So here is my masterlist! I have tried to sort through and make it easier to find everything in a neat-ish list below. I hope all the links are working if not let me know and I will try and sort it.
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so I reached a tumblr limit on my masterlist and couldn't add anymore links to it so have split my masterlist into three separate Masterlist’s now which will hopefully be easier for people. they are separating into long fic’s, short fics and oneshots.
Chaptered Story Masterlist - All of my longer chaptered ongoing series.
Ficlet Masterlist - All of my shorter series.
Oneshot Masterlist - All of my requests, oneshots headcannons and drabbles.
Thank you for the tag Mandy! I honestly thought I was going to be surprised by this one but it DID say “character” and well…I’m sharing a bed with this man…
No pressure tags: @kayhi808 @k-marzolf @jvanilly @ittybxttykxttytxtty @ilovewhiteroses @wint3r-h3art and anyone else who’d like to play!
WHICH ONE?! WHICH ONE OP?! I HAVE 40 OF THE DAMN THINGS! The smut? The mfm sith obi and suitless vader smut? The anakin fluff? The ddlg kylo? Angst? The Anakin comeing to save me from planet earth because it sucks here? The darth vader pet play fic thats slowly got out of control? Or the suitless darth vader forced marriage one where he's using the earthing as a political pawn?!
Here at Tumblr, we’ve been working hard on reorganizing how we work in a bid to gain more users. A larger user base means a more sustainable company, and means we get to stick around and do this thing with you all a bit longer. What follows is the strategy we're using to accomplish the goal of user growth. The @labs group has published a bit already, but this is bigger. We’re publishing it publicly for the first time, in an effort to work more transparently with all of you in the Tumblr community. This strategy provides guidance amid limited resources, allowing our teams to focus on specific key areas to ensure Tumblr’s future.
The Diagnosis
In order for Tumblr to grow, we need to fix the core experience that makes Tumblr a useful place for users. The underlying problem is that Tumblr is not easy to use. Historically, we have expected users to curate their feeds and lean into curating their experience. But this expectation introduces friction to the user experience and only serves a small portion of our audience.
Tumblr’s competitive advantage lies in its unique content and vibrant communities. As the forerunner of internet culture, Tumblr encompasses a wide range of interests, such as entertainment, art, gaming, fandom, fashion, and music. People come to Tumblr to immerse themselves in this culture, making it essential for us to ensure a seamless connection between people and content.
To guarantee Tumblr’s continued success, we’ve got to prioritize fostering that seamless connection between people and content. This involves attracting and retaining new users and creators, nurturing their growth, and encouraging frequent engagement with the platform.
Our Guiding Principles
To enhance Tumblr’s usability, we must address these core guiding principles.
Expand the ways new users can discover and sign up for Tumblr.
Provide high-quality content with every app launch.
Facilitate easier user participation in conversations.
Retain and grow our creator base.
Create patterns that encourage users to keep returning to Tumblr.
Improve the platform’s performance, stability, and quality.
Below is a deep dive into each of these principles.
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Tumblr has a “top of the funnel” issue in converting non-users into engaged logged-in users. We also have not invested in industry standard SEO practices to ensure a robust top of the funnel. The referral traffic that we do get from external sources is dispersed across different pages with inconsistent user experiences, which results in a missed opportunity to convert these users into regular Tumblr users. For example, users from search engines often land on pages within the blog network and blog view—where there isn’t much of a reason to sign up.
We need to experiment with logged-out tumblr.com to ensure we are capturing the highest potential conversion rate for visitors into sign-ups and log-ins. We might want to explore showing the potential future user the full breadth of content that Tumblr has to offer on our logged-out pages. We want people to be able to easily understand the potential behind Tumblr without having to navigate multiple tabs and pages to figure it out. Our current logged-out explore page does very little to help users understand “what is Tumblr.” which is a missed opportunity to get people excited about joining the site.
Actions & Next Steps
Improving Tumblr’s search engine optimization (SEO) practices to be in line with industry standards.
Experiment with logged out tumblr.com to achieve the highest conversion rate for sign-ups and log-ins, explore ways for visitors to “get” Tumblr and entice them to sign up.
Principle 2: Provide high-quality content with every app launch.
We need to ensure the highest quality user experience by presenting fresh and relevant content tailored to the user’s diverse interests during each session. If the user has a bad content experience, the fault lies with the product.
The default position should always be that the user does not know how to navigate the application. Additionally, we need to ensure that when people search for content related to their interests, it is easily accessible without any confusing limitations or unexpected roadblocks in their journey.
Being a 15-year-old brand is tough because the brand carries the baggage of a person’s preconceived impressions of Tumblr. On average, a user only sees 25 posts per session, so the first 25 posts have to convey the value of Tumblr: it is a vibrant community with lots of untapped potential. We never want to leave the user believing that Tumblr is a place that is stale and not relevant.
Actions & Next Steps
Deliver great content each time the app is opened.
Make it easier for users to understand where the vibrant communities on Tumblr are.
Improve our algorithmic ranking capabilities across all feeds.
