to love you, he would've disposed of you for being a distraction.

Unfortunately, his view of love isn't much better.

Vader's new view on love is preventing all harm.

That means killing people in front of you with his saber or powers.

That means isolating you.

That means locking you away for his eyes only.

He calls this love...

In reality, he's still a man afraid of loss, and he can't afford to lose you like everything else.

[luv-lock]

⸻ ʙ ʀ ᴏ ᴋ ᴇ ɴ ⸻

Pairing: Yandere Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader

Headcanon: What if his darling die?

Notes: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

When you die, Anakin doesn’t simply lose you—he loses himself. The moment your life slips away, the galaxy itself seems to go silent, as if mourning alongside him. Everything he fought for, everything he dreamed of, collapses into ash. You were his light in the darkness, his anchor, and now, with you gone, there is nothing left but chaos.

Your death is something Anakin refuses to accept at first. His hands shake as he cradles your lifeless body, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he whispers your name over and over, as though the sound alone could bring you back.

“No,” he murmurs, his voice breaking as he presses his forehead to yours. “This isn’t real. It can’t be real. Wake up. Please, wake up!”

When the truth sets in, it’s like a physical blow. A scream tears from his throat—a raw, animalistic sound that echoes through the air. It’s a sound born of pure anguish, a howl that could shatter stars.

Anakin doesn’t let go of your body for hours—perhaps days. He refuses to leave you, refusing to let the reality of your absence settle in. He strokes your hair, brushes his lips against your forehead, and whispers promises he knows you can’t hear.

“I’ll fix this,” he vows, his voice trembling with desperation. “I’ll find a way. You’re not gone. You can’t be gone.”

His mind immediately turns to the Force, to the possibility of reversing death itself. He becomes consumed by the idea of bringing you back, no matter what it costs him. Memories of Palpatine’s whispers, of the Sith’s promises of power over life and death, resurface in his mind like a venomous snake.

Without you, the darkness within Anakin flourishes. He doesn’t care about right or wrong anymore—he only cares about you. The galaxy could burn to ashes, and he wouldn’t bat an eye if it meant holding you in his arms again.

He delves into forbidden knowledge, seeking answers that others fear to even contemplate. He becomes obsessed, pouring over ancient Sith holocrons, experimenting with powers that twist the Force into something unnatural. He’s willing to sacrifice anything—anyone—to bring you back. His moral compass shatters entirely, and those who stand in his way are met with unrelenting fury.

“Don’t lecture me about the Force,” he snarls at anyone who dares to question him. “If the Force won’t save her, then I’ll tear it apart and make it obey me.”

Anakin isolates himself completely. He pushes away everyone who once cared for him—Obi-Wan, Padmé, Ahsoka—because they don’t understand. They can’t understand. They call him insane, accuse him of losing his way, but he doesn’t care. To him, they’re all hypocrites who speak of compassion yet refuse to help him bring back the person who mattered most.

His obsession with you consumes every waking moment. He surrounds himself with reminders of you—your favorite things, holos of your smile, even the scent of your perfume lingering on your clothes. He talks to these remnants as if you’re still there, as if you’ll answer him any second now.

“I’m doing this for you,” he whispers into the void, his fingers brushing over a holo of you. “I’ll make it right. I’ll make you proud.”

If Anakin’s attempts to bring you back ultimately fail, he becomes a broken shell of himself. His once vibrant blue eyes grow dull, and every ounce of warmth and humanity he had left is snuffed out.

Your death becomes his defining moment—the catalyst that fully pushes him into the abyss. His grief morphs into rage, directed at the galaxy, the Force, and even himself. He blames everyone and everything for your loss, but deep down, he blames himself most of all.

He becomes more machine than man, emotionally and spiritually. The Anakin Skywalker you loved ceases to exist, replaced by a figure of cold, unyielding wrath. The only thing that keeps him moving is the memory of you—a haunting, bittersweet echo that never leaves his mind.

If, by some dark miracle, Anakin succeeds in bringing you back, it doesn’t end the way he imagines. Perhaps you return incomplete—your memories fragmented, your soul scarred. Or perhaps you fear him, seeing the monster he’s become in his efforts to defy nature itself.

