#sith!reader

[makrokosmuss-blog]

Make me come undone

Summary: Maul intends to train the reader, but is shocked to be pleasently surprised by how the combat enfolds.

Warning: Nothing? Softness? Maul getting treated well? (Shocking) A little heat. A/N: This is from a story i've nearly finished now. I don't think anyone is interested in Kenobi/Maul/Prequels stuff anymore but here i am writing nontheless. Reader/Oc is Darth Viscer, a Sith Lord who has helped Maul back on his feet and in exchange takes lessons from him since Sideous is to busy manipulating the Galaxy to care for his apprentice.

Maul sat, thinking deeply. Thinking about when all of this had started. How it had gotten this opressing, this intense. He simply meant to train her. He didn't meant for this. When had he first begun to want her? To truly desire to call her his and his alone? The memory surged forward with unrelenting clarity, a vivid reminder of the day she had made him feel utterly undone.

They had trained in hand-to-hand combat that day, as they often did. She was not particularly skilled in this area - it had always been one of her weaker points, and Maul approached it with a brutal honesty that left no room for indulgence. His strikes were precise, his movements calculated. He was relentless, expecting her to rise to meet him with the same unyielding tenacity. She had never won before, not once.

But that day was different.

She had arrived in her usual training attire, but as they stepped into the sparring circle, she did something subtle yet intentional. With a graceful movement, she removed the outer layer of her robes, revealing a more fitted underlayer that accentuated her form. It was practical, perhaps even necessary for ease of movement, but the way she did it, unhurried, deliberate …it made him falter for the briefest moment. As the soft silken fabric glided off her body she looked only at the ground while his gaze was on the graceful lines of her form, on the interplay of light and shadow dancing over her skin. Focus, he told himself, clenching his jaw as the delicate fabric slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. His gaze betrayed him, lingering where it shouldn’t.  He could feel the heat rising, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He inhaled sharply, forcing his gaze upward, meeting her eyes for only a moment. She wasn’t even looking at him, her focus seemed fixed on the ground, oblivious to the chaos she stirred in him. Or perhaps not. She had a way of knowing things, of seeing through him in ways no one else could. This is nothing, he lied to himself as they moved to begin. Right now, She’s nothing more than an opponent. A distraction. That’s all this is. A dangerous, maddening distraction.

He shook it off, dismissing the distraction as an aberration. They began.

Her strikes were more fluid than usual, her movements sharper, and her gaze… It was her gaze that unsettled him. Those soft, knowing eyes met his with an intensity that wasn’t born of aggression but something far more disarming. She would lock onto him, her expression almost serene, and it threw him off balance in a way he couldn’t explain.

Then came the comments.

“You seem tense, my Lord.” she murmured as she dodged one of his attacks, her voice calm, almost teasing. “Tense.” He nearly growled aloud at the word, his jaw tightening. Of course I’m tense. You’re the cause of it. Her compliments landed like carefully aimed blows, throwing off his rhythm in ways no opponent ever had. She’s distracting you. Focus on her movements, not her words. Stop letting her get in your head. He growled in response, lunging again, only for her to sidestep with a fluidity that seemed more deliberate than instinctual.

“Your form is perfect,” she said, her voice lilting as if they were engaged in casual conversation rather than combat. “Always a pleasure to watch you…”

Her words dug into his focus, peeling it away piece by piece. He pressed on, determined to outmaneuver her, but she countered each of his moves with a grace that seemed almost effortless. Then she smiled. It wasn’t mocking or triumphant: it was soft, warm, and utterly devastating. Each of his strikes was calculated, precise, yet somehow, she managed to slip away with the ease of smoke curling through fingers.

“You’re fast, today” Maul muttered, circling her like a predator. “Why thank you, my Lord,” she teased, her voice honeyed with mock sweetness. “And you’re... determined, as ever.” A glimmer of irritation crossed his face. “Determined to see you focus, Viscer.” She ducked under a low swing, her steps light and graceful. Maul growled low in his throat, thrusting forward with a series of rapid jabs. This time, she moved closer instead of retreating, forcing him to pivot sharply. Her smaller frame twisted under his arm, her eyes catching his with a mischievous spark. She was not attacking at all. Simply avoiding him. “What did I tell you about fleeing all the time?”, he snarled angrily, leaving his tense position for but a second, “How do you expect to win against me if you don’t attack? Want me to fall over from exhaustion?” She only smiled at this, not at all taking him all too seriously before that smile was quickly washed away. He threw a kick that would have damn well knocked her out had she not moved in the last possible second. 

