#young vader

[sinvulkt]

PT - Werewolf Anakin

Summary: Anakin’s birth is the result of Darth Plagueis' experiments over Life and Death. Except the experiment aim was not to make a “Chosen One”, but rather to create loyal bestial servants.

Era: Prequel Trilogy

Main tropes: Young Vader, Maul redemption, Shapeshifter

To be true, this is just an excuse to have some Feral!Anakin xd.

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Snippet:

Vader galloped.

He could see from the corner of his eye Maul running in the opposite direction. Good.

The Jedi were not their Sith Master, but from what Vader had seen they weren’t much better. Maul and him may have been birthed to be slaves, but they would never have to bear chains again.

The Jedi on his tail reminded him he wasn't quite as safe as his bond-brother. 

Vader accelerated his pace, to the point where his four paws barely touched the ground before propulsing him ahead. The wind brushed his fur as it sang in his ears. A song full of promises. A song of freedom. 

Someone’s foreign Force presence surrounded him. Suddenly Vader’s paw didn’t touch the ground anymore, as he found himself suspended above man level in the air. A yelp escaped him at the abrupt stop. The Jedi's smell was everywhere, surrounding the weird levitation bubble he was trapped in. Instinctively, Vader’s tail curled between his legs. He growled at the approaching man.

“Hello there,” the man unflappably greeted.

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Plot Description:

Anakin’s birth is the result of Darth Plagueis' experiments over Life and Death. Except the experiment aim was not to make a “Chosen One”, but rather to create loyal bestial servants. Long lived and powerful werewolves, mixing the Tuk'ata natural Force Sensitivity with various species sentience, humans giving the best compatibility results.

The werewolves were a prototype of sort of the republic clones. The project was abandoned after the instability and death of most subjects, the Kamino chosen instead of Hutts as main provider and humans chosen as species for clones. By then Shmi already birthed Anakin, and as such the Siths decided to raise him alongside Maul. He would be ´the dog of the Sith’ for Master and Apprentice to obey.

As a werewolf, Anakin ages slowly. His species is much more long lived than humans. He was born a few years earlier than canon, his growth slow to come. He does his best to protect Maul, and the feeling is reciproque. They grow as siblings under the same iron fist, and form a strong bond together.

At some point before or during the clone war, Anakin and Maul escape. Anakin gets caught by Jedi under his wolf form, who brings him home for study, giving enough of a distraction for Mail to get away. The Jedi soon realize that this strange feral being trusts no one; much less the Force Sensitive people. For all the first duration of Anakin’s stay in the Jedi Temple, he is trapped in a room. The Temple’s Wild Beast, they call him. He earned that title in blood, attacking anyone daring in fang range. Not a single time do they manage to coax him into his human form or to communicate, for all they can sense his sentience behind sturdy mental walls.

Anakin doesn’t mind the treatment he gets in his Tuk’ata shape. Everything is simpler as a beast. Missing Maul is easier too, although the Force bond between them keep them connected. Even punishments are easier to bear in that form, as he learnt under the Sith care. Not that Palpatine let him revert back much ever since the man killed Plagueis and ascended to Master of the Sith.

As such, the Jedi Temple now possesses a yellow-eyed, feral, snarling Anakin, forced to stay here until they know what to do with him or find him a safe place. They also possess a Zabrak dark sider trying to infiltrate the place. Keeping Anakin becomes even more important when, through Maul’s interference, they discover the Sith would like their beast back - giving Anakin a huge value as bait and more importantly, as someone in danger to protect.

Who will he meet there? Who will be the first ones to earn his trust?

Perhaps it will be Master Windu, surprised to have been trying to play fetch with the beast while on guarding dury. The man denies it but Deepa stands witness. Kit Fisto agrees as he heard Plo Koon give advice to Mace on how to best please canines. Or perhaps it will be one of the younglings who sneak past the guards to enjoy the Tuk’ata fluffy fur, a certain Togruta among them being the most successful.

One day, they remove the chains and let him wander freely in the Thousand Fountains Room. They find their guest a few hours later under a pile of younglings, giggling as they climb all over the imposant Tuk’ata. For all Anakin snarls and growls, his instinct would never let him hurt pups; not without explicit order to.

Note:

For crack sake, don't you think it amazing for Mace Windu to have to guard him and end up having to play ´fetch’ with him? ~

Plo Koon is probably the one that put him up to it. I can totally imagine him trying to play fetch with this new wild beast they brought back to the temple. Also younglings adore this big fluffy wolf and will definitely try to climb on him as soon as he is out of chains and allowed to stay in the thousand fountains room.

Anakin did his best to protect Maul, and actually went along with him surprisingly well. So this is probably going towards Maul redemption? He might get caught after infiltrating the Jedi Temple. Not that winning his trust will be any easier than winning Anakin’s.

This inevitably ends with a big cuddle pile on the now Tuk’ata Of The Jedi Temple.

With Ahsoka who calls dibs to hug the fluffy ball (even if it snarls a bit annoyed at her when she does so).

[mmelolabelle]

Anakin Skywalker, almost 30 years late, rocking up with a starbucks and a point to prove, “You are going to finish your training and then I am going to finally be a master, even if it kills us.”