Principle 3: Facilitate easier user participation in conversations.
Part of Tumblr’s charm lies in its capacity to showcase the evolution of conversations and the clever remarks found within reblog chains and replies. Engaging in these discussions should be enjoyable and effortless.
Unfortunately, the current way that conversations work on Tumblr across replies and reblogs is confusing for new users. The limitations around engaging with individual reblogs, replies only applying to the original post, and the inability to easily follow threaded conversations make it difficult for users to join the conversation.
Actions & Next Steps
Address the confusion within replies and reblogs.
Improve the conversational posting features around replies and reblogs.
Allow engagements on individual replies and reblogs.
Make it easier for users to follow the various conversation paths within a reblog thread.
Remove clutter in the conversation by collapsing reblog threads.
Explore the feasibility of removing duplicate reblogs within a user’s Following feed.
Principle 4: Retain and grow our creator base.
Creators are essential to the Tumblr community. However, we haven’t always had a consistent and coordinated effort around retaining, nurturing, and growing our creator base.
Being a new creator on Tumblr can be intimidating, with a high likelihood of leaving or disappointment upon sharing creations without receiving engagement or feedback. We need to ensure that we have the expected creator tools and foster the rewarding feedback loops that keep creators around and enable them to thrive.
The lack of feedback stems from the outdated decision to only show content from followed blogs on the main dashboard feed (“Following”), perpetuating a cycle where popular blogs continue to gain more visibility at the expense of helping new creators. To address this, we need to prioritize supporting and nurturing the growth of new creators on the platform.
It is also imperative that creators, like everyone on Tumblr, feel safe and in control of their experience. Whether it be an ask from the community or engagement on a post, being successful on Tumblr should never feel like a punishing experience.
Actions & Next Steps
Get creators’ new content in front of people who are interested in it.
Improve the feedback loop for creators, incentivizing them to continue posting.
Build mechanisms to protect creators from being spammed by notifications when they go viral.
Expand ways to co-create content, such as by adding the capability to embed Tumblr links in posts.
Principle 5: Create patterns that encourage users to keep returning to Tumblr.
Push notifications and emails are essential tools to increase user engagement, improve user retention, and facilitate content discovery. Our strategy of reaching out to you, the user, should be well-coordinated across product, commercial, and marketing teams.
Our messaging strategy needs to be personalized and adapt to a user’s shifting interests. Our messages should keep users in the know on the latest activity in their community, as well as keeping Tumblr top of mind as the place to go for witty takes and remixes of the latest shows and real-life events.
Most importantly, our messages should be thoughtful and should never come across as spammy.
Actions & Next Steps
Conduct an audit of our messaging strategy.
Address the issue of notifications getting too noisy; throttle, collapse or mute notifications where necessary.
Identify opportunities for personalization within our email messages.
Test what the right daily push notification limit is.
Send emails when a user has push notifications switched off.
Principle 6: Performance, stability and quality.
The stability and performance of our mobile apps have declined. There is a large backlog of production issues, with more bugs created than resolved over the last 300 days. If this continues, roughly one new unresolved production issue will be created every two days. Apps and backend systems that work well and don't crash are the foundation of a great Tumblr experience. Improving performance, stability, and quality will help us achieve sustainable operations for Tumblr.
Improve performance and stability: deliver crash-free, responsive, and fast-loading apps on Android, iOS, and web.
Improve quality: deliver the highest quality Tumblr experience to our users.
Move faster: provide APIs and services to unblock core product initiatives and launch new features coming out of Labs.
Conclusion
Our mission has always been to empower the world’s creators. We are wholly committed to ensuring Tumblr evolves in a way that supports our current users while improving areas that attract new creators, artists, and users. You deserve a digital home that works for you. You deserve the best tools and features to connect with your communities on a platform that prioritizes the easy discoverability of high-quality content. This is an invigorating time for Tumblr, and we couldn’t be more excited about our current strategy.
Isnt this just the same as the 'in your orbit' function that everyone turned off because thats not what we want? I hated that so much, i was close to leaving because suddenly i couldn't see anything from people/tags i followed. It was allstrang blogs i dont know from adam posting vague fandom shit that i wasnt interested in.
Seriously tumblr stop trying to push people out of their comfort zones and force us to explore. We arent here to explor new shit, e are here toindulg our latest hyper fixations. Let me decide who and what i see on my dash. Its a simple bloody concept that's probably the most important foundation of this site. The user being incontrol of the content they see and interact with. If you take that away, then you are no longer a blog site of creative individuals seeking niche alternative creators, or fandom communities. You just become another commercialised site pushing agendas onto its users.