“Careful, Maul. You wouldn’t want to hurt me, would you?” she purred, stepping just out of reach again, never breaking eye contact. He stopped mid-motion, his breathing low and tense as he hissed at her. “Don’t tempt me.” “Oh, but isn’t that what I do best?” she cooed, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

For a moment, he couldn’t look away from her. The way she moved, the way her eyes burned with a sharpness that rivaled his own and her mind, oh, her mind….

He caught himself lacking quickly, his response a sharp swing, faster and more deliberate this time, aimed to disarm her entirely. She blocked it, but he was too strong for her, the impact forced her back a step. For the first time, she stumbled slightly, her composure slipping - but only for a heartbeat. When she looked back up at him she was not terrified but smiling brightly, teasing him once more. 

“Getting hot, my Lord?” she asked innocently, tilting her head as though she were oblivious to her own effect. His jaw clenched. “You’re stalling.” “And you’re distracted.” She darted forward unexpectedly, her kick aimed low to catch him off guard. He parried easily, but the suddenness of her attack forced him to shift his stance. She rushed around him again, her soft laughter filling the space as she avoided his next strike.

“Enough talking, enough evading!” Maul snapped, lunging toward her. She pivoted, her free hand brushing his arm as she twisted away. “But you love me talking-”, she purred. His grip faltered for a fraction of a second - just long enough for her to slip past him and circle behind. He spun, ready to lunge for her, but she was already at his side again, her hand running along his rips as if in a caress instead of a heated fight. “You’re too stiff,” she commented, standing again with an infuriatingly soft smile. “You need to loosen up.” That was it. Maul surged forward with a growl, finally catching her off guard. He pushed her back step by step, driving her toward the far wall. Her footwork faltered slightly, her back brushing the cold durasteel behind her.

“I’m done playing,” he hissed, closing the distance, his tone sharp with frustration. “I didn’t realize we’d started playing,” she quipped, her voice breathless yet teasing, a wicked glint in her eye. Stop listening to her.The thought was sharp, commanding, but it barely held. Her voice, soft, teasing, laced with that maddening calm, wrapped around him, tugging at his resolve. She’s toying with me, he thought, his frustration mounting as she slipped past another of his strikes, her movements more like a dance than an act of defense.

His focus slipped further, his precision faltering as her graceful dodges kept him chasing. She’s not stronger than me. She’s not faster than me. And yet…The truth clawed at him as her warmth unraveled him piece by piece. She doesn’t need to overpower me. She’s disarming me with... her…her…

He lunged again, determined to regain control, but there it was, the slight tilt of her head, the curve of her lips, the way her eyes seemed to see through him. Force help me.

Maul’s patience snapped. He rushed forward, his movements sharp and deliberate, aiming to catch her off-guard. She sidestepped him smoothly, her lithe frame just slipping out of his reach. He pivoted instantly, his hand swiping toward her, but she ducked low, her hair sweeping the floor as she twisted away. When she rose, her stance was loose and deceptively relaxed, her soft, mocking gaze fixed on him. Infuriating. The word slammed through his mind as his strikes met only air, her movements as fluid as a stream slipping past boulders. Her movements were maddeningly precise. Her voice cut through his spiraling focus, calm and teasing: “You’ll have to try harder than that if you want me.”

Want you? The phrase hit him like a blow. You arrogant... Yet even as the thought began, his focus wavered. Because somewhere, deep within, another voice whispered something far more dangerous. ...Do I?

His jaw clenched, and he surged forward again, this time closing the distance between them faster than she anticipated. She feigned left, then ducked low, sweeping her leg toward his to knock him off balance.

It almost worked. Maul stumbled slightly, but he recovered faster than she anticipated. Before she could retreat, his arms were around her, and their combined momentum sent them tumbling to the ground. He landed above her, pinning her down with an iron grip. One of his hands wrapped around her wrist, pressing it to the floor beside her head, while his other hand braced against her shoulder. His weight held her firmly in place, and his breathing came fast and heavy just as hers, her lips parted, her chest moving quickly beneath him. I’ve got her. The thought came sharply, like a blade finding its mark. His heart pounded in his chest, blood thrumming with adrenaline.