“…you’re already dead.”

“Sounds like a ‘you’ problem Snips 🤷🏻‍♀️”

[cherryevathings]

[forcemeanakin]

ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱᴇɴ

Okay so this is a alternate of @hanasnx starlet!reader but with my own little twist because I just love the scenery and the glamour of the shows <3 So I present to you: VSangel!reader x Hayden Christensen (let's ignore the fact that I've been working on some of these scenarios for YEARS now).

This is hella long and nsfw, so beware. 3K.

Previous inspo: Link

BACKGROUND:

Hayden has probably seen you in a big billboard before, maybe an ad on TV, but didn't remember your name. He thought you were hot though. A pretty little thing that was probably out of an old man's league anyway.

You are in your 20's, so you grew up with the Star Wars prequels and without a doubt Anakin Skywalker was your childhood crush. Posters on your walls, watching other movies Hayden was in just to see him. Most of your classmates probably made fun of your Star Wars obsession because you were only into it because of the hot guy in Revenge Of the Sith. How wrong they were!! It was also because of the hot guy in AOTC!

Also you're like a total SW geek, but we'll talk about it later.

THE BEGINING: How did you two meet?

Considering that both of you are from different areas of show business, you had to meet in a common ground. I don't see Hayden going to a fashion show before you (and then that's the only place paparazzi can catch him for sure <3). So after a lot of thought, you two met at an Award show (my mind goes automatically to the Tiff Tribute Awards). Or more specifically, the after party.

I picture Hayden saying hello to a couple of people he knows before heading to the bar and sticking around there, just sipping on his drink and greeting whoever comes along to shake his hand and pat his shoulder.

You already saw him back on the red carpet, making your best effort to not get your drooling face captured by a paparazzi. Your stunning dress and detailed makeup made you look like a million dollars !!!

And he noticed. Fuck, did he notice.

Walking by the bar, after pep talking yourself into talking to him for like half an hour, you pulled up right beside him to order yourself a drink. A cosmo or some shit like that. Very fancy and pretty, like you.

He was hypnotized by you the second he saw you up close. Actually, the second he saw your ass swinging his way.

That was it. You two were done for the moment your gazes crossed.

He made the first move, saying a polite "hey" and offering to call the bartender for you.

You were batting your eyelashes, grazing his biceps with your long nails and giving those "fuck me eyes" that worked every time. Someone so much more mature and wise, you didn't think he would want you for something besides fucking, so why did it matter if you were a bit sluttier than you were used to?

But you started talking and it was an actual good conversation. He seemed interested in getting to know you and his jokes actually made you laugh. He was all smooth with his compliments and subtle stares at your dress.

I feel like he would give you a nickname from the very first night. Something related to your attire or the sparkle of your eyes, accentuated by the glittery eye shadow.

It would be a downright shame to let that amazing chemistry go to waste for a meaningless hookup. Luckily he didn't let that happen.

Like a true gentleman, he walked you to your car, using the back door and called it a night. Not before asking for your number and teasing a goodnight kiss.

The next day, while you were getting ready to shoot a campaign, you receive a text from an unknown number, but you immediately knew who it was.

"Hey, starlight." There's a whole other version of this with them meeting over a smoke break, but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea.

BEFORE AND AFTER YOU:

Okay so let's set some things straight. Hayden's not a public guy. he hates having his private life printed on newspapers and he's not a fan of social media. At all. Heck. he doesn't even like to leave his house on weekends. But after you? He had to get used to it. You're this generation very own Gisele Bündchen. You're everywhere. You're everything. You are the fashion world. So paps are very much included in every moment of your life.

BEFORE GOING PUBLIC:

You tried to keep it hidden as much as you could. It was not very hard with you traveling almost every day and him living in LA, at his new house. And whenever he could, he escaped to his own little paradise in Canada.

So texting was basically everything you could do.

He even learned new lingo just to keep up with you :)

But you both craved more, so the next time you were in LA, you were going to grab dinner.

The damn paps got a few pictures of you and that's when the rumors started.

At first not many people recognized him, mainly because the pictures were taken from behind him, but the curls and the outfit ratted him out to a few observant fans.

But media didn't believe them, I mean, why? And the selected group that decided to run with that narrative used headliners like: "how the fuck did the awkward guy from SW pulled y/n's ass?"

After weeks of trying to be low-key for his sake: going on coffee runs using his caps and sunglasses so people wouldn't recognize you, having dinner dates at his house and/or choosing far away locations to stroll with a bit of privacy; you gave up. Your already public life was catching up with you two. So it was better to ride the wave than to escape it and fail in the process.

BUT BEFORE ABSOLUTELY GOING PUBLIC, I love the idea that interviewers were trying to drag the information out of you. Maybe at a red carpet or at an interview with a digital magazine, people would throw you some questions to see if you bite the bait:

"So, Y/n, who's your favorite SW character?"

And you would grin knowingly but never backing down. Your answer would vary from Obi-Wan Kenobi (to mess with Hayden) or R2 when you felt like sharing some of your SW passion.

But right before you two decide to go full-on public, you decide to mess with them, for your own entertainment: "You know, I do have a soft spot for Darth Vader."