If anyone actually phones me without someone either dead or dying, your instantly become dead to me. Idc you call me i will block your ass. Text me mother fucker, text or face time.
pairing : anakin skywalker x f!reader; mentions of anakin skywalker x padme amidala and f!reader x gn!oc | wc : 5.9k | 18+MINORS DNI
summary : vader never planned to love again, and you never thought he could
warnings : angst and smut, toxic relationships, possessiveness, threats of violence/murder, semi public sex, clothed sex, size difference, degradation and praise, improper use of the force, a bit of dacryphillia.
a/n : this was a passion project and its also my first ever fic and its probably shit. ive also never written smut before so pray for me <3
Palpatine had heard of your family's alliance with the rebels before Vader ever met you. At the Emperor’s request, the Death Star approached Karlinus, and Vader came to your planet. You had been working at your family’s tea shop when the dark lord entered. Immediately, there was a chill in the air. As a poor family, you did not know much about the Jedi or the Senate, and you had no options to do so after the empire took hold. So your life had to continue, working with your family at a tea shop.
At the moment you recognized that it was Darth Vader who had come into your family’s tea shop, he was already looking down at you, carefully taking in your features. Though you weren’t identical, the way you moved, the way you carried yourself, the way you treated others. It all reminded him of Padmè. With a light twist of his hand, he sent customers and your family to the wall, the tables, and tea cups shattering against the wall, and you stood in fear, shaking from the presence of the Imperial enforcer.
You watched, frozen, but unsure if it was fear or the force keeping you still as Vader took deliberate steps from the doorway to stand before you, barely a step away. Carefully, he lifted his hand to your cheek, touching where a stray piece of porcelain had cut your cheek and you flinched instinctively. He smeared the blood across your cheek as he looked down at you through the gaze of his red lenses, watching as you sucked in a breath, relishing as he used the force to hear how your body reacted. Vader smiled as he heard your breathing pick up and your heart race before he pulled back slightly, taking off his helmet to show his face.
You took in the details of his face, but when you tried to look into his yellow eyes, the feeling was so unnerving you had to look away. As you looked at him, you realized how attractive Vader truly was. His messy, curly-wavy shoulder-length brown hair, tanned skin, and the long scar across his right eye. He had a broad athletic build and was muscular, and in his suit, you barely reached his shoulders. He had a well-defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. For a moment, you felt like you were looking at an actor from a holodrama, not a Sith Lord.
“Name," Vader said coldly, and you looked away from fear that you would be punished for staring. But you couldn't avoid his gaze as he suddenly grabbed you by your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks, and his gaze intensely focused on you.
“Y/N…" You said breathlessly, trying not to say anything from his harsh grip on you. He stared a moment longer before he nodded. His hand moved to move away stray strands of hair from your face. Vader’s glare was hot and made you want to squirm, but in his mind, he was imagining a new life for you.
“Salomé," Vader said flatly as he grabbed your arm. “That is what you will be called now. You are Salomé Amidala.” He said before he shoved you towards the clones that accompanied him.
Palpatine had heard of your family's alliance with the rebels before Vader ever met you. At the Emperor’s request, the Death Star approached Karlinus, and Vader came to your planet. You had been working at your family’s tea shop when the dark lord entered. Immediately, there was a chill in the air. As a poor family, you did not know much about the Jedi or the Senate, and you had no options to do so after the empire took hold. So your life had to continue, working with your family at a tea shop.
At the moment you recognized that it was Darth Vader who had come into your family’s tea shop, he was already looking down at you, carefully taking in your features. Though you weren’t identical, the way you moved, the way you carried yourself, the way you treated others. It all reminded him of Padmè. With a light twist of his hand, he sent customers and your family to the wall, the tables, and tea cups shattering against the wall, and you stood in fear, shaking from the presence of the Imperial enforcer.
You watched, frozen, but unsure if it was fear or the force keeping you still as Vader took deliberate steps from the doorway to stand before you, barely a step away. Carefully, he lifted his hand to your cheek, touching where a stray piece of porcelain had cut your cheek and you flinched instinctively. He smeared the blood across your cheek as he looked down at you through the gaze of his red lenses, watching as you sucked in a breath, relishing as he used the force to hear how your body reacted. Vader smiled as he heard your breathing pick up and your heart race before he pulled back slightly, taking off his helmet to show his face.
You took in the details of his face, but when you tried to look into his yellow eyes, the feeling was so unnerving you had to look away. As you looked at him, you realized how attractive Vader truly was. His messy, curly-wavy shoulder-length brown hair, tanned skin, and the long scar across his right eye. He had a broad athletic build and was muscular, and in his suit, you barely reached his shoulders. He had a well-defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. For a moment, you felt like you were looking at an actor from a holodrama, not a Sith Lord.
“Name," Vader said coldly, and you looked away from fear that you would be punished for staring. But you couldn't avoid his gaze as he suddenly grabbed you by your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks, and his gaze intensely focused on you.
“Y/N…" You said breathlessly, trying not to say anything from his harsh grip on you. He stared a moment longer before he nodded. His hand moved to move away stray strands of hair from your face. Vader’s glare was hot and made you want to squirm, but in his mind, he was imagining a new life for you.
“Salomé," Vader said flatly as he grabbed your arm. “That is what you will be called now. You are Salomé Amidala.” He said before he shoved you towards the clones that accompanied him.