Her chest rose and fell beneath him, her breath mingling with his in the silence that followed. The power he felt from the sheer weight of the moment was intoxicating. He had the upper hand now, and he should have relished it, but something gnawed at him. Why? - Why doesn't it feel like a victory?

He looked down at her, her eyes steady and challenging, lips slightly parted with the rapid rhythm of her breath. Her body, though pinned beneath his, held no resistance. In fact, she seemed almost... content. Her defiant expression made his stomach tighten in ways he didn’t understand.

Then she spoke again, and her voice was a whisper, a tease, soft as a caress but cutting through him all the same. “You’ve got me.”

He should bellow a resounding “Yes” - Yet all  he could think of was how close she was, how her body was pressed so perfectly beneath his, how her breath, soft and warm against his skin, seemed to hold something far more potent than victory. He could feel the heat between them. He could sense her strength, even in her apparent submission. As he leaned in, prepared to declare his victory, she spoke again, her voice a whisper that sent a shiver through him.

“Are you sure you’ve won, my Lord?”

Her tone carried an implication that made his grip falter. In that instant, she twisted her body, slipping from his grasp like water through his fingers. Before he could react, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, her hands braced against his chest to pin him down. What is this? The thought came without warning, as his body froze beneath her. His instincts screamed to move, to fight, to flip her off him and assert control. He could have - he’d even begun to shift, his muscles coiling instinctively to push her off. But midway through the motion, he froze. Her hands weren’t holding him down, not really; they rested so lightly against his chest that he barely felt their weight. It wasn’t force that pinned him - it was her. The softness in her expression, the way her lips parted ever so slightly, and her eyes... they weren’t triumphant, but something else entirely. She looked as though she was gazing at a lover. His chest tightened. His thoughts scattered. His heartbeat drummed loudly in his ears as her soft gaze seemed to reach into the very core of him, unraveling everything he thought he knew about strength, about control, about power.

Fight her, he thought, almost desperately. I’m supposed to win, to dominate, to prove...

Her lips parted ever so slightly, a small, unspoken invitation, and that was all it took to leave him breathless. He was undone, and she didn’t even have to try. She leaned forward slightly, her hair falling over her shoulder in a cascade that framed her face. Her expression was calm, her breathing steady, as if she hadn’t just turned his world upside down. She was close enough to taste. Close enough for him to nearly lose himself.

“Yield,” she said softly, her amber eyes pinning him beneath her. The word hit him like a shockwave, reverberating in his chest, rattling his bones. His first instinct was to deny it, to fight against it. He had been trained to never yield, to never submit. He had lived for power, for domination, for the feeling of victory that burned in his blood. But now, as she sat atop him, her hands so soft on his chest, her gaze so steady, so unflinching... he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Why am I not resisting? His mind screamed, the remnants of his pride clawing at him. He could break free - he should. But the thought of doing so felt... wrong. All Wrong. Why would he ever give up closeness like this willingly?

He stared at her, every nerve in his body alight and frozen at the same time. Her voice, her presence, it was intoxicating. His twin hearts thundered against his ribs, and he swore she could feel it through the light pressure of her hands against his chest. He could smell the faint trace of something sweet in her hair, see the sharp intelligence glittering in her amber eyes, and feel the warmth of her so close.

For a man like Maul, power was everything. And yet, in this moment, none of that mattered. Not the training, not the endless hunger for revenge. Nothing mattered except her.

Her. Her. Her.

The way her eyes bore into him, holding him in place more effectively than any chain could. The way her soft smile radiated confidence and fulfillment in stradling him, entirely unafraid of him. She wasn’t gloating or mocking. She was simply there, undeniably present, as though the galaxy itself had been reduced to this single moment.

Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he pushing her off, taking back control, proving his strength? He could. He should. But he didn’t.

His lips parted, and he heard his own voice, low and unsteady, speaking words he never thought he’d say.

“I yield.”

The words tasted foreign, almost bitter, and yet, as they left his mouth, a strange calm settled over him. He wasn’t defeated. No, this wasn’t defeat. This was...it was...Desire?

Her smile widened as he'd noticed his mental shield were down. There was a glimmer of triumph dancing in her eyes, but it wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t smug. It was warm, almost affectionate, and it sent another shiver through him.

He didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, as she lingered there, gazing down at him as though she’d always known he’d say it. And maybe, deep down, he had always known, too. Then, so very slowly, she moved. Her hand, soft and light as a whisper, trailed down his jaw, her fingertips brushing the side of his face. The touch was gentle, tender, far too tender for someone like her. Her thumb swept across his cheekbone, and he closed his eyes involuntarily at the contact. Her skin felt cool against his Zabrak heat, it was soothing, everything he didn’t deserve and yet craved. Her gaze softened as she watched him, and the air between them shifted, becoming charged with something more than just physical proximity.

There was no smugness in her. Only contentment. Only... affection. The kind that didn’t need words to be understood. She had won, not with force, not with power, but with a quiet grace that left him utterly undone.

It was in that moment that he realized just how much he adored her. She wielded her influence not like a blade but like a caress, and it was devastatingly effective.

And with that realization came a surge of fear.

She was his savior, the one who had pulled him from the depths of madness. She was his student, the one he had sworn to shape into something formidable. But now, as he looked up at her, he felt something else entirely.

Desire.

It was a feeling he hadn’t known in years, perhaps not ever, and it terrified him. Desire meant vulnerability, and vulnerability was a weakness he could ill afford. Yet here she was, straddling him and he couldn’t bring himself to care about the danger she represented.

That day, he understood something about her and about himself. Firstly, that she had made him endlessly weak without landing a single blow. Secondly, that he was utterly powerless to stop her. And thridly, that he had never wanted something as badly as he wanted her.

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice Part 2

Summary: Reader finds a way out of serving the Sith. Or so they think.

Warnings: Reader goes on a mental health/self discovery journey, neck wounds, and trackers

Notes: Part 1 and part 1.5 here

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word Count: 4,032

Light rain pattered against the window, occasionally broken by a violent crack of lightning. They didn’t go together. The rain was barely more than a drizzle, one that children could dance in, but the lightning was fierce enough to make some adults cower in fear.

Ahsokah was neither an adult, nor a child. So instead of dancing or cowering, she studied. She’d found some interesting writings on meditation, and was trying her best to follow the steps. The soft rain helped her get into the zone, and the lighting was a good test of concentration.

One thing kept nagging at her. It had been quite a few days since she’d heard from you. Maybe you’d been found out, and Grievous had ordered that your conversations stop. There was another possibility, one she dreaded even more than the last. What if you had sunk even deeper into the dark side, and decided to cut off communication all on your own? You could be devotedly fighting against the Republic on some far-flung planet.

A peal of thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled herself back to her meditations. If you were countless parsecs away, there was nothing she could do. 

Little did she know, the two of you were mere miles apart, and you were growing ever closer. Your hood stayed up over your head, concealing your face. With help from the Force, you managed to circumnavigate the security measures, and began ascending the side of the Temple.

When you reached the right window, you could see Ahsoka sitting there cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with a scroll unrolled in front of her. The lights were on, just enough to read by. It was shockingly sparse. Only a bed, low to the ground, and a small table.

Hesitating, you raised your fist to knock on the window. What if this was a mistake? You coming here could endanger Ahsoka, get her in trouble with the Jedi Council, kicked out, even. 

But… You needed her right now. There was nowhere else to go, no one else who could understand. So, you lightly tapped your knuckles against the transparisteel.

Her head darted towards the unexpected sound at the window, and when she saw you, her face was filled with confusion. She said something you couldn’t hear, and when you tried to tell her as much, she motioned for you to wait.

Turning, she picked up one of her lightsabers, and drove it into the window. Within a moment, a circular chunk was missing.

“Y/n?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard.

“Hey 'Soka.” You said, then promptly tumbled through the hole. She grabbed you a moment before you hit the floor, and helped you sit against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. “It’s not safe for you!”

“I… I didn’t know where else to go.” At that moment, Ahsoka noticed that blood was trickling down your neck.

“Maker, Y/n.” She said, pushing your cloak out of the way so she could see the cut. “How did this happen? Who did this?”

“I did.” You said. “I had to. Grievous had a tracker implanted in my neck.”

Once she had stopped the bleeding from your neck, Ahsoka’s eyes darted over the rest of you. Your clothes were dirty and wrinkled, like they hadn’t been washed in a few days. You had a few minor scrapes and bruises, but you were tired. Every breath took effort, and your eyes were filled with fear.