PEOPLE GASPED AT THAT CRUMB OF CONFIRMATION.

GOING PUBLIC:

It was at a red carpet

You two went in separate cars

Hayden walked first, having his picture staken and signing autographs while you barely arrived at the event

The second you entered the carpet the cameras went off on you, total focus on getting pics of your designer dress

You were posing like an absolute goddess, answering some questions with wit, trying to spot your boyfriend with the corner of your eye

Finally you locked eyes and he raised a dubious eyebrow, like saying: "Are we seriously doing this?"

And you gave him a bright beam, stretching your arm to him as he walked to you, taking your hand and kissing the inner side of your forearm before placing it on his shoulder. Fingers dropping to your waist and pulling you to him while you laugh, his mouth lowering to your ear to whisper: "You always get your way, huh?"

You chuckled and kissed his cheek, you two turning to face the cameras, just for a few seconds before moving on.

DATING:

I'll not get into the heavy details of how you two managed to make your relationship work, with your traveling and photoshoots, because fuck that. I'll only say that there was a lot of sexting and he was a fucking natural at it. Mile high club as well.

You two would still try to remain unrecognizable by the paparazzis but more chill this time.

That meant having more pictures of you on your candle lit dinners or your fun Sunday mornings in the park out there.

I JUST KNOW THERE'S A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING IN THE PARK. YOU ON YOUR TIPPY TOES WHILE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND HIS NECK. BIG GRIN ON YOUR FACES, LIKE IT WAS TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE YOUR LIPS MADE CONTACT.

The media would still release some mean headliners but thanks to the dilf culture cultivated in social media, some were actually rooting for you. Oh, and fans were torn between you; hating you because you were clearly fucking him and loving you because since your relationship started, you gave them more Hayden content.

The SW questions were constant in the interviews and talk shows, to the point that you were always brought some type of SW merch: a Grogu plush, a kids lightsaber, a little R2 replica. Whatever it was, it was always pulled whenever the question about you and Hayden was brought up.

You still kept answering "Obi-Wan" with a laugh and no additional information. "He has the high ground." You shrugged your shoulders, shaking your head with a cheeky smile.

Later in bed, when Hayden was giving you your daily dose of healthy cum :))) pounding into you with an admirable expertise, he whispers: "Who has the high ground now, baby?"

CLICHE BUT LET ME HAVE THIS

You never revealed to Hayden that he was your childhood crush, I mean, you could have mentioned it the first night but you didn't want to approach him like a fan. And then you didn't want to look psycho so you just let it be. And now it was too late.

But then

In the middle of an interview, a girl that actually gained your honest trust, asked you the anticipated question:

"How does it feel to date Anakin Skywalker?"

And... (the next bit was written by Indy during a brainstorm and I just wanted to share the exact words <3)

"in the interview you’re visibly nervous, rubbing on your knee, leaning forward, adopting a slackened posture. “yeah..” big grin, “he was actually my childhood crush.” “no!” the interviewer says in awe. “yeah! yeah,” you kinda laugh and cover your mouth. “i didn’t tell him. is that bad?” you put your nail in your teeth to fidget, putting on a little lovable twist to your face"

And then he sees the interview and he shots you an immediate text with the link like: "Oh???"

You know what you'll come home to

He's sitting on his usual chair, reading a book when he hears the door creak. You showed up with a shy smile, his arms opening up to let you crawl on his lap. Knowing that he'll bring it up, you hide on his neck, blush all over your cheeks. Hayden is caressing your thigh up and down, while he hugs you with his other arm and snorts: “did you keep that from me on purpose?” with a little swat on your ass (Indy, 2023).

THE REACTION OF PEOPLE ON SOCIAL MEDIA AFTER THE INTERVIEW. you cackle at the comments: "Not Y/n admitting she is dating her childhood crush!! She's one of us!!!" “HE WAS NOT” “bro no 😭 i thought she was single” “darth vader. you win again” (Indy, 2023).

Also dragging you to hockey games <333 you start to love the sport because of him but at first you didn't understand shit

He laughed at your reaction when you saw the first fight in the rink

"Do they just... start beating each other up and the ref let them?" You winced exaggeratedly.

"Yup." He laughs, drinking a sip of his beer.

KISS CAM KISS CAM KISS CAM

Also opening the car door for you after a date night, protecting you from the paps???? That's a head canon I'll take from starlet!reader and apply it here because YES YES YES

FASHION SHOWS AND SOCIAL MEDIA

ofc he goes to your fashion shows !!!!! front line baby !!!!!!!! And he is so fucking proud of his beautiful girlfriend.

So motherfucking supportive it hurts.

He comes home and peppers kisses all over your face, praising you for a job well done.

"I would buy all the clothes you sell, baby"

Or if you wore something he particularly liked, he would be desperate to get home and show you just how much he loved your teeny tiny dress on the runway.