Even then, he refuses to let you go. He clings to you, no matter what, convinced that this twisted reunion is better than losing you forever. “I did this for us,” he says, his voice trembling with both pride and desperation. “You’re back where you belong—where I need you.”

But even with you by his side, the shadow of what he did to bring you back hangs over him. It’s a hollow victory, one that will never truly heal the wound your death left behind.

Anakin is a man defined by love, and your death strips him of that love in the cruelest way imaginable. Whether it leads him to madness, darkness, or destruction, one thing is certain: he will never be the same. Your absence leaves a void so deep that not even the Force can fill it.

In the end, Anakin’s obsession with you becomes both his greatest strength and his ultimate downfall—a tragic testament to the love he couldn’t bear to lose.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[raccoonscribbles]

poor baby, you didn’t listen

this gif is him scolding you ngl

can you do dark-ish anakin with padawan reader (she is of age and not so much younger than him), she admires him and he deludes himself into thinking that she is in love with him like he is with her, he doesn't train her right and don't let her go on missions or anyone else to talk to her and one day she disobeys him and get hurt, he loses it.

request from anon on @skywqlkergf page that she asked someone to adopt. basically headcanons, but i would write a whole story on this ngl if given the chance

wrote this in like 10 minutes ngl

https://janitorai.com/characters/e81cd7d9-6541-43eb-ab9f-61d9c8a14b43_character-anakin-skywalker

you were his padawan, his prized possession, his ‘bunny.’ you were his everything.

which obviously meant he loved you.

which meant you loved him, right? i mean, you stared at him, smiled at him, and listened to all his advice.

or so he thought. you had to have loved him.. you had to. he’d kill if you didn’t love him. he’d murder somebody for you if he had too. gosh, would you look so pretty with some dumb man’s blood as your lipstick.

but soon enough, you had noticed how little training you did compared to the other padawans, so you walked into your master’s room.

“master don’t you think it’s weird that—“ “shh.. baby, am just letting you rest cause you’re so good at taking care of yourself..”

that was the end of that conversation.

then training seemed to change, you had to learn a new form, which always caused you get injured. that meant no training or missions. and you seemed to never be able to do anything by yourself.

laying in your bed as anakin spoon fed you, poor thing. with your big teary eyes and shaky hands, being you had severed off your own leg.

phantom pains always got to you, and even a little “ngh” caused anakin to wrap you in his arms.

“mm.. it’s okay, baby.. will keep you safe.. okay?” he murmured to you, kissing at your jaw while he held you. “you won’t ever have to leave your room again, will take care of everything..”

that was true, he’d even lock you up in your room. but one day, you saw the green light on the door, and immediately took the chance to go somewhere else.

you ended up at a club, drinking a piña colada, and then, tumbling down the stairs. in pain, you lay at the bottom, not moving. anderson, the other lads want you had come with didn’t even notice your absence. you don’t move, until arms come around you.

“poor baby, you didn’t listen,” he ‘tsk’ed at you, three times, picking you up. your eyes meet anakin’s and you practically freeze. “now look at you, your own metal leg coming off, all over again. why can’t you listen?” he scolded.

he seemed kind, but as soon as your laid in bed in your room, you got the yelling, “you could’ve died! you don’t go anywhere without me! what were you thinking?!”

[skywalkerandmarvelfan]

Favorite (Platonic Yandere Darth Vader with Starkiller's Twin Sister Reader ~~ Chapter 1)

A/n: This story isn't connected to my one short: Everything Will Be Fine (Platonic Yandere Darth Vader with Starkiller's Twin Sister Reader).

Chapter summary: After finding two Force-sensitive children Vader takes them both and plans to train the stronger one as his apprentice and kill the weaker one. When it is discovered, you were the weaker twin Vader goes to kill you.

Vader lifted the rogue Jedi up in the air in a Force choke. “I sense someone far more powerful nearby. Where is your master?”

“The Dark Side has clouded your mind; you killed my master years ago.”

“Then now you will share his fate.” Vader said, but before he could strike the Jedi down his lightsaber flew from his hand. Shocked, Vader turned to see what took his weapon, only to see a young boy holding it, a girl the same age as him standing beside him. “Children?”