Palpatine had heard of your family's alliance with the rebels before Vader ever met you. At the Emperor’s request, the Death Star approached Karlinus, and Vader came to your planet. You had been working at your family’s tea shop when the dark lord entered. Immediately, there was a chill in the air. As a poor family, you did not know much about the Jedi or the Senate, and you had no options to do so after the empire took hold. So your life had to continue, working with your family at a tea shop.
At the moment you recognized that it was Darth Vader who had come into your family’s tea shop, he was already looking down at you, carefully taking in your features. Though you weren’t identical, the way you moved, the way you carried yourself, the way you treated others. It all reminded him of Padmè. With a light twist of his hand, he sent customers and your family to the wall, the tables, and tea cups shattering against the wall, and you stood in fear, shaking from the presence of the Imperial enforcer.
You watched, frozen, but unsure if it was fear or the force keeping you still as Vader took deliberate steps from the doorway to stand before you, barely a step away. Carefully, he lifted his hand to your cheek, touching where a stray piece of porcelain had cut your cheek and you flinched instinctively. He smeared the blood across your cheek as he looked down at you through the gaze of his red lenses, watching as you sucked in a breath, relishing as he used the force to hear how your body reacted. Vader smiled as he heard your breathing pick up and your heart race before he pulled back slightly, taking off his helmet to show his face.
You took in the details of his face, but when you tried to look into his yellow eyes, the feeling was so unnerving you had to look away. As you looked at him, you realized how attractive Vader truly was. His messy, curly-wavy shoulder-length brown hair, tanned skin, and the long scar across his right eye. He had a broad athletic build and was muscular, and in his suit, you barely reached his shoulders. He had a well-defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. For a moment, you felt like you were looking at an actor from a holodrama, not a Sith Lord.
“Name," Vader said coldly, and you looked away from fear that you would be punished for staring. But you couldn't avoid his gaze as he suddenly grabbed you by your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks, and his gaze intensely focused on you.
“Y/N…" You said breathlessly, trying not to say anything from his harsh grip on you. He stared a moment longer before he nodded. His hand moved to move away stray strands of hair from your face. Vader’s glare was hot and made you want to squirm, but in his mind, he was imagining a new life for you.
“Salomé," Vader said flatly as he grabbed your arm. “That is what you will be called now. You are Salomé Amidala.” He said before he shoved you towards the clones that accompanied him.
After you were taken, your parents turned their backs on the rebels, aligning themselves with the Empire in the hopes that they would see you again. But, Vader never allowed them, he never let his new bride out of his sight. It was a message to the rebels, that hope stood no place in this galaxy.
Darth Vader sits on his throne in his Imperial Fortress on Mustafar. The room is lit carefully to intimidate his visitors and advisors. Without looking, you know what he looks like. After nearly 6 months of marriage, you knew him as well as you knew yourself, though he hadn’t put in the same effort for you. You know the way the slight breeze from the fan hits his face and makes him blink more, how his hair is pushed back by this breeze, showing off scars on his cheeks and over his right eye, and you know he has never smiled, not even the day he married you.
You stay still, weighed down by the traditional Nabooian clothes, headpieces and face paint you are made to wear. The black silk gown had red embroidered motifs with a potolli fur trim. The bottom of the dress wide skirt was decorated with red kyber crystals. You fiddled with a piece of the headpiece that reached your hand. Two frame faces sit on either side of your headpiece as various red jewels fall on silver chains, from the top of your head and down your back.
As Vader deals with meeting after meeting, request after request, he does not acknowledge you as you sit by his side, and you stay silent, not wishing to upset him. As an old advisor drones on and on, only every few moments, he pauses to look at you a bit better.
There were whispers across the galaxy, ones your handmaidens told you as they readied you in the morning. That the people had begun to believe that Padmé Amidala lived, that the sith had found a way to bring life back to the dead. Everyone thought Padmé was back, but she wasn’t. And Vader did not love you like he loved her, he couldn't. He had reminded you enough, you may be his bride but he will always love her and not you.
As you start to pay attention to the meeting again, you listen to Vader rebuking the advisor – what was his name again? Bevinorr? Apprai? It hardly mattered, you never had to speak before and you’re sure that the day you will speak, you will meet Padmé Amidala for yourself– when something catches your attention.
"It seems, Sabitho, that you suffer from a severe lack of awareness," Vader's voice rumbles, his tone laced with a barely contained anger. "This is not Padmé Amidala you address, but my wife, Salomé. Address her correctly. Failure to do so will have consequences."
The advisor stammers, realizing his mistake, and quickly corrects himself. "Apologies, my Lord Vader. I meant no disrespect."
"See that it doesn't happen again," Vader warns, his voice filled with a dark warning. He turns his attention back to the advisor, his presence demanding absolute obedience. As you observe the interaction, feeling a mixture of gratitude and unease towards Vader's protection. It is a constant reminder that you are only a substitute for the woman he truly loves.
In Vader’s mind, that is all you were supposed to be only a replacement for what he had lost. You were not meant to be more than someone to keep him from being alone. So he didn’t let you get close. You were restricted to your own bed chamber on the opposite side of his own on the Fortress, he didn’t spend more time with you than needed, and he reminded himself of her every day.