He even learned how to dress appropriately to match with your outfits. NEVER LEAVING THE CAPS BEHIND OFC !! But his personal style improved so much, we are proud of him :)

ALSO whenever he is out and spots an ad of yours he takes a picture of it and sends it to you. Maybe with a little heart or smile, or a little text like: "so proud of you baby." Sometimes he takes a selfie with the campaign!!! such a dad selfie, his head tilted back and kind of blurry because he's trying to get the right angle !!!!

also social media with him !!!! again, he doesn't have any active accounts but you do. For his sake, you don't post a lot of things about him, however, some things are too adorable not to share. And fans love you for the little crumbs you give them

A list of photos I think would be posted on this reader's insta stories:

A photo of him in the garden, checking his tomatoes. I KNOW HE HAS TOMATOES

A photo of your shadows during a coffee run. Bonus points if it's Tim Horton's and it has the Canada location tag

A photo of his back while he's making breakfast

A photo of the view from his house. Bonus points if it is from the bathroom window. Extra points if it has any indicators that you two were previously fucking in there, like steamy doors.

A casual photo of you on his couch and you can see the famous chess game

a video of you two watching the prequels and you can hear yourself saying: "omg who's the handsome guy?" when he appears and he laughs.

A photo of you with one of his caps. Bonus points if it's the Toronto Maple Leafs one.

VS FASHION SHOW

OH YES. THE GOOD PART. THE FUN PART.

He never thought he would be in this position. Front line at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. But he is. And he's there to support his girlfriend. Heck, that still sounds funny to him-

You're out there, strutting your gorgeous figure for the world to see: with your six inch heels, your pretty wings and tiny lingerie- You're a fucking dream. His dream.

He's there at the front line with the Proud Boyfriend club, along with Adam Levine (I know but he got us fooled for half a decade) and Caleb from Kings of Leon.

His heart is pounding hard when your face appears in the initial video where they present all of the models walking

The first time you walk, he stands up, cheering loudly and smiling brightly at you. You were opening the show!!!!! how huge!!!

You focus on the cameras and getting the pose right but when you turn, walking on the side he's in, you point at him, even blow him a kiss.

The other two times you walk, because the initial pressure is off, you can focus more on him, and shoot him a playful wink and/or wave at him. He's grateful that you're giving him that attention, now he can brag around with hard evidence. :)

They dressed you up in a very flirty little piece, a pair of panties with a black bow on your rear side. When you get to the end of the runway, you turn around and show it off, maybe even playfully shake a little.

You know you'll pay for it back home

You will also pay for flirting with the music guest in the middle of the runway

I mean, you were not flirting, just doing the regular thing of pointing at them and dancing with them for mere seconds. But the music guest really focused on you and your strut. Maybe you did take advantage of the moment to get him all jealous and get some angry sex out of it

He could understand that part of your job. It didn't mean he liked it. He made sure to send some backhanded comments in the after party to make sure the musical guest got the picture. That you were taken.

It was so fucking hot.

He loved loved loved your police woman outfit, offering to pay for it himself so you could take it with you.

He was a fan of your angelic look with the enormous big, white wings. Almost drowning you in feathers but making you look like a real life angel. You were to him at least :)

You take such cute pictures on the pink carpet <3 he's looking like arm candy, an absolute accessory of yours. And he was happy to do it ! It was your night and he couldn't be any happier to be there with you !

Although the paps did catch him while he was staring at your spilling boobs. But could you blame him? That dress was TIGHT.

Hayden also has a photo of one of your VS campaigns in a giant frame in his office <3 you were so ashamed at first but you secretly loved that he paraded you around like that <33333333

you can catch glimpses of it during online interviews

LAST BIT

You are in a talk show, talking about the VSFS 2025, when the interviewer gets all serious and jumps:

"Last question, Y/n... is it true you and Hayden Christensen are engaged?"

You open your mouth in bewilderment, scoffing loudly.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Rumors are all over the place... but is it true?"

"No! Of course not." You squealed, acting offended before cracking a sly smirk. "We are married." And you show off the rock on your left hand.

PEOPLE GO WILD.

AHHHHHHHH- I could do this forever but I need to shut up :) also let me know if you want more nsfw content about this couple :)

Also some of these are stolen from my hockeyplayer!Anakin Skywalker / hockeyplayer!Hayden Christensen private headcanons. :)

Last pic because this is how I imagine this reader and Hayden backstage:

[obiwanwhat]

I know someone has probably said this better but. There's really so much about Luke & Ahsoka interactions that can be explored. Because honestly they have every reason to resent each other?

Anakin was arguably much more of a father to Ahsoka than he ever was to Luke (even if he was more of an older brother figure to Ahsoka than an actual father figure). He trained her and built her lightsabers and had a dumb nickname for her and made dad jokes and like - everything Luke ever could have wanted out of his dad. She knew him when he was still Anakin Skywalker and not Darth Vader. She knew Padme!! Padme also was kind of her mom! Luke doesn't even know Padme's name until sometime post ROTJ - it's possible Ahsoka was the first person who could have told it to him.

Not only that, but she had the Jedi Order. She was trained by the Order at its peak, raised from infancy in the rituals and knowledge that Luke now must piece together from whispers from ghosts and whatever old texts he can scrounge up from the corners of the galaxy the Empire somehow missed. He is doing all of this on his own with no guidance, no oversight, meanwhile it's knowledge that came to her as easy as breathing.