“Y/n,” Ahsoka started, “How are you going to get back to Grievous’s ship?”

“I’m not going back.” You said. “I can’t go back.”

“Well, I can’t hide you here.”

“Tano, I would never ask you to.” 

“What do you suggest I do?” She asked.

“Turn me in.” You said, and Ahoska gave you an astonished look. “It’s the only way you don’t get in trouble with the Council, and I stay safe from the Sith.”

A moment passed, one in which the two of you just sat, inches apart, taking in the gravity of the situation.

“Can we just have a few more moments?” She finally asked. 

“Of course, ‘Soka.”

When Ahsoka called for the guards, they clapped specially-crafted Mandalorian manacles onto your wrists, and brought you to the medic, who patched up the back of your neck. They locked you in a small cell until the Council could be assembled. Waiting there was the worst part. It gave you plenty of time to sit and reflect.

Ever since your encounter with Ahsoka at the ruined temple, the two of you would avoid each other on the battlefield. One night, you received an encrypted message. It was just one short question.

Why did you let me go?

And you replied with the simple, honest, answer.

I don’t know.

From that point on, you become each other's confidants. Strategic information was never shared, since the consequences of espionage were much worse than simply fraternizing with the enemy, but more personal matters– doubts, dreams, dreads– were all fair game. Because of this, Ahsoka knew things about you that you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else and vice versa.

She first suggested you join the Jedi a few months after you started talking. Deep down, you knew what the Sith were doing wasn’t right, but years of conditioning and propaganda with just enough truth sprinkled in was hard to break away from. So you declined her offer.

Again, when you were stranded on a planet with her, she brought up the idea. She even suggested you could fake your death and go back to the Temple with her. It was tempting, and she had convinced you that the Sith were doing more harm than good. Ultimately, the idea didn’t pan out.

You were pulled out of your reminiscing when the guards came to escort you to the Council Chamber. The twelve Jedi Masters were seated in a circle, and you were guided to the middle. 

“Y/n y/l/n.” Began a man with dark skin and a bald head. “We know you are a Separatist, and the apprentice of General Grievous. You have fought against the Republic and the Jedi Order for years, taking down waves of our troops and foiling countless missions. Today you are brought before the Council in a strange turn of events including but not limited to breaking into the Jedi Temple.”

“Your side,” Said a short shriveled green man, “You now must tell us.”

“I was a Separatist,” You said, “But I have turned against Grievous and the entirety of the dark side of the force. I wish to study at the Jedi Temple, but I understand you have your reservations, and that it is a real possibility that I will spend the rest of my days in a cell.

“For now, the CIS are unaware that I have defected, but when they do figure it out, they will hunt me down. I have only one request: Wherever you lock me up, make sure it has the best of security.”

“We will see.” The bald man said. “We have further questions. Why did you go to Ahsoka Tano?”

“She and I met before, during multiple battles.” You replied simply, casting a glance towards the door, where Ahsoka was standing with her master Anakin. “And I felt that our similarity in age would help me gain her trust.”

The questioning went on for a little while longer, until, satisfied with your answers, the green man spoke.

“A moment we must have,” He said, “To discuss. Back to your cell, you will go. Call you we will, when a decision we have reached.”

On your way out, you exchanged the briefest of glances with Ahsoka. A look of thanks passed between the two of you, like Ahsoka was grateful you did not bring up your secret correspondence. 

Not too long later, you were called back to the Council Chamber.

“It has been decided that you will be welcomed into the Order,” Said the bald jedi, who you learned was Mace Windu. “You will live here, and be trained in the light side of the force.”

“Thank you!” You said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Padawan Tano and Master Kenobi, you should thank.” Said Yoda. “Spoke on your behalf, they did.”

“Understand that there are caveats to this agreement.” Master Windu continued, “You will stay on the Temple grounds with supervision at all times. You will not be allowed access to your lightsabers, or communication to anyone outside the Temple.”

“Of course,” Obi Wan jumped in, “You will also provide us with any and all future CIS plans.”

“Of course.” You nodded, just happy they weren’t shipping you off to a prison planet, or executing you here and now. Once the rules were all laid out, they had the guards show you to your room. It was as bare as Ahsoka’s, except it was equipped with a security camera, and the windows were too small to fit through.

