#clone vader

[reveriewings]

AU fic about Obi Wan finding out Vader Anakin is a clone after rescuing the real Anakin in Fortress Inquisitorius (while looking for Leia). Fluff, angst, humor and headaches...I mean family fun follow.

Waiting For the Light - Chapter 10 - Reveriewings - Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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New update! Enjoy fluff between Anakin and Leia and Obi Wan with a dash of Hondo thrown in :)

[ilonga]

angstpril day 15

prompt: “They’re dead.”

ao3

"They're dead, you know." the Chancellor—no, Sidious—says as he enters the cell, switching the ray shield on behind him. "All of them. Your wife, your child, your Master, your padawan—I could have helped you save them. And now they're all gone."

Anakin doesn't look up. He doesn't want to give the man the satisfaction. 

"I hope you're happy with your decisions, Anakin." 

He can't take it anymore—he snaps his head up with an icy glare. "You're the reason they're dead."

"No. I acted on the will of the Senate. And as for the acts themselves, well. I killed none of them. It was your precious legion that did the deed. Childbirth that was to blame, for your wife. And Commander Cody who handled your dear late Master. I only did what had to be done to save the galaxy." He moves closer and Anakin scrambles backwards. This is the man who wanted him as his apprentice, as his slave—who manipulated him for ten years and cloned him when he decided that the rest of it wasn't enough—

It makes little difference. Sidious runs a hand over his cheek and Anakin wants to puke at the mockery of affection. "My dear boy," he says softly. "I trust you will make the right decision eventually."

And sick as it makes him feel, Anakin can't help but be slightly grateful that today is one of those days, where Sidious is playing pretend at being the kindly old grandfather figure from so long ago, rather than a day of rage and crackling lightning and holos of clone troopers reporting back successful terminations. Or a day of silence and darkness and no interaction with any living beings, not even a droid.

He'd lean into the contact if it had been coming from anyone but Sidious. Instead he's disgusted and terrified.

Sidious steps back. "Until next time then, my young apprentice."

He leaves Anakin alone in the cell with nothing but his ghosts and the crackling of the ray shield.

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angstpril day 28

prompt: Voices in Your Head

ao3

continuation of day 15

Sooner or later, he's going to have to confront the fact that he's going crazy. 

It's this cell's fault, he thinks. Or maybe it's Sidious's fault. Or the fact that he hasn't seen sunlight for nearly a year, or the fact that there's a clone of him running around and obeying Sidious's every order like a puppet on strings, or the fact that everyone he once knew is dead, and it's all because of him and his useless—

"Anakin," says Obi-wan, standing across from him, hazy and faded like some sort of ghost. Anakin blinks and the image fades away then reappears a second later. "What exactly are you doing?"

Anakin stares at it for a few minutes. This—this is new.

He's heard imagined voices before. But this is the first time he's started seeing things to go with them.

"I'm stuck in a cell," His voice echoes strangely and cracks from misuse. Maybe he should have just stayed silent until the apparition vanished. "I'm not doing anything."

Obi-wan looks pointedly down at his wrists. Anakin follows his gaze and—

Oh. They're bleeding again. He'd been tugging at the cuffs.

He should know better by now. The cuffs don't unlock unless Sidious wants them too. And the force suppressants never, never wear off.

"I didn't realize," he says hoarsely. It takes him a second to realize he's not talking about the cuffs. He's talking about Sidious, his plans, that night in the office when he'd let down his guard because he'd been so stupidly convinced that the Chancellor would never hurt him—

Obi-wan half-hums. "You should have," he says lightly. 

"Yeah," Anakin agrees, looking away. "I should have."

When he glances up again, the apparition has vanished.

He's talking to nothing but empty air.

[ilonga]

absolutely obsessed with your clone!vader au and would love to hear more about it!!

clone!vader!!! aka my first ever star wars fic idea lol

I already have a oneshot set in that verse of mine, old ghosts, and here’s the background I added there:

- It's clone vader - canon divergence is at the scene where palpatine reveals himself as the sith lord in his office--anakin doesn't join him and palpatine uses his contingency plan instead, switching him out with a clone - revenge of the sith proceeds pretty much exactly as canon other than that - anakin has met vader both pre-suit and after the suit, but doesn't know how vader got the injuries - he's under the impression that ahsoka, obi-wan, and all the other jedi died in order 66 - anakin's kept in captivity for several years until he finally escapes - and then he starts joining the rebellion, finds out about the chips, etc

the fic right now is still in outlining/snippets stages, because tbh I think it’d end up becoming a fairly lengthy multi-chap and I’m not quite ready yet to have more than one of those at a time xD

some more details!

- Anakin, like in ROTS, learns that Palpatine is the Sith Lord once Palpatine reveals it to him. However, he remembers what happens with Fives and immediately gets like. really suspicious

- Palpatine, sensing that things might not quite go his way if he lets Anakin go back now, catches him off guard and knocks him out

- He makes handy-dandy use of them ~force suppressors~ and tries, again, to get Anakin to turn, but Anakin’s still reeling from teh whole Fives-Chancellor-Sith Lord-betrayal thing and is feeling too betrayed by palpatine to do anything other than get angry at him

- so palpatine’s like “aight then, backup plan,” gets out the clone, psychologically tortures anakin with that, then the plot of ROTS commences with clone!anakin in his place

- Padme still dies because whatever explanation you go by for her death (broken heart/drained life force/force choke), it isn’t changed by anakin being switched out for a clone (I’m sorry padme I love youuu~)

- Palpatine keeps anakin around in a cell somewhere, both out of a firm belief that soon, Anakin will inevitably turn and join him, and for gloating/entertainment purposes

- eventually anakin escapes and rebellion shenanigans commence

(ask me about my WIPs!)