And she walked away from all of it. Everything Luke has ever wanted - a relationship with his parents, proper Jedi training, the Jedi Order itself - she had without ever asking for it, and she walked away from it without a backward glance. And she's still walking away from it - she's not a Jedi, she won't claim that title, she won't join Luke's new Order. Maybe she shows up from time to time and tells him some stories and shares from knowledge, but she won't train him, and somewhere deep down he knows that he will never be as much of a Jedi as she is even though she doesn't claim that title anymore, and part of the reason because is she won't help him.

And for Ahsoka's part. Anakin returned from the Dark Side for Luke. He couldn't - or wouldn't - return for Ahsoka, who he trained, who knew him and loved him and would have died for him. He tried to kill her and would have if Ezra hadn't saved her. But this boy, who shares nothing with Anakin but a name and half his DNA - he was enough to bring Anakin back. She wasn't, not with everything they shared, not with all the times she'd almost died for him, and he'd saved her, and she'd saved him. How do you not kind of hate someone for that?

And besides, he's trying to bring back the Jedi Order. The Order that cast her aside as soon as it was convenient for them, the Order that allowed Anakin Skywalker to become what he did and was too blind to see a Sith Lord under their noses and that died for those mistakes. And sure, he's trying to do it differently, he's trying to do it better, but what does this boy know of better? What can he know of the sins of the Jedi Order? When he speaks of the Order with stars in his eyes, what can he know of the pain that she suffered? That so many suffered? How can he correct what he doesn't understand?

I just think it would be cool to see more of that explored in canon.

[silvereddaye]

A gift for @skyguyy who has been dealing with some loss lately.

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[captain-mozzarella]

Anakin being haunted by his mother once he becomes Darth Vader and having an Azula from Atla style breakdown where Shmi tells him something along the lines of "this isn't the life I wished for you/you're back to being a slave" and Anakin smashing a mirror

[funnypansexualanimorph]

Anakin has perfected the art of living by sleeping in catnaps.

Between his night terrors, force visions, Obi-Wan being overly handsy in his sleep, and toddler Luke tugging his sleeve for a glass of water, it's not an uncommon sight to come across Lord Vader in a strange position sleeping somewhere random (is he part loth cat?) because he maybe got two hours of actual rest the night before.

[babkaboy]

day 1 of the obikin latam week: telenovelas (translation in the tags)

[to-proudly-go]

You'll be in my heart, always

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine “Star Wars: “special editions” songs V.

• When We Were Young

Imagine you are friends with Anakin Skywalker since childhood. However, once you two are now grown ups following different paths, a new sentiment arises. Part II

Warnings 1: *long post*; drama; angst, unburnt Vader; explicit smut.

Warnings 2: alternative universe; no younglings are killed here.

Warnings 3: based on Adele’s two albums “21” & “25”

No minors.

***

• Before the storm…

As much as Anakin tries not to get you involved in his internal riot, his efforts have no avail. You may not be sensitive to the Force, but you do know him like the palm of your hand.

So here you two are, beneath the moonlight—in a rare, calm instant where you two could have a moment for yourselves.

“How’s it been serving Senator Amidala?”, Anakin eventually asks. He’s been told of the attack that nearly got yourselves killed—another factor that fuels his frustration; had he been truthfully powerful, he might’ve been able to prevent such things to happen.

“It’s been quiet lately”, you tell him with a smile on your lips, diverting his thoughts from his self agony. “For once, it’s been lightly boring…”

He chuckles, eyeing you with devotion. Anakin knows you just as deeply as you know him. As he holds you possessively against him, he is tempted to dive in your thoughts—but he wants to focus in you, in what you have to say, even if this means he’ll get worried over you constantly…

“Boring?! Getting me concerned is not boring, my lady!”

You giggle at his protest, finding adorable how protective he is towards you. Leaning your forehead against his chest, your raise your eyes, meeting his.

“We are not entirely different from each other, uh? Should I remind you of all those years when you were mute, never writing one single letter to let me know how you were?”

Anakin sighs dramatically.

“Well, you have a point”, he admits rather unwillingly.

There is an exchange of glances, where he contemplates your soft features, a smile slowly spreading over his lips when realizing you are blushing because of his intent stare. He then leans to peck your lips, resting a hand around your waist all the whilst he holds your neck gently.

"I love you", you sigh in content as he kisses you.

"I love you too, Y/Nickname."

As you part the kiss, he cups your face and says:

"I will never let go of you. This I promise."

"I pray you keep it", you whisper, sounding more eager than you expect.

As the twilight starts to paint a soft shade of orange, Anakin and you exchange promises underneath the rising stars. No words, however, dare to break the spell when the kiss starts to deepen, letting open the pave for a spark of something new.

Words seem to dissipate into forgetfulness as his tongue slowly pursuit yours. As you slowly turn towards him, his hands are now pulling you much closer to him.

You let yourself be involved although you are unsure how to proceed. Anakin doesn't know either, but there is a natural instinct that makes him kiss you fervently all the whilst his fingers dig into your waist, moving impatiently below. You realize what he wants to do--and to realize this is what you want too makes you soaked.

"Naughty, naughty", he whispers in between chuckles when he parts the kiss to let his tongue slide to your neck.