Padmé. You would never be Padmé. You could never so completely own Vader’s heart as Padmé owned Anakin. You could not bring out anything else from him, not when he had already scooped out his whole being, gave her all of the good that could come out of him. And the good that Padmé so desperately believed was still inside of him? He scoured it the moment he learned he had killed her.
Anakin and Padmé were both dead, they died together on Mustafar with his dreams of a family, the lightness in him snuffed out because of his rage. He deserved to be alone and suffer, and yet… he couldn’t. Palpatine had forced him to take a bride, to get control of the family of rebel scum that left him with you. It had caused many on your home planet to surrender to the Empire and end their resistance. A victory by any means.
He can’t love. He is sure of it. What he did to his wife, the mother of his children, to Padmé is the proof alone. Then why was it that he felt that twinge in his chest after he would be particularly cruel to his Salomé? The first month, all she did was cry in her chamber and refuse to obey orders. It only served to infuriate him them. So he tried to be gentler to get her obedience. And when he did, she listened.
Some nights, she would still cry and he could sense it in the force. But most nights, she thought of a man, someone other than him. The only time he could sense any happiness, was at the thought of someone who wasn’t him. And thats when he felt the sinking feeling, one he felt when Rush Clovis and Padmé were alone together. So he spoiled Salomé, she was his after all. She should only think of him, he has brought her a life that she would have never lived if not for him. Salomé was his. She only needed to accept it.
Meeting after meeting comes and goes, and he continues to work. You take the time to think back to Karlinus, and the ones you left behind. One face comes first, before your parents and friends… Gracies Gras. Just thinking of them reminds you of the time you spent together; walking in the woods behind your houses, them gifting you silk dresses that you had eyed during trips to the city, and imagining a future together.
As your mind drifts to Gracies, a tear slips from your eye, streaking the white face paint on you and landing at the corner of your mouth. Your hand traces a small metal bracelet you wear, it held a small hologram of Gracies that you would speak to at night and it was programmed to respond. It was the only comfort you had and you were lucky not to lose it when Vader took you.
“We will rule the galaxy, as husband and wife.” Vader finally speaks, his gloved thumb wiping the tear from your mouth. You turn to face him, startled by his sudden interest in speaking to you and look around, realizing you two are alone in the room.
Darth Vader knows full well that you never wanted this life and he is well aware that you are in love with someone else. He hates this for so many reasons - the forming love he has for you, his jealousy and disdain for the other man, but most importantly because he never wanted to rule the galaxy. That was Palpatine’s goal. He would have been perfectly happy to just keep his new bride and destroy Palpatine if he had the opportunity. The Emperor had tricked him.
You stay silent for a moment, only nodding absently as to not upset him, but then you feel anger start to bubble up inside you. In all this time, you weren’t treated like a person, but rather a doll. Put in elaborate outfits each day and paraded around to show that Vader is not alone.
“You have forced this life upon me. I should working in my family’s tea shop on Karlinus, and marrying someone I love.” You slowly begin to speak, starting quietly, before you start to get more confident as you continue.
“I see, and who is this man you love?” Vader speaks, his tone threatening and he begins to grip the armrests of his chair tightly.
“He is a good man. A man who cares for me and others.” You respond defensively and avoiding his gaze.
“You do not think I care for you?” His voice threatens to break and his eyes narrow. The very thought that you could even think this sets him fuming. Despite his anger though he keeps his voice calm and even. When you don’t answer immediately, you feel your arm being grabbed and turned roughly to look at him. He stares at you intensely, his eyes boring holes into your very being. He looks as if he has no other thought in his mind beyond making his point of what he’s saying. You have no choice, you have to look into his eyes. He is completely unmoving and completely still. The rage inside him however is growing and threatening to break every second. How dare you even think that to be true. How dare you even have the audacity.
“I am the most powerful force user in the galaxy. No one can stand up to me. I am a Lord. A Lord of the Sith. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire. Do you not understand the power that I wield? And I care for you and only you.” This is as close to passionate and emotional as Darth Vader will ever get. He is making a point. You will not disrespect him. You. Will. Not.
“Let go of me.” You whisper helplessly, trying to tug your arm away from him. Vader’s words were one thing, but he never showed you love. And even if he did, you couldn’t trust him.
“Then perhaps you should leave, and go back to whoever you love.” Vader lets go of your arm and his expression becomes calm and stoic again, though his words still hold that edge that you’ve come to recognize that means he’s about to snap.
Vader stands up and takes a step towards you, towering over your very being. He leans down and puts his face right up close to yours, his breath warm as he whispers.
“Prove it. Prove that you mean what you say. Leave this place. Leave me. Leave this entire empire. Leave and go to him. If you truly want to leave, and truly love him, go try. You can leave at any time. Leave, but know I will be coming for you, and when I find you I will keep you. I will put you in your place. I will kill him. I will take you. You will be mine. I will not let you go. Is that understood?”