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new sw oneshot!

for the discord’s prompts event:

old ghosts

summary: 

In a galaxy where Anakin Skywalker never became Darth Vader, a crash landing on Tatooine leads to an unexpected meeting.

Or, if you will, a short snippet from a Clone!Vader au

notes:

for the Star Wars Discord Prompt "Crash Site" which I somehow straight up forgot was meant to be a prompt for shipping and not gen, oops. sorry guys! so I just wrote out a scene from on of my aus I have yet to finish outlining/start writing in earnest.

background for this au: - It's clone vader - canon divergence is at the scene where palpatine reveals himself as the sith lord in his office--anakin doesn't join him and palpatine uses his contingency plan instead, switching him out with a clone - revenge of the sith proceeds pretty much exactly as canon other than that - anakin has met vader both pre-suit and after the suit, but doesn't know how vader got the injuries - he's under the impression that ahsoka, obi-wan, and all the other jedi died in order 66 - anakin's kept in captivity for several years until he finally escapes - and then he starts joining the rebellion, finds out about the chips, etc

ok off we go, have a oneshot

also warning for blood and injury I think, although it’s not really described in detail

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26683576

He wakes up with a lightsaber to his throat.

Anakin’s first thought is that the shade of blue seems rather familiar. His second thought is that it hurts, hurts, hurts—there’s an intense pain in his right leg—his right side really is his unlucky side, isn’t it—he tries to sneak a glance at it, but his vision is blurry and movements sluggish in a way that usually means blood loss. He can tell, however, that it’s definitely bent in a way it really shouldn’t be. There’s also a jagged ache in his chest, making his breaths come in shaky rasps that uncomfortably remind him of Vader. Probably some broken or at the very least cracked ribs there. 

His shoddy replacement prosthetic’s been mangled beyond recognition, too. He must have gotten it caught in the wiring while trying desperately to keep the ship aloft. Now he’ll have to start from scratch again.

Unlucky right side, indeed.

What had happened? He tries to remember, but he only gets flashes. They had found a lead on—on the chips, something to do with deactivation, maybe Rex’s whereabouts, and then someone had caught sight of him—an Imperial? Had it been an Imperial? Yes, he thinks so, and then there was that desperate chase—

A wave of nauseous pain and dizziness overtakes him, and he blacks out. He doesn’t know for how long. A few seconds? Minutes?

Okay, maybe it hadn’t been the smartest thing to do, causing a diversion like that, and maybe most of the moves he’d pulled off during the ensuing battle had been reckless and straight up foolhardy. And damn, maybe jumping to hyperspace with a damaged reactor had been plain stupid. This crash was on him. But he remembers the desperation, the sick fear, the resolve that he’d rather die than go back there, rather obliterate himself on this miserable hellhole of a planet’s surface then let Sidious ever touch him again—

A low humming interrupts his thoughts. Right, the lightsaber’s still there. Where on earth had that come from?

A few more blinks and attempts to clear his hazy mind, and he realizes he’s not where he was when the ship crashed. In fact, he doesn’t think he’s on the ship at all. He’s surrounded by beige, sloping walls that remind him of a typical moisture farmer’s hut, though they’re slightly rougher and falling into disrepair. And there’s—ugh—sand. As if his prosthetic hadn’t already been damaged enough. So someone had. . . rescued him? 

Or maybe he’d just died in the crash and gone to hell. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he tells his ever-present hallucination of Obi-wan Kenobi. “It wasn’t my fault the ship crashed.”

Wouldn’t that be a wonderful way for Anakin Skywalker to go out, after all these years hanging on to survival by barely a thread. A ship crash. On Tatooine. 

For half a second he can almost convince himself he hears Ahsoka’s snicker in the distance, making some comment about him “always blaming the ship”. But he knows better. Ahsoka’s dead. Obi-wan is dead. All that’s left of the Jedi is him and some old ghosts.

The hallucination is still there. Anakin blinks a few more times and his vision clears further; yes, that’s Obi-wan’s lightsaber he’s hallucinating pointed at his face, reminiscent of that time the two had run into Dooku by way of Hondo’s ridiculous scheming.

The hallucination looks. . . older. Usually when Obi-wan pops up in the corner of his vision it’s his Clone Wars self, or sometimes even his Padawan self if Anakin’s feeling particularly guilty. And he looks angry. Suspicious. Shuttered.

“Who are you?” The hallucination says, and Anakin’s world stutters to a halt.

He’s heard voices before. 

Lots of them. 

Obi-wan. Padme. Ahsoka. Rex. His mom’s even, when he’s particularly out of it. For all that they were signs of his sanity siphoning away throughout the years, they had also probably been the only thing keeping him sane in the miserable cell, in between ‘visits’ from Sidious that he can’t—he can’t let himself think about, even now.

And they’d followed him, the voices, later hallucinations, comforting him, taunting him, lecturing him, calming him, throughout his escape from Sidious’s grasp and subsequent careening throughout the edges of the galaxy. But this voice is different.

It sounds. . . real. Present. It resonates in the force with truth.

But that’s impossible. He felt Obi-wan die. He had heard Cody’s report—not Cody, it hadn’t been Cody, it had been the chip, not Obi-wan’s loyal commander, his friend—Sidious had set aside a copy for Anakin, just to see him break.

The Force has been muddled for years. But he reaches and—yes, that’s Obi-wan’s presence in front of him, pulsing bright and steady. It couldn’t have been anyone else. 

“That’s—that’s impossible,” he can barely recognize his own voice, it comes out so shaky, “you’re dead.”

“Funny,” says the figure of one Obi-wan Kenobi, very much alive and very much not a ghost, “I could say the same thing to you.”