"Don't you dare to read my thoughts, Skywalker", you snort at him, eyes lightly closed as you blush in response to how he devours your flesh. You hate to be inexperienced, wishing there is something you could do.

As if sensing your mute frustration, he pulls your hand right over his rigid pants. Anakin smirks, growing bolder with his hands too, ignited by a desire of feeling you for the first time.

“Ani”, your choked voice gives out more than you’d admit out loud.

“Let me show you something, princess”, he whispers into your ear.

His fingers carefully slip from your hips to your thighs all the whilst his eyes are locked with yours. You lean to kiss his lips, your delicate hands doing the same to him. But you lose track of your thoughts once his index finger finds its way to your feminine core.

“Oh!”, you exclaim, perplexed by the sudden fire that seems to burn your body like a fever.

“Shh”, he smiles at you; feigning confidence, he finds way to please his lady. “Do not be so loud, darling.”

As he starts to stimulate you, he’s careful to read you. Anakin smirks at himself when seeing your mind going blank, you rolling your eyes upon this new discovery. It does arouse him to know he’s your first.

“Ani, you…”, you gasp, moving lightly your hips against his hand. “You… Oh Maker!”

It does not really help your case that his lips are now going to your neck, bitting it softly before making ways to your collarbone. You throw your head back, but your hands are now buried into his curly hair in order to prevent your fall.

“Is it good, my dearest? Tell me if it is”, he whispers against your skin, taking delight at how easily you squirm at the slightest movement.

“You make me… Ani!”, you are about to cry out, feeling a sudden heaviness upon your legs. “Ani… I…”

He would gladly bury himself in between your breasts, but the desperation in your voice calls him. The Jedi gently lies you down, watching your face as you come undone. And before you get too loud, he shushes you with a kiss.

But just when you are about to make it your turn, a sudden noise breaks the spell. Sensing a strange movement, Anakin impatiently sighs.

“We better go”, he grumbles, whilst helping you straighten yourself. “There is somebody looking for me, I can tell.”

You pout at him, still unreasonable to conceive that, in reality, you two should not be seen.

“W-What? Why?”

You are smirking, it’s as if you are drunk��a sensation you’ve never tried, though, because you were never attracted to alcohol, seeing the sad side effects it gives people.

However, Anakin feels as if he’s tasted fire, he’s now experiencing the cold, for he is tensed—he senses the presence of another Jedi and it’s possibly the one who he came to despise: Master Windu.

What’s he doing in Naboo?

“We better go”, he tells you, somewhat distant.

“Ani”, your smile now falters and your heart skips a beat. “What… Why? What happened?”

Just like that everything has changed. Unbeknownst to you, an eclipse is forging…

“We must go”, says he firmly, trying not to focus on the possibility he might get hurt you in the process. He did not have the time to tell you about the whole Jedi process. “Now.”

You do cast him a hurtful look, but understand that there is little to be done. You are aware that what you two were doing was secretly and suddenly you come to despise the Jedi Order for taking him away from him.

Anakin senses the eruption your heart is about to suffer, but he has no time to ease it.

There is so much to be said, but little time to do so.

“I’ll explain to you soon”, Anakin assures you as he leads you to your quarters.

You hold his wrist, impending for a moment his depart.

“Come back to me, Anakin. Don’t leave me alone in this world”, you tell him, urged by a bad feeling that came uninvited. “Whatever is going on, come to me. I’ll help you somehow. Don’t hide from the light.”

The shadow casted on his features softens. He gives you a crooked smile.

“You are my light, Y/N. I’ll come back to you. I’ll always find you”, he smiles, even though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

It seems to you that he wishes to tell you something. Anakin hesitates, but it’s only for a moment before this moment is gone. He presses a kiss on your forehead. Aware that you are going to burst into tears, he turns his back on you.

For your own sake, Y/N.

But this is the last time you see each other before it happens…

***

Two weeks ago.

Once a lady in waiting who got used to nobility, who enjoyed dancing, who smiled the brightest of the smiles, the one every poet praised the beauty… Now you are a phantom, a memory of what liberty meant.

You are a fugitive. You don’t belong to the Empire, but you don’t know how to fit in the Rebellion either. You have become a survivor.

Memories ache, indeed. You understand Anakin died with the Order 66. Padmé herself told you. She tried to encourage you to join the Resistance, but you’ve come to realize the Jedi were too vain to see what Anakin was going through—and thus let your beloved die.

“They took him away from me!”, you told her, eyes puddling with tears.

“It was the Empire, my dear”, Padmé insisted. “It is that evil thing we ought to aim the destruction.”

But even then… Every hope died when Padmé was killed. It was too much for you to take. Now here you are. A nobody, a vessel of the past, haunted by a broken heart.

I should have fought for you, Ani.

You do not know but by choosing to hide in the shadows, these are to lead you to someone whom you’ve long accepted to be gone.

Lord Vader has not forgotten you. But he waited patiently to acquire enough power to take you back. He is no longer the weak Skywalker, prompted to sentimentalism and control. No, he is better than that.

With Palpatine now defeated, the power of the Empire lies with the last Sith Lord. Unwilling to share it with a pupil, he in fact knows only one can be his equal.

