#dragon vader

[silvercrow72]

Gift for @sinvulkt !!

Prompt: Transformed into an animal!Vaderkin + Vaderkin being kidnapped by someone

[sinvulkt-art]

Dragon Vader & his fledging

Gift for @silvereddaye as part of the Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2025 organised by @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod

It’s rare that I do a whole drawing without any model, but it was dragons, so I had to try!

The dragons i’m used to draw are fluffy and feathered so that one ended up a bit round. I’m still very happy with it :3.

[ravenite-void]

Hello, Ezra here!

Ezra gets reunited with the Ghost Crew and brings... a dragon.

Drawn for Rivana Rita (@ficfantasia) and @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod ! A shitty sketch of etirely unimpressed Ahsoka under the cut

[sinvulkt]

Pre-OT - Cursed Noodle Vaderkin

Summary: After another reckless stunt, the Force is tired of Vader's antics and transforms him into a small dragon. It then put him on Ahsoka's path.

Era: At some point after RotS and Twilight of the Apprentice  

Characters: Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano

Main tropes: Non consensual animal transformation (listen, i love that one), Kidnapping your fallen jedi master, Force shenanigans

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Snippet:

Vader blinked. Or tried to. His current form did not seem to possess eyelids.

It did possess a passable set of lungs as well as six working limbs, which most people would have called an improvement. Vader did not. The sudden assault of smells, colors and heat confused his senses. Every few seconds he had to remind himself to breathe, the habit long lost in profit of going along the suit ventilator.

He had been walking in circles trying to get back to Coruscant after his last mission, only for the universe to try to stop him. First, his life support had broken under his opponent’s lightsaber blow. Then, the Jedi he had been chasing had escaped, helped by some rebels Vader had made sure would not come back. To top it all, as Vader wondered if he would die, the ventilator unable to provide crucial oxygen to his lungs, the Force had bent and twisted until it made him into this.

His reflection in water had not been much help determining his species. A porg-sized lizard of some kind, although it seemed to have wings. Vader barely attempted to move them. The additional limbs felt foreign in his mind.

Vader made another step, snarling at the branch who tripped him.

This place was filled with nothing but rats and porgs and banthas. That, and the ship he had seen landing in the distance. Vader was certain he could slither in and steal it. His current form may not have a thumb, but it would not be the first time he used the Force to pilote.

A convor dove at him, its claws scratching at Vader’s armor-scales. His wings raised by instinct as he hissed. The bird should have known better than to challenge a Sith Lord. Vader threw the Dark at it, intending to crush the impudent bird, only for his control to slip and the blow to overshoot. As it happened, all the convor felt was a breeze slightly disturbing its flight. It dove again.

Vader cursed as he slipped under a crevice. Something was wrong with the Force. He could feel it just fine, but his control was barely better than a youngling. It was as if all the midichlorians in his body had shifted. Which, looking at the paws clawing at the sandy earth of the crevice, wasn’t that far away from the truth.

“Morai?” a humanoid called.

Vader perked up. He knew that voice.

“Is anyone here?”

Memories of a young togruta laughing flashed in his mind.

Could it be…?

The convor dove again as soon as it saw Vader muzzle out of his hidhole. Vader scrambled back. That person was dead. It must have been his imagination.

Vader focused on the arrogant creature that dared make him his prey. It felt rather weird for a convor, the Light bending too unnaturally around the bird’s presence for it to not be Force Sensitive. Whenever Vader Force-pushed it, the blow dissipated before it ever reached the convor. His low control wasn’t enough to explain it.

Several seconds passed without the bird diving back at Vader’s crevice. Perhaps the accursed being had finally given up and chosen an easier meal. Tentatively, Vader dared one paw out. Boots blocked his way.

“Morai. What did you find?”

Vader scrambled back, only for fiery skin to descend on him. He definitely did not yelp as warm fingers slid beneath his belly to lift him up in the air. He bit the offending arm, but the stranger's hands held him strong.