A short time later, Ahsoka joined you. She brought some robes and some scrolls for you, along with dinner.

“Honestly,” She said as the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, “I was surprised they let you in.”

“Me too.” You said, scooping up a bite from your bowl. “I thought the whole ‘fighting against you all in a war’ thing would’ve given them a bit more pause.”

“Yes, that,” Ahsoka agreed, “But also, you’re really old.”

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I am, like, a few months older than you at most.”

“I know that, Y/n,” She scoffed, “What I meant is that Anakin is one of the oldest people they’ve agreed to train, and even then there were some grumblings about it.”

“Well,” You shrugged, “They already agreed. Can’t go back now!” You had another bite. “How old was Anakin? I can’t be that much older.”

“He was nine.”

“Oh.”

Ahsoka left to go to bed, but said she’d be back in the morning to take you to breakfast and show you around the Temple. 

“I’ve got a few day’s shore leave,” She said as she was leaving, “But after that I’ve gotta keep kicking Separatist butt.”

True to her word, the next morning she was in your room right as you finished getting dressed.

“Do you know where I should put these?” You said, holding up your old Sith robes. The red and black patterning stood out harshly against the soft neutral colors of the room.

“The laundry basket’s in the closet.” She said, nodding her head in its direction. “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight here. The sun’s been up for nearly a half hour! By the time we get to the Refectory, all the good food’s gonna be gone.”

Just as Ahsoka predicted, there was no good food left. After breakfast – which wasn’t all that bad – Ahsoka brought you to a quiet, dimly lit room, then left. Inside was a small group of people, mostly children, seated in a circle around an older Jedi. 

She beckoned you to an empty cushion on the ground, and briefly explained that they were practicing silent meditation, and that the goal was to completely quiet your mind and body.

One of the conditions of your staying here was getting some training to combat the Sith teachings, so here you were, meditating cross-legged with a class of children. The silence sank into your bones, at first you tried to fight it, but when it eventually settled, you found yourself with a strange sense of peace.

You did as the instructor said, and whenever a thought or feeling entered your mind you acknowledged it, and let it drift away. For a moment you felt the anger and pain drift away, too. It was like a weight had been eased off your mind.

But when your concentration wavered, the weight settled on you once more. 

After meditation the older Jedi led your group to the refectory. Ahsoka met up with you there. In the afternoon neither you nor Ahsoka had any obligations, so you spent it in the gardens. There, you saw a Jedi digging through the dirt holding a plant with wide heart-shaped leaves. The edges faded to green, while the rest was a pleasing pinkish red. 

“Oh hello!” Said the Jedi, straightening up from his work, “Have you come to help out in the garden?”

“Uh…” You glanced at Ahsoka, unsure what to say. 

“We would love to.” She said. So that afternoon was spent working peacefully in the garden. The Jedi you were working with was old, like your meditation instructor. He had the odd tendency to be silent for many minutes, state something completely out of the blue, and immediately go back to silence.

“Gardening used to be a popular activity among the Jedi.” He said, “Everyone from Younglings to geezers like me would be up here, digging through the dirt.” He said wistfully, “But that was before the war. Now we’ve got children out there fighting. It’s just us old folks holding down the fort here. Keeping the Younglings learning and such. You two are the only teenagers I’ve seen around here in a long time.” 

“I will be here for a while.” You said, “If that’s any consolation.”

“Hm.” He grunted, and pleasant silence descended again. 

And so went your days. Dinners with Ahsoka cross-legged on the floor, classes in restraining anger, teaching morality, and afternoons in the gardens, and weekly check-ins with the Jedi Council. You were still getting into the groove of things, when one night Ahsoka told you she had to leave.

“Wait what?” You asked, nearly choking on the bite of food in your mouth, “Already? It’s only been a few days!”

“I know,” Ahsoka said, “I know, but this war still needs fighting.” 

“Do you at least know when you’ll be back?” You asked, eyes downcast and voice full of sadness.

“No.” Ahsoka saw the look in your eyes, she continued, “But your information has been invaluable. We’re winning, Y/n. The end is in sight. Soon no one will have to fight.”

“Yeah.” You said. “That’s… Comforting I guess. I just wish that I could talk to you, while you’re gone.”

“We could ask the Council to make an exception to the ‘no outside contact’ rule,” She suggested, “Say that you need someone your age to talk to.”