His yellow, flaring eyes search for you; aware of your silent steps, they eventually find you. His heart skips a beat when seeing your beauty has matured—remaining alluring as ever, time has not changed it all.

Despite your link with old Skywalker, Vader’s too attached to let go of you. There is a tentacle of remorse suffocating his mind for allowing himself to abandon you.

But he overcomes it. The need to have you comes to it. And he does not take any more time to come for you…Not when seeing how close you two are from each other.

***

The meeting.

You are in this strange planet whose name you know nothing of. After getting yourself friends with pirates, you are delivered there specially with your gold now gone—and out of respect for you, they spare your life.

Surrounded by fog, you can barely see anything. Hugging yourself, you are exhausted and tired from running after two years.

You still remember when seeing the death of the good queen Padmé, the moment where Clovis nearly sold you out back to Tatooine so he could save himself.

You cannot forgive his treason, although you did try to find excuse for his deeds. Maybe it was his way to cope with the loss of his wife. Whatever it was, you tried to reach out for Anakin. Desperately so.

He never answered. And you believed him to be dead and gone.

Like you were told by Clovis himself. As you still recall the reasons why all of a sudden you were treated with little lenience by the man who was like a brother to you, wondering what Anakin would do if he was in your shoes.

You snort to yourself at the thought. He would easily outwit anyone… A deed that I could never do.

A metallic breath comes so suddenly, cutting short your thoughts. You shiver, fearful.

“W-Who is there?”

No response. You try to remain calm, appealing to reason that this planet, as your former "friends" told you, is neutral, somewhat forgotten by both rebels and the Emperor.

However, why does it not feel so? The breeze that meets your moves is cold, making you shiver again. Are you having a fever? The thought makes you stop.

Perhaps you are exhausted, emotionally broken and physically weak. This world took everyone you loved...

"I was not born for happiness", you contemplate out loud as your old scars bleed again.

But the metallic breath is heard again. You associate the sound of death and part of you accepts it straightaway: there is little need to flee from it after these years.

Then a voice, in the middle of the dark, whispers:

"I thought you were better than being a quitter, Y/N".

You turn your back instantly. His voice...

"Ani?", you sound surprised, but also hurt.

You were told he was dead, but... How? In order to put end to your doubts, he shows up, dissipating the remaining shadows so he is seen.

Anakin stands right before you strong and healthy, curly hair falling over his neck, just like the last time you two met, except you could see something different in his eyes.

Where there had been a piercing blue painting his irises, now you see a yellow flaring with range. This Sith Lord, seeing how stunned you are, breaks the silence at last:

"Hello, Y/N Y/LN. It’s me. I was wondering if after all those years you’d like…. To meet. If time was supposed to heal all of which we left behind, it did no healing."

You know he is expecting some shocking comments about his darkness, the evident transition behind his eyes. But what you point out is something different than his expectations would meet.

"You are alive. I was told you were dead."

"No. I was never killed, but..."

You frown at him.

"Were you alive all this time? Have you had no consideration whatsoever of what you put me through? The misery that took away my life, the reason why I went grey, losing every reason to live?!"

Seeing you burst into tears like this sensibilizes him. Vader comes to realize his selfishness, but before that how he underestimated you.

"I needed to be powerful", he says, his voice lightly shaken. "For you, Y/N. For you. I did this for you!"

You move to where he is, blinded by tears.

"Well, then. Why didn't you come back for me then?!Where were you when I needed the most? Why couldn't you save me like you claim now...?"

You take his face with your hands, not minding the danger his presence poses to you. As much as you are not a Force sensitive, you are no fool. You know he is different and Lord Vader can tell by your thoughts that reason is telling you to go away.

But where ever reason has been victorious upon sentiment? Not even this powerful Lord is immune to it.

"I do not need your power. I could not care less about any of these things. I want you. When did we stop being against the world?", you struggle to express yourself.

There are indeed one hell of an ocean of sentiments. Silently, they are muted by circumnstances even though Vader knows them well. He is acquainted with every inch of it. Why hiss away? Why not stopping the fight and merely be drowned into you?

Those eyes of yours that denude your soul, which possesses countless scars, are now calling him.

For a thousand stars I would burn for you. I would get burned with you.

No words are needed. He knows what there must be done. Darkness and light are set upon you two. Whoever he is now, he is the same man who pursuited after your love. In the end, it's what matters.

***

Nowadays.

"Green suits you", he whispers, standing behind you, hands resting around your waist.

You two are in the throne room contemplating the endless universe that lies ahead of you. There is peace at long last. The few Jedis that are out there remain in dust, a memory to some, a history to all—an idea that was promptly accepted by your lover and husband, the Emperor.

There is no resistance, nothing that will go against the balance firmly restored. Vader found himself in between shadows and light after a long time merged in struggles with himself.

In a twist of fate, you’ve been rescued twice from this man who is described by his enemies as the bitter mix of mankind and machine, the fall of the brilliant General who became everyone’s worst nightmare.

But to you Anakin remains the same old Anakin. You’ve been at his darkest hours, you’ve seen his insecurities, you’ve shared his part of unspoken fears. He’s been always your other half, your dark angel who saved you from the coldest hell you’ve been yourself.