“Ouch. You are quite a wild little one, aren’t you?” Ahsoka chuckled.

Vader stilled. His scales flattened as he bared his teeth against the truth. This sight should not be possible.

 Anakin Skywalker’s Apprentice was dead.

And yet, the buzzing bond between them whispered another true as two tattered threads reached for each other to mend. He hurried to pull back his side of the bond, but it slipped away from his grasp. Worse, their skin touching only strengthens the bond’s mending. Vader felt the moment they connected. A shiver ran down his skin as Light burned his inside. Simultaneously, Ahsoka’s eyes widened in recognition.

She held him up to her face level, lekkus twitching as she stared into what he knew must be golden eyes.

“Anakin?”

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Plot Description:

The Force did not wish for its Son to suffer. It waited and waited, but Anakin stayed miserable under the Emperor’s thumb, barely attempting to escape. After Vader brushes with death, borderline voluntarily, the Force has enough. It calls to the rather Eldritch part within Anakin to transform him. Dragon-Vader is on the rather small side. He can be easily lifted and put on shoulders. As a Force-being, Vaderkin is very young, almost a baby. The dragon’s shape reflects that. Would it have been billions of years later, he would have been huge enough to wrap around a planet.

As per the Force terms, Vader cannot go back into human shape until he touches the light side or learns to balance properly the multiple facets of the Force. Dark and Light. Even then, he will never fully be human again, keeping draconic traits such as scales and wings. This might be of great interest to various pirates and slavers, or even to Palpatine whose apprentice suddenly became quite a bit more useful. 

Ahsoka is all too happy to see the crucial blow to the Empire through Vader’s disappearance, as well as to maybe, maybe get her Jedi-Master-turned-Sith-turned-small-dragon back. Now if only she can coax him onto the road of balance.

[silvereddaye]

You are a Dragon

[Fantasy AU] 12 year old Luke awakes in the night to meet a strange visitor.

Preview:

Luke's father placed him gently down. The sand was cold on his bare feet and Luke hugged himself to fight back the shivers. The man undid his cloak and wrapped it around Luke. It was warm and smelled of wood smoke.

"Luke," the man said. How did he know his name? "Let me show you what you truly are. What we both are."

The man slowly backed away and as he did so there was the sound of a bell. It was like no other bell Luke had heard before. It was a deep dark tone that reverberated in his bones. Luke titled his head to hear it better, perhaps discover the source, but as he watched the man his body went slack, eyes wide, and his mouth fell open.

The man started to . . . to change . . . His skin turned black and his body grew larger and larger. His neck grew longer as spikes grew from his back, neck, and head. His arms and legs grew thick, his hands turned into paws with large claws. A long tail grew out from his back while black wings unfurled from his back.

It was a dragon!

A dragon!

[fanfictasia]

Angstober Day 5

Dried and Cracked

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from My Own Way Home

He’s so tired of being alone. He doesn’t want to – to stay this way. He wants to have her back. He doesn’t want to have to hurt her. He – he can’t, even if Sidious orders it.

He hates himself for thinking that, because Sidious is the only person Vader has, and he’s the only person who’s given him anything and made him who he is. Ahsoka is a Jedi, and he shouldn’t owe her anything.

Vader tugs back from her a little, curling up and wrapping his tail around himself, head dropping to his paws.

Ahsoka shifts up against him again.

Vader nearly jumps at the contact, but it’s warm and gentle, and he hasn’t felt anything so soft in years. It’s just… metal and anything hard or sharp and it always hurts. It doesn’t here, even if it feels a little weird because of his scales. He leans into it, curling up against her.

This reminds him so much of… back during the war, when they still had each other and Anakin was foolish enough to think they always would. He would hold her sometimes, because it was relieving and it made him feel… like he could actually do something to help. 

“You can come back, too,” Ahsoka says, quietly.