You’re silent, partially from shock and partially from your own anger. As you stare at him, he stares back and as he opens his mouth to repeat himself, you speak.
“I understand.”
Vader doesn’t react. For a moment, you think you’ve finally gotten to him, but he doesn’t even move. It’s as though this never even happened. He stares blankly at you with cold, black eyes, and slowly walks away, his form already fading out of the door before you can even react.
Over the next few days, you make your plans to leave carefully. You find a handmaiden that looks the most like you and help her learn to speak like you, act like you, and walk like you. After a few more days of practice, you manage to assemble a disguise and kit to stow away with onto a starfighter that you have been learning to fly.
At the same time, Vader already knows of your plans and has steps in place so he can follow you if and when you escape. He slowly walks from his meeting to his meditation chamber. He enters, and without even an ounce of hesitation, he sits down, and he begins to meditate. He allows himself to clear his mind, until all that is left is his connection with the Force.
Let me hear her voice. Let me hear her voice one more time. Vader whispers to himself, before closing his eyes and beginning deep breathing. As always, an image of Salomé flashes through his mind. Her eyes, her face, her smile, all of it is as clear as ever to him. He breaks his meditation, opening his eyes. A small smile crosses his lips, the first expression he has had in a long, long while. He gestures towards the door, and in an instant it slides open. He stares at you as you attempt to sneak by in your disguise, and his face is once again stoic.
You stare back, the hood of your cloak falling and you realize your error. As you start to back away, Vader is already standing and walking to you and in a heartbeat, he pulls you towards him and holds you in his arms, refusing to let you go.
“I will never love you.” You whisper helplessly, all of your attempts to get out of his grip failing. Vader lets out a laugh, but only for a brief moment. He keeps you close to him, and seems to draw confidence from being by your side. He holds you in his arms, his face inches from yours.
“Oh, but you will. You will. In time, Salomé, you will love me. And when you do, everything else will become so much easier. I will protect you. I will always be by your side.” Vader whispers to you, and in his voice is so much confidence and resolve. He pulls you closer to him, just as determined to prove you wrong. And as you stand there, the only two people in the room, you can feel the air slowly grow colder around you, as if the Force is growing stronger with every passing second.
“I will see to it that you won’t have any other option but to love me. And when you do, everything else will fall into place.” He whispers, his voice filled with a confidence that you are starting to find yourself slowly but surely starting to believe.
“Love should be given freely. That wouldn't be love” You whisper, your heart racing from the stress of the situation, you try to push at his chest and he lets you this time. He looks down at you and holds your arm to keep you in place
A small hint of annoyance creeps into his voice now, just a tiny little crack in the mask of stoicism holding everything together. “Oh, no, it is absolutely love.” You’ve never heard him sound this stern before, as if he’s somehow insulted by what you’ve just said. “You’ll see. You won’t believe what I am capable of, but I can and I will make you love me. I will find a way. You will love and adore me by your own doing, of that I can assure you.”
Your mind drifts away to Gracies for a moment and you realize your mistake when Vader smirks down at you. Slowly, he dips his head down to you and whispers into your ear. “Go on, Abbie, tell me. Tell me who he is. Tell me who you love more than your own husband.” The Force around them seems to be crackling now.
“If I tell you, you’ll kill him.” You whisper in horror and this does not seem to faze him in the slightest. Instead, he only grows more determined, more resolved to do what he has set his mind to.
“Oh no, Salomé. This is a necessary sacrifice. I need to know.” Vader leans in even closer, his voice even quieter, as if only you and him can hear each other, as if the world is holding its breath. “So go on, Abbie. Tell me.” He whispers, a strange mixture of anticipation, confidence, and fear in this voice. He laughs slightly, and he grabs your chin and forces your head to look up at him.
You stay silent, hoping it will help. You carefully back away to try and run until you hit a wall and Vader moves with you, his hands caging you in. You can hear his breath on your ear and you screw your eyes shut. “Oh, you can’t run from me this time. I’ve got you.”
“Salomé. Tell me. Tell me, I need to know.” His voice sounds more pleading now, that hint of fear creeping back into it. He stares at you, the Force around you still crackling with power. And then, he leans in even closer, until you are practically touching noses.
“Tell. Me. Now. Y/N.” He whispers to you, the words sounding so much softer, so much more vulnerable than they usually do. Your eyes open as you hear your name for the first time in months. You hold his gaze as one of his gloved hands trail down your arm, stopping at your metal bracelet.
“Y-you called me by my name.” You whisper and Vader nods before he slips off your bracelet and takes it in his hands. As soon as he does, you try to take it back and he uses the force to press you to the wall. He knows, you think to yourself, he knows and I just confirmed it.
“This bracelet? This bracelet is the key. The key to it all.” His eyes meet yours, you know he’s right. He leans in so close again, until you feel his lips on your cheek, and you feel that same strange mixture of emotions in his eyes again. You try to struggle but you cant and watch on helplessly.
“I’m sorry, Abbie. I have to. For your own good.” He whispers, his voice once again filled with that soft, pleading, and vulnerable sound. “And besides, we both know I’m not a patient man. I will not wait for you to change your mind. I will not be denied.” His voice starts to shake a little a little as he fights to keep it down.