"Run!" The Jedi yelled before his neck was snapped with the Force.

You and Galen flinched seeing your father’s now lifeless body being dropped.

Vader took a cautious step to you two, not wanting Galen to potentially use his lightsaber against him. When Vader reached a handout Galen stepped in front of you then pointed the lightsaber at Vader. He gave the saber a small swing trying to protect you when Vader took another cautious step forward. Galen doubted he would be able to do anything to Vader, but wanted to try to protect you, even if it was futile in the end.

"Lord Vader," an officer said, running to the Sith, three Stormtroopers following close behind.

The three Stormtroopers raised their blasters at you and your brother.

Vader looked at his troops then at you and Galen. You were both strong and untrained in the Force; it would be a shame if you were both killed when Vader could easily take one of you to train as an apprentice.

Vader turned his attention back to the troopers then quickly retrieved his lightsaber with the Force, and deflected the blaster bolts back at the Stormtroopers and Imperial Officer.

You gasped and grabbed your twin’s shoulder at the loud sounds of blaster bolts, a ‘vhoom’ of a lightsaber and painful grunts of men as they were killed. You wanted to look away from the gruesome sight and run like your father said, but found yourself frozen in fear. You tightened your grip on Galen when the bulky, tall, figure of Vader walked up to you and your brother. Galen tried to guard you with his body by straightening himself and spreading out his arms.

Vader found the actions of Galen trying to protect you humorous. Anything the young boy could do to save you would be useless in the end. If Vader wanted you dead, you would be dead.

Vader was going to kill you like he did your father, but there was a chance you were stronger in the Force. He couldn’t pinpoint which one of you was the stronger one, as the Force emitted from both of you in waves, and your Force presence appeared to merge with each other. If Vader wanted the stronger child as his apprentice he would have to take you both then kill the one who was weaker.

Finding out who was stronger took longer than Vader thought. Both of you picked up the Force easily, and when you decided to alter your combat technique to a long range or Jar'Kai style instead of charging and overpowering an opponent, you were both good in combat. However, you tended to be more stubborn in certain aspects and at times lost focus during meditation, making Galen the more appealing candidate for Vader’s apprentice. As more time passed with each of you having more one-on-one training with Vader, Galen proved to be the more powerful twin.

This outcome pleased Vader greatly. Galen was more focused, and you were far too caring with Galen, always warned him to be careful, hugged him to show comfort, tried to patch him up, and tried to calm him when he was angered. Caring wasn't a Dark Side trait, and it was these traits that added to your weakness as well as weakening Galen. Vader also liked Galen more, Vader was more distant to him than with you. Whenever your caring side showed for your brother, it reminded Vader of when Padmé would care for other people, and at rare moments Vader found himself going easier on you or spending more time on you than he should. Vader didn't know the gender of the child he would've had with Padmé, but believed the child would be a girl, and it was these two things that had Vader less distant to you. He disliked the fact he was closer to you and how you reminded him of Padmé, so it was best if you were the one to be disposed of.

In order to make it less obvious that he killed you Vader waited a few days after discovering Galen was stronger and went to your chambers during the middle of the night. If you were asleep when he killed you, you wouldn't make a disturbance through the Force and potentially wake Galen with your Force bond. Vader had learned that the two of you had a unique bond in the Force, and were more attuned to each other, having a heightened connection to the other’s feelings, were able to tell if the other was hurt or in danger from miles away, and were able to find the other from miles away just by following the other’s Force presence. Vader was unsure if this connection could wake Galen if you were scared enough or in danger, but he didn’t want to find out. It would be better if Galen didn't know or suspect Vader was the cause of your death, as that could bring problems with the boy's loyalty or behavior.

Unfortunately, when Vader reached your chambers the door swooshed open and you ran into his boot. 

Pain spread throughout your nose after hitting Vader's boot, but the sudden pain was quickly forgotten when the mechanical breathing hit your ears, and you felt a swift change in the Force. You jumped back blood running cold by Vader’s presence and the sharp chill within the Force. Out of the three years of you being trained by Vader, he had never been at your chamber door in the middle of the night, and him being here made you on edge. The worst part about this situation was the Force felt antsy and as if it was poking you with needles of ice, which served to make you more anxious. You had no idea why the Force felt like this and didn’t like it at all.