Vader twists around to look at her, at the unexpectedness of the words. “I – I cannot leave.” He can’t abandon the Empire like that, even if – he wants to be with Ahsoka again.

That doesn’t really matter, though. He can’t abandon the galaxy. They both understood from the start that for no matter how much they loved each other, they’d always have to put their duty ahead of each other. Anakin used to hate it. Vader still does hate it, but Ahsoka… made her own choice, and she didn’t - isn’t – choosing him. 

She’s not going to come back.

He doesn’t want to stay like this, but there’s… nothing he can do. Nothing but wait and hope something changed, but Vader needs to be realistic about it, too. Nothing is going to change. (What they once had is dried, cracked, and it’s not going to change.)

She’s not going to come back, and…

He doesn’t know what it’ll lead to.

He doesn’t want to hurt her. He doesn’t even know what to say to her now. Vader isn’t going to abandon the galaxy just because Ahsoka asked him to, any more than he would when Padme asked him to years ago. He doesn’t want to have to worry about it.

[pebblish]

Hiiiiii!!! Omg I love your fic, NFWMD! ❤️❤️❤️ Do plan to update soon because I honestly can’t wait!!!!! (No rush) 🥰

So glad to hear you like NFWMB!!! I'm currently working on quite a few wips so I'm not sure when I can promise an update to it, but I can share what I've been working on in the meantime :))

Luke raised a hand, and brushed it along the dragon’s black scales. They were so hot- hotter than the sand of the Great Dune Sea burning the soles of his feet, but this heat he didn’t mind. It felt familiar somehow. The dragon closed its eyes and chuffed, and Luke could smell the fire in that cavernous chest.  

The dragon nuzzled closer, exhaling a great breath over Luke’s golden curls and Luke giggled at the feeling, ducking his head a little. 

The great snout of the beast lowered to the chains connecting Luke’s hands, and with one great snap of his teeth, the durasteel shattered, freeing Luke’s hands. 

The dragon herded Luke to the mouth of his cave, chuffing all the way and using his enormous snout to nudge Luke along. 

That night, Luke slept curled under the giant wing of the krayt dragon, lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of its enormous chest, protected from the frigid cold of the desert by the warmth of dragonfire burning beneath the pitch black scales. 

And when he woke? He was suddenly much lower to the ground, and covered in tiny golden scales. And there was a man in the cave, with no krayt dragon to be found. A man with a scar running down his cheek, clad in flowing black robes. 

A man that scooped his tiny, foreign body up in his arms and cradled him close, fondness and unabashed love shining in those strange yellow eyes. 

“My hatchling. My son. My Luke. Finally, I’ve found you.”

shout out to @corvidcreative for introducing me to the idea of dragon vader and baby dragon luke i've been possessed

[planningconquest]

Tower

Luke spent his first night in the tower terrified out of his mind and too frightened to venture close to the window. He spent the first morning in the tower, furious, leaning out of the tower and cursing the enormous black dragon curled around the base. 

The black dragon, larger than some houses, didn’t even grace Luke with a glance. He hadn’t shifted from his position guarding the tower, and he didn’t seem to care. 

“HEY!” Luke tried again, his voice was getting hoarse now. The tower had been prepared for an occupant, but going by the dresses, it hadn’t been intended for him. “LISTEN! I’M NOT ROYALTY! I’M NOT RICH! MY PARENTS CAN PAY YOU! I AM A FARMER! DID YOU HEAR ME, YOU DUMB DRAGON? I’M NOT A PRINCE!” No matter how many times he told the dragon this, it didn’t seem to affect him. It didn’t move, and Luke had to figure out how to prepare himself food in a small, magical tower. That evening, after having gnawed on the last of the bread and cheese he’d been carrying, Luke draped himself over the windowsill and tried not to think about the terrifying kidnapping that had occurred the other day. “Listen,” he spoke normally, half-hoping that the dragon couldn’t hear him. “I don’t know why you’ve kidnapped me. I thought you were supposed to get Princess Leia. She’s a princess. Go kidnap a real princess, you’re wasting your time with me. I’m just a farmer.” He shifted faintly and tilted his enormous head toward Luke. Bright amber eyes focused on the poor farmer, and Luke sighed. “You stupid lizard,” he muttered. “You’re wasting your time.” He dragged himself over to the bed, nicer than anything a farmer could afford and flopped over. He’d try to escape in the morning. 