“If you hurt them, I will never love you.” You whisper angrily. He stares at you for a moment, before finally cracking into a faint smile. He lets out a small chuckle, and leans in even closer to you, until you are almost touching. His smile grows wider, a mix of confidence, determination, and excitement in it.
“Oh, but I think you will. I will find a way. I will find a way to make you love me, and I won’t stop until I do. You’ll see.” He whispers to you. There’s just the faintest hint of coldness in his voice.
He walks up to you, until he is practically touching you, and his face is inches from yours. You try not to look away, not to show that you’re scared. You want to remain defiant, to not let this monster see any sign of weakness. And yet, it’s not working. All that he can see now is your fear, and it seems to delight him.
He stares at you for a long moment. The moment stretches on, and you feel the Force building around you like a pressure cooker about to explode. And then, he does something that catches you completely off guard: he kisses you, a sudden, angry, passionate kiss, that fills you with rage, rage that you feel building inside you, and suddenly you feel like you could blow up the whole room. He breaks the kiss, and for a moment seems surprised at himself too, before that coldness comes back into his gaze, and he speaks, his voice still ice cold.
You look away, a tear rolling down your face and messing creating a streak of your makeup. There is a weird conflict in your heart, to trust Vader’s love for you or to hope to return to Gracies. Until now, you felt trapped but you never felt so conflicted. He was your husband, and you were his wife, you never even gave him a chance.
His coldness turns soft for a moment as he leans in again and softly pushes your hair down your face, so that it covers your makeup and hides the tear. In a move that surprises you again, he brushes a soft, gentle kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.” His voice sounds so soft and kind, only you know it isn’t like him at all. He leans in again, but this time he doesn’t kiss you, and instead whispers so that only you can hear.
“Please forgive me. This, Y/N, is real. I love you.” He whispers, and you feel something in your heart stur. The same wonder you had when you first saw him, and you look at his face. He lowers his head again and kisses your jawline, his eyes shut as he lets out a shaky breath. “Please?” He asks, leaning lower to place kisses to your neck and shoulder.
You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to focus but his gentle kisses and soft bites stop your ability to think clearly. “Vader.” You whisper softly, your hands sliding up his back and tangling themselves in his hair. He lets out a content sigh as he presses you against the wall with a bit more force, his hands moving from your hips up to your waist as he tilts his head up to kiss you again.
Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and his gloved hands slide your cloak off your shoulders and he pulls back to look at you. His brows furrow as he notices you aren’t wearing one of the gowns he had made for you and are just in a basic dress. “I suppose you really did mean to run away.”
“I did.”
“You did. Have you changed your mind?”
Your face heats up and before you can speak, he kisses you again, his hands undoing the back of your dress and tugging it down impatiently. Once the dress slides down, he lifts you off the ground slightly to kick it away with your bracelet before setting you down again. He kneels down before you, his face in line with your navel and he leans up, one of his large hands palming at one of your breasts while his lips find the other. He shuts his eyes as he gives your nipple messy open mouth kisses and you let out a moan, letting your head fall back against he hallway’s wall.
“Do you forgive me?” He mumbles against your breast, placing light kisses between soft nips. Before you can answer, he moves to your other breast and repeats his previous ministrations. You let out soft moans and your hands were tugging at his hair, making him groan against you. You were cautious not to be too loud, not wanting to draw attention from any clones. “I need you to forgive me. I love you.” He whispers, his hands gently massaging their way up from your calves to your thighs.
“I for-forgive you.” You whisper, you open your eyes to look down at him. Your hands were still tugging at his hair and he looks up to you with an almost dazed look in his eyes. His brows furrow when he notices how quiet you are trying to be before he kisses your stomach softly, he slides off his gloves, reveling one flesh arm and one cybernetic arm.
“Good, now tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He murmurs, slipping his flesh hand between your legs, a finger tracing your slit and gathering your growing arousal. “Tell me and I’ll make you feel better.”
“I feel really good.” You whisper, your hips bucking slightly searching for more and Vader tisks.
“Louder.” He says, before he dips his head and bites at one of your thighs. Vader’s hand still ghosting over your core and smirks as you drip onto his hand. “I can feel how wet you are, you cant deny it, whore.” He murmurs, dragging his lips against your thigh.
“I need you. I’m aching and I’m empty and I need you.” You say breathlessly, louder than before and as you try to grind down onto his hand, he uses the force to stop you. He smirks and slides a finger into you, watching as your breathing picks up and he sets a steady pace. Suddenly, he stands up again and uses the force to hold you up to the wall at his eye level.
You let out a gasp as Vader picks up his speed and presses against you, his lips settling on your collarbones, sucking and biting at them as he slides in a second finger. “If you need me so much, then you wont mind if I speed this up. A good whore would take it. And thats all you are, begging for me so desperately.” He murmurs against your chest, resting his head against it as he starts to rut against your leg to match his movements.