Part of you wanted to keep staring at Vader’s boots and not look at him, hoping that if you didn’t look at him you would become invisible to the Sith’s gaze. The other part of you wanted to continue heading to Galen’s chambers, hoping if you kept on going like you never ran into Vader this situation would be forgotten as if it never happened, and your nerves from your nightmare, Vader being outside your door, and whatever he planned to do would vanish by your brother’s presence. However, if you kept looking at Vader’s boots or kept walking without acknowledging him, it could be taken as disrespectful, and you’ve learned the hard way that Vader demanded respect.

You gulped down your nerves then slowly looked up, trying to hide your emotions, but doubted you did well in hiding them. You regretted looking up as the cold running blood froze when you actually saw Vader’s helmet pointed down at you. 

"Master," you whispered, mentally cursing with how your voice seemed to abandon you, and how your mouth became dry.

Vader glared at you. You shouldn’t be awake at this hour, you should be asleep, you had to be asleep for the best outcome of his plan to be achieved. You being awake only made him dislike you more, but what made him hate you was how the frightened facial expression resembled the frightened look Padmé gave him on Mustafar, and the frightened whisper of 'master' made him remember when she whispered his name when he Force choked her. Vader knew if he really wanted, he could still kill you if you were awake, but he couldn’t kill you when you resembled Padmé, even if it was just by a facial expression combined with a whisper. He would have to kill you another night.

“Is-is there anything I can do for you?” You asked, voice still quiet.

“Come with me.”

“Yes master.” You said, forcing the words out. “Can I go see Galen first?”

“No.”

“Please, I always go to him after I have a nightmare.”

“No. Now come,” Vader gripped your shoulder then pulled you from the doorway and into the hallway.

“Please master, I must see him. I must see that he is alive.” 

“He is fine. Do you not sense him through the Force?”

“I do, but I have to see him to be sure.” You said, desperate to see him.

If you had any other nightmare you would deal with not going to Galen, not wanting to anger Vader, especially with the Force’s sharp chill, but after the nightmare of him being killed you had to make sure he was still alive. You always checked on Galen whenever you had the dream of him dying. You knew it was a dream, but it never failed to scare you to the very core. It felt so real, regardless if he looked way older than he was now, but you couldn’t get the image of his lifeless body laying on the ground. 

“The Force is enough confirmation,” Vader said. 

“But-” you paused when Vader gave a firm squeeze to your shoulder, a warning you knew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to heed it, “it eases me to see him. If I don’t see him all I can picture and think about is him lying dead on the floor like he does in my dream.” You clasped your hands together. “Please let me check on him, I will be able to focus so much more on whatever you have me do master.”

Vader felt something tightening in his chest at your pleading face, and the knowledge you had a dream of someone you loved dying. The fear you had reminded him of the fear he felt when he had visions of his mother and Padmé dying. The difference though was your fear was from dreams and his were visions. 

At least Vader believed your fear was from a dream. He couldn’t imagine a child like yourself having Force visions of the future. However, you were strong in the Force, even if you weren’t as strong as your brother, and the Force did work in mysterious ways, so it could be possible your dreams of Galen dying were visions. If your dreams were visions Vader felt a sense of sadness that you were experiencing this, knowing how painful it could be.

Vader clenched his fist, angered at how he felt a bit closer to you with the revelation of your dreams of your twin dying. Worse than that he was angered at how you reminded him of himself, and how his first thought was pity, instead of anger and an urge to kill you. 

“No. Use your fear in your training, it will give you power.” Vader said, before dragging you down the hallway by your shoulder.

Vader would give you a harder training session for giving him these feelings and memories of his past.

You gulped, having a feeling you made a mistake, and that you should’ve heeded the warning to stop talking.

[fr-ogii]

the jealousy of

yandere!darth vader

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

⚠️ :: violence (not towards reader)

word count :: 1.0k+

-> there isn't much that differentiates yandere!vader from a "normal" darth vader. he's already an incredibly possessive man when it comes to relationships. losing that many people in his more formative years (even though he caused most of the losses) was not good on his brain development. he doesn't become attached easily, but when he does... he gets attached.

