if you have time I’m requesting ❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜ with Anakin please! No rush though!
— STARLIGHT & FIRE *
pairing: dark!anakin skywalker/force sensitive!reader
word count— 902
an— 'I' is the same one as the last anakin request I did! It's now a rots au, because it's still pre-crispy anakin but he's Vader now?? No suit? Yeah that's it, no suit!vader anyway, have some comedic angst thing! also featuring murder castle on mustafar but make it domestic because who doesn't love some force-sensitive sass in their darkside romance?? (slight nsfw warning for implied fingering)
He wouldn't tell me why he decided to build his castle on the deadliest planet. Outside? Lava with barely breathable air, rivers of molten rock that cast an eternal red glow through the reinforced transparisteel windows. Sometimes I wondered if he chose Mustafar to remind himself of something he wouldn't speak of.
I was waiting for Anakin. Had been for hours in the sleeping chambers, watching shadows dance across walls of polished obsidian that seemed to absorb both light and sound. The air hummed with power here—whether from the planet's core or from the dark energy that saturated every corner of our fortress, I was never quite sure.
Palpatine had ordered multiple bedroom chambers built that we 'swore to use'. The Emperor looked strangely upon the relationship we had. He only wanted Anakin to turn, he wasn't expecting the padawan that had signs of being able to memory walk—a rare gift that let me slip through the cracks of others' minds like smoke through fingers. Sometimes the things I saw there made me understand why he chose a planet of fire. We didn't last long with multiple walls separating us. The Force had other plans.
My supernova was preoccupied in the interrogation chambers, where the Fourth Sister had let a Jedi slip out of her grasp. My lip curled at the thought as I closed my eyes. Finding Anakin's dark signature was as easy as breathing—it blazed through the Force like a star gone nova, beautiful and deadly. I nudged his subconscious while he Force-choked the Fourth Sister until a crack echoed throughout the chamber, the sound carrying even through the castle's thick walls.
The massive doors slid open with a pneumatic hiss, and I felt his presence before I saw him—that familiar storm of power and darkness that made the air thick with electricity. His eyes found me immediately, molten gold burning against the volcanic glass walls of our chambers, his black robes still swirling from his purposeful stride.
Those eyes narrowed slightly as they took in what I was wearing.
"Is that my robe?" The question came out rough, dangerous, echoing off the high ceilings.
I glanced down at the black silk that definitely hadn't come from my own wardrobe. "The temperature regulators are acting up again. Something about the volcanic atmosphere corroding the circuitry." I shifted on our bed, the sheets of Naboo silk rustling beneath me. "Besides, yours was closer.
"Was it?" He stalked closer, power rolling off him in waves that made the very air vibrate. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he noticed the way the robe slid off one shoulder. "And you just... helped yourself?”
"Well," I drawled, feeling the darkness in me rise to meet his, "I could have just stayed as I was..."
His eyes darkened noticeably, the gold in them nearly swallowed by black. The Force crackled between us like contained lightning. "Let's get you some clothes," he growled, closing the distance between us, "before I get too turned on."
I felt his desire spark through our bond, hot as the lava rivers that flowed beneath the castle. "That would be the responsible thing to do," I agreed, making no move to get up. "Very... Emperor-approved."
"The Emperor," he said, knee hitting the bed as he leaned over me, "isn't here." His hand found my exposed shoulder, fever-warm against my skin. The leather of his glove creaked as his other hand fisted in the sheets beside my head. "And you know exactly what you're doing, little witch."
The Force surged around us, dark and hungry, as he pressed me back against the sheets. Outside, lava flowed like arteries around our fortress of black stone and darker purposes, but none of it mattered. The Emperor's separate chambers could burn for all I cared. This—us—had always been inevitable, from the moment we chose power over light.
His mouth found mine, and the darkness sang. And if sometimes, in moments like these, I caught glimpses of blue behind the gold in his eyes, well—some secrets were worth keeping, even from ourselves.
"You're thinking too loud," he murmured against my throat, teeth grazing my pulse point. "I can feel you analyzing."
"Professional hazard," I gasped as his hand slid lower. "Memory walker, remember?"
He pulled back just enough to fix me with that molten gaze. "And what memories are you walking through right now, little witch?"
"Just wondering," I managed as his gloved hand traced patterns on my thigh, "if the Emperor's going to send another strongly worded message about 'maintaining separate quarters for appearance's sake.'"
A dark laugh rumbled through his chest. "Let him. I'm not the one who keeps stealing robes."
"No," I agreed, tugging him closer by his collar, "you're just the one who keeps conveniently leaving them in my reach."
The Force rippled with his amusement and something darker, hungrier. "Caught that, did you?"
"I catch everything, Lord Vader." I emphasized his title with just enough sass to make his eyes flash. "Including the fact that you absolutely murdered those temperature regulators yourself."
Instead of answering, he captured my mouth again in a kiss that tasted of fire and promises we'd never speak aloud. The darkness swirled around us like a caress, and I decided the Emperor's opinion could burn just like everything else on this forsaken planet.
We had better things to destroy than temperature regulators, anyway.