As you told him the day he took you away from the deadly embrace of the rebels, people wanted to change him, to turn him into something else…all the whilst all she ever wanted was him the way he was.

Now, here you are. His empress. His woman. Better yet, his wife. His eternal paramour. Burning like a thousand stars under a midnight sun.

“I suppose it frees my spirit”, you tell him, turning around so you can have a better sight of him. Anakin, with his old scar, side smirks at you, already aware of your non said intentions. He is dressing his Vader’s robes, though thankfully his handsomeness is not put away with that mask you detest. “It reminds me of the old days, when you told me you knew it was wrong but you longed to have some fun.”

He laughs quietly at the remembrance. He does remember how often he and you misbehaved as children in Tatooine, a bad tendency that followed years later.

“Oh my Maker. Of all the people in the world…” You smile at him, locking eyes as you dance with no song to play in the background of your high spirits. “…you were the one to introduce me to freedom.”

He leans mischievously against you, holding your hand as he pulls you closer against him.

“Not many would describe me as the declarer of liberty”, so Anakin muses sarcastically, letting himself be played by you.

“Since when am I like everyone?”, you snap back, grinning.

He now presses you against the wall, locking your wrists above your head.

“Don’t be snippy at me, young lady.”

You side smirk, tilting your head to the right as your gaze is held by his.

“Or what?”

“You shall be punished.”

There is little need to speak. When his lips finally meet yours, what starts as a slow aching turns into a passionate fever that spreads all over your body.

Right there, in the throne room, you are under his control. He has no modesty in pulling his will above yours, and you gladly comply with it. It takes no more than a few seconds before he has your green gown is removed, letting you completely nude under his gaze.

“You are so beautiful”, he softens, contemplating your y/c eyes, how alluring they are. Anakin sighs, this is the moment where passion gives place to sentiment.

“Let me photograph you into this light”, you manage to release your wrists off his grip so you can hold his face. “You are like the knight of my stories. You are my chosen one.”

“I do not wish to lose you. You sound like a song, and fuck this reminds me of when we were young”, he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you, angel.”

As slowly your fingertips start to remove his clothing, tossing away his dark cape, you wrap your legs around his waist. Already with a friction aching in your feminine parts, you, however, are completely emotional.

“I love you, my prince. We may not be younger anymore, but our love, the bond that unites one to the other, is timeless.”

You pursuit his lips and soon the sentimentalism steps aside for passion to arise again. He senses your arousal and does not take any more time before he inserts one finger and then two.

“Ah!”, you gasp in surprise.

“So damn wet for me”, he groans, sensing his own manhood pumps against the leather of his pants in complete rigidness. “This always brings me to the day I felt you for the first time.”

You arch your back, speechless. He tortures you like he knows he does, smirking in delight when seeing you going under his touch, crying out his name.

The throne room is not so quiet anymore as he makes you see stars—not only literally. Vader burns with you in every meaning. His eyes scan your face, moving to your hardened nipples that require his heavenly touch. By using the force, he has where he wants you to be: undone.

You are a mess, but you are not finished yourself. Aware of your impure thoughts, Anakin’s now Vader. And he has you going to his knees.

“Yes, Emperor”, you whisper, voice lightly choked with desire as he uses the Force to hold your wrist behind your back. “What is it you want?”

Caressing your face and moving to your neck, he once more stimulates your nipples before going back to his former position. Putting away his manhood, Vader groans at you.

“I want you the way you want me.”

You side smirk at him, no more playing the innocent one, the role you liked to play before he subdues you to his will. Vader takes a great like of your secretive side too.

And what’s better is that you do like taking him with your mouth, never for a second breaking eye contact.

And so it goes for some time. But before he does come to your mouth, every gentleness dies when you are lifted and, once again pressed against the wall, he slides his manhood within you.

***

Feeling his skin so close against yours, locking bodies when two move as one, is a sentiment that brings pure delight to you. Vader too, he is not indifferent to the waves of emotions that bring you ashore.

“Come to me, angel. Take me to Heaven”, he whispers hotly in your ear like a prayer.

And his hands play a great deal in helping you experience such an unnamed bliss.

“Oh Anakin!”, his name is screamed, overcoming his groans as he comes within you.

“Yes?” Lord Vader smiles down at you, eyes glinting with joy.

You cup his face and peppers it with kisses, so devoted you are to him.

“I love you. By the Maker, I do”, you moan softly.

He rubs his nose against yours, cuddling tight for one single moment.

“So do I, princess”, he whispers against your ear, wiping away some locks of your hair that are glued against your face because of the sweat. “We should better get dressed.”

“We should”, you agree between giggles.

When you two look at each other one more time, it does feel like when you were young again. There is serenity and peace, but now the certainty that nothing will ever stay in your path again.

[magnusbae]

"What I should be looking at is inside of me. Like staring down into a deep well. Can I see kindness there? No, all I see is my own nature." -H.Murakam

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[jaguarys]

Thinking many Sith thoughts tonight

[forcemeanakin]

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Young Jedi Adventures' S1E25 "The Prince and the Pirate" | Star Wars Episode V "The Empire Strikes Back"

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