-> the biggest difference is his inability to let you go. that's not to say normal vader isn't a bit nervous to lose you, but at least he lets you walk around the ship. he's a bit nervous you'll be targeted by some troopers wishing to have their life ended early, but he trusts that you are strong enough to defend yourself. and if you're not able to fight anybody off, you know well enough to call him for assistance.

-> yandere!vader won't let you go in any sense. don't even dream about seeing anyone else ever.

-> you won't be able to leave your room. a full bathroom is already part of the room, but a kitchen will be added after an unfortunate incident that ended in the death of an innocent boy that was only attempting to deliver food to his chambers.

the day before had been particularly taxing on vader and he had slept in more than he normally does. on any average day, he would be up before 6, but most likely around 5:30. so who's surprised that the sith lord doesn't make his own food? he has it delivered before he starts his day. by the time of the delivery, vader has been up for almost an hour. his suit is on and the helmet is ready to be placed on to open the door and receive the meal. the only one privileged enough to see his face is you.

unfortunately for the poor delivery boy, vader was not up when the boy brought by the food and held his hand up to knock on the thick steel door. the sound reverberated in the large room, causing you to rouse and look at your lover. you've been told to never answer the door, but he was just so tired and you didn't want to wake him. he'd had a tough day.

and so - although it was a foolish decision - you pulled the covers back from your side of the bed and stood. the floor was cold against your feet and so you scampered quickly (and quietly) to the door so the numbing feeling would be over with soon.

another knock rang out as you reached the keypad that would open the door. you repeated the code you had seen vader thumb every time he left the room. a fwishhh accompanied the sliding of the door. the freckled boy before you couldn't have been older than 15, if you had to guess. he was standing next to a cart he no-doubt had been pushing all the way from the kitchen, given that it was stacked with breakfast goodies. fruits were delicately placed in a silver bowl and toast was on a plate right besides it. but, before your eyes could take in what else was on the trays, you heard a squeak coming from the boy in front of you. your eyes snapped towards him before you followed his gaze and spun your head quickly to face what had terrified him so. 

the black mask you had grown familiar with was what met your eyes. the darkness radiating off of him reminded you just how comfortable you had gotten around him. he was clearly angry. for a second, you were thankful it wasn’t at you, but then you remembered who it was directed at; the child behind you. say what you want about how you thought he had changed, but you remember the whispered stories of how merciless he was. that was before you met him. you were foolish to think that he could have ever truly changed.

before you could even think of how to deflect the anger onto yourself - anything to save the boy behind you from meeting the horrible fate you knew must be in store for him - the gloved hand reached out and squeezed. sputtering was heard behind you and you could do nothing but watch in terror. 

you had gotten too comfortable.

-> no amount of apologies could fix what had just been broken. you both felt betrayed. the sith lord was angry you had disobeyed him and answered the door for anyone. you were (more understandably) angry he had the nerve to kill a child in front of you for merely laying his eyes on you. 

“you’re being ridiculous. he is was just a boy. you had no right-”

“i had all the right in the universe. you are mine, don’t you ever forget that.”

-> and so, a kitchen was built in the shared room. to prevent another misfortune from befalling a member of the ship’s workforce, you were moved to another room for the time being. 

-> things would take a while to get back to how they once were. they were never normal. how could things be normal when you were trapped in your room for months on end? you hadn't seen beyond the corridor in months - and the only reason you had seen the corridor was when darth vader left to go about his duties every morning and came back every night. if it wasn't for his comings and goings, you very likely would have no idea of how time was passing.

-> being banished to another room entirely was more torturous than you thought it would be. you were foolish to believe that vader was the cause of your boredom. he was at one point, but no longer. you were entertained by only your thoughts and your movements. pacing back and forth for hours at a time left the rug beneath you threadbare; but it gave you something to do.

-> seeing vader again was a breath of fresh air. the days alone had left you craving everything he provided you with. and so, when you heard his signature breathing and laid your foggy eyes on him after being ripped out of a dreamless sleep, you bolted upright and practically threw yourself on top of him.

-> if he wasn't wearing a mask you would have been able to see the smug smirk he held.

he had regained control over you.