He’d only been sleeping for a short time when a knock came at the door. Luke bolted upright as it opened to reveal a man in black robes, a vicious scar over his right eye, and a scowl fixed in place. “Come with me,” the man ordered. 

“Who are you?” Luke demanded, glancing at the stars past the window and the night sky beyond. 

“I am Lord Vader, lord of this castle, you are my guest. Come with me.” 

“Prisoner,” Luke corrected and glanced at the rich clothes compared to his farmer’s clothes. “And I’m...why am I a prisoner? Why did the dragon take me? I’m a farmer.” This made Vader’s intense scowl deepen. 

“Come,” he ordered and swept out of the tower room and down the stairs.

What followed was the most stilted dinner Luke had ever been involved with. The food, though sublime, was slightly spoiled by Vader’s scowls, non-committal answers, and intense glower directed at Luke. 

He was escorted back to the tower after dinner, and when he rushed to the window, the dragon was gone. 

During the day, the dragon kept guard and in the evening, Luke was “entertained’ by Lord Vader. The man became more and more confusing and unclear as time went on.  The dragon would stalk around the base of the tower after Luke spent a night arguing with the man for his release, and the nights Luke would sit quietly with the man, reading or otherwise entertaining himself in the lonely castle, the dragon would curl up peacefully and sleep through the day. 

So, Luke began to plot. Tying together the strips of bedding and blankets and the dresses still hanging in the wardrobe. He did his best to remain civil with Vader, so the dragon would sleep during the day until he had a rope long enough to get him out of there.  

His scheme had gone perfectly at the beginning. He’d managed to convince Lord Vader to teach him how to play chess, and after an evening of losing spectacularly, the dragon spent the day snoring while Luke threw his makeshift rope over the side. Luke managed to make it the whole way down without waking the dragon until his boots hit the dirt and the dragon began to stir. 

Frantic, Luke sprinted away from the now-rising form of the black dragon and toward the castle gates. His heart nearly stuttered to a halt as a furious bellow rent the air, and he glanced back to see the dragon’s head rise above the buildings; spewing fire. 

 Luke ran as hard as he could. Anything to put distance between himself and the dragon, and the oddly attentive Lord Vader.  It didn’t work. 

A building exploded behind him, and the great black dragon appeared, knocking roofing aside with its head, and opening its maw as the head snaked after Luke. He screamed as a heavy impact against his back sent him sprawling to the ground. Another moment passed and Luke’s breath as driven from his body as a paw the size of a hay wagon crashed over him. He wasn’t crushed, but the paw tightened and Luke, alongside a significant amount of dirt, were hauled into the air. He shrieked and catching sight of an unsurprised villager, he wondered if the sight of a dragon hauling around prisoners was a common enough sight. 

The dragon carried him back to the courtyard, and instead of locking him in the tower again, set Luke in the middle and wound around him. Luke, shaking with terror, gulped as the dragon’s baleful amber eyes focused on him. Surrounded by black scales and limbs he couldn’t move, Luke was trapped, granted only a slight respite from the sun when the dragon draped an enormous wing over him. Trapped in darkness, Luke didn’t know that the sun had set until the dragon began to vanish. Freed from the ensnaring limbs, Luke watched the dragon melt away under the soft moonlight, and coalesce into the familiar, terrifying Lord Vader. The man brushed dirt and mud off his dark clothes.

“Young Skywalker,” Vader said, without bothering to acknowledge Luke’s utter astonishment. “It seems we have much to discuss.”