You steady your breath, looking at him before you try to take off his cape, or his armor, something to see him better and he kisses you passionately instead, pushing his tongue past your lips and practically swallowing your moans whole. “What do you think you’re doing, little one?” He whispers against the corner of your lips, his eyes shut as he waits.
“Wanted to see you.” You whisper back, and Vader smirks, adding a third finger and keeping up his fast pace, making you whine. He digs his further a bit more, curling them until he find your spot, and you cry out.
“No need.” Vader whispers as he licks at your lips before pulling you in for another messy kiss. His fingers keep moving with perfect precision and you unravel on him. Vader pulls back enough to hear your moans and watch you as you pant to catch your breath
“Waned touch you.”
“I’m touching you, that’s enough. Don’t be greedy.” He whispers in your ear before he slides his fingers out and licks them clean. He lets out a content sigh before he undoes his pants enough to get himself out and alines himself with your hole. You look at him as he focuses on sliding himself in slowly, groaning at the sensation. As he continues to sheath himself in you, you moan out, holding his shoulders tightly but your hands slip against his armor.
Once he’s fully inside, he pulls you in for another kiss, more gentle this time but still with passion. As he stays still, you try to move and he grabs your hips to stop you.
“Shit- Just give me a minute. I forgot how good this feels.” He groans out, biting at your earlobe. His hands slide up, groping at your body to keep you entertained as he collects himself.
“I need you.” You whine out desperately, trying to kiss him before he beats you to it, biting at your lip as he starts to move slowly, groaning against his lips and sighing.
“So fucking tight. Of course you are, you’re fucking tiny.” He groans into your ear and then picks up his speed. You keep trying to hold onto him, but your hands slip on his armor. Your moans and whines blend with his pants and groan as he hunches over you, licking and biting whatever skin he can reach, his hands bruising in the way he grabs at you.
“Say you're mine, little one. Say that you belong to me.” He groans against your neck, his movements rough and sloppy as he fucks into your hole. Vader bites into you harder than before and when you cry out, he kisses the bite. “You’re soaking my pants, you’re moaning like a little whore in my fortress, you’re mine, say it.”
“Y-yours. I’m yours… my lord.” You answer breathlessly, a tear runs down your face from the pain of his bite and he licks your tear away. Vader kisses the corner of your eyes and smiles against you. Your arms settle around his neck, hugging him to you and he leans in against your ear.
“All mine. You’re so precious. I promise, everyone will want to be you. No one will be as loved as you are Y/N. My little one.” He whispers his cybernetic arm rubbing harsh circles on your clit and you moan.
“I can’t.” You whisper, feeling your orgasm building up and you screw your eyes shut. Vader smirks and moves his hand faster as he keeps up his brutal pace.
“Show me, little one. Show me how good you feel.” He whispers, nuzzling against your ear as you finally release, hugging him tighter as your moans filled the hallway and a few thrusts later, Vader finishes in you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. As you both catch your breath, he carefully wraps you into your cloak and tucks his member back in his pants, and kisses your forehead.
“Do you love me now, Y/N.” He whispers, his lips still resting on your forehead.
“I-” You start, your mind a mess from everything that has just happened.
Holy fuck.... holy fuck! This? This is my cup of tea! I absolutely adore undercooked vader fics where he is so unapologetically dark and obsessive! You got him on point! Love love loved this! 🔥🔥🔥
aren’t there 5 chapters to the man’s false god fic?
Yes there is, i post on my seperate writing blog now to make things easier for myself 😅😅 here is the link to my masterlist with the updated chapters on there. It has chapters 1-5 linked in order.
You can call me the Entitle Karen of the Cavill fandom, I don't care. This is MY BLOG and I'm allowed to share my opinions, just like you're allowed to share yours on your own blog. If I need to vent my frustration about how I see thing with Henry and his relationship to fans, etc, I'm allowed to do it on my own blog. So, before you reblog, comment or send anon dms to my blog, complaining about "Why do you care about this 🙄" think why YOU care what I care about? I never send hate to his "brilliant girlfriend", him or anyone for the matter, I just share my opinions on my own blog, so technically I doing nothing wrong and I'm not harassing her or anyone. Just block me and move on with your day. If you try to act superior because you like Natalie or act like you like it or don't care about his personal life and try to "teach me manners" like I was a child, that's not going to change my opinion on the manner; I just going to feel censored and gaslighted.
Have a lovely day.
If you're a Natalie stan, you should go to be a good little warrior to another site because I doubt she'll see you defending her on my blog 🤷♀️
Fuck me is this crap still happening? Demi my love i am so sorry your haveing to deal with these keyboard warrior stan fuck bags. Seriously how many times we gotta remind people of the block button? Are you all blind? or just thick as shit and twice as lumpy?
Jesus christ if someone doesnt agree with you block,move on find your crowd you know?
Could smell this type of bullshit comming from months back. As soon as Natalie stans started flooding the platform and effectively tried to 'purge' the writers and anyone with a critical veiw.
Honestly i am quite glad i left the fandom when i did shit got toxic real quick.