“That might work,” You said, “I’ll still miss you though.”

“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”

You were granted permission to talk with Ahsoka while she was gone. Nothing about her locations or missions, and they read all your messages before sending them, but it meant you got to preserve the friendship. 

When she finally returned, it was like you were a different person. You happily wore the brown robes, tended the gardens, meditated, and lived without fear. The lessons you had been taught were sinking in, and the peace that came with them washed over every aspect of your life. 

The moment she got back, Ahsoka started looking for you. She found you in the gardens, watering and digging. Your entire demeanor had shifted. You carried yourself like you knew you belonged, and yet humbly. You dutifully attended to your work, and Ahsoka felt more at peace simply being in the same room as you.

“Y/n.” She said. You poked your head up from the bushes, and smiled at her.

“Hey Tano.” You said, brushing your hands off against your robe and standing up, “I’m glad to see you again.”

The two of you walked through the Temple together, talking for hours. 

“You…” She started, “I’ve only been gone a few weeks, but you seem so different now. Happier.”

“That’s because I am.” You said, “Happier, that is. I’m finally discovering peace.”

“Good.” She smiled at you, “Because you deserve it.”

The night before Ahsoka left again, she brought you dinner.

“Hey Y/n.” She said, holding a greasy bag up, “I brought you some food from Dex’s, since refectory food is all nutrition, hold the flavor.” Just like that first night, you sat on the floor of your room, and talked late into the night.

“Imma miss you.” You said as Ahsoka was just about to step through the door.

“I know,” Ahsoka paused, “But I have some good news. My friend Barriss Offee’s gonna be here for a bit. I think you’ll like her.”

And sure enough, you and Barriss hit it off. She was a little older than Ahsoka, and was able to give you some guidance. She often joined you in the garden, or for meditation. 

She was interested in your swap from the Seperatist’s side, perhaps a little too interested. She often asked about what you were taught as a Sith, which made you uncomfortable. Whenever that came up you steered the conversation away.

It was probably just her naturally investigative personality. That's another thing you liked about her, she was smart. You could point to any plant, painting, or carving in the Temple and she knew something interesting about it.

Occasionally, she would share her doubts about the Order with you. It reminded you of your secret correspondence with Ahsoka, back before you joined the Jedi, so you indulged her. Her concerns were similar to those Ahsoka had, mostly centered around the war, but they were different. These weren't just lamentations that the world was messed up and the Jedi Order needed reform, they were more like subtle hints that the Order itself was the problem. 

It was almost like she was probing you to see if you shared these beliefs. You brushed it off the first few times, but as the hints became less subtle, and her ideas less like ideas and more like plans, you resolved to tell the Council at your next weekly check in. It was just a few days away. In the meantime, you compiled all the worrying things you’d heard Barriss say so you could show them to the Council. 

The day finally came, and as you walked down the hall to the Council Chamber, you had your head buried in a tablet, going over what Barriss said one last time. You tucked it away just before entering the room. 

It was dark. The room was empty, except for one man lurking in the shadows. He stepped forward, and you saw it was Obi-Wan.

“They thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” he said. You were close with Obi-Wan, and often sought him out for advice. He stuck up for you during the Council’s private discussion, since he truly believed in you.

“Master Kenobi,” You said, “Is everything okay? Where are the other Masters? Is Ahsoka in trouble–”

“No,” He interrupted, “She’s fine. I’m here to return these to you.” He opened a small box, which contained your Sith robes. They seemed familiar and yet out of place. Just a relic of a part of your life that was long gone.

“Why would I need these?” You asked. Kenoi stayed silent. Searching for an answer, you looked at his face. His eyes were filled with regret and resolve.

“I’m so sorry.” He said.

“Why would I need these?” You asked again, voice more serious.

“You are part of a prisoner exchange.”

“No.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t go back. I’m not going back! They’ll kill me! Master Kenobi please-”

“They don’t know you defected.” He said, once again interrupting you.

“Then where do they think I was?” You questioned.

“As far as they know, you were imprisoned by the Republic.”

“How is this fair?” You spat, “I betrayed the CIS, the Sith, and everyone I used to know for a chance at joining the Order, and this is how it repays me? By manipulating me to get all the information it needed and then sending me back to the very same evils I fled? 

“The Jedi Council never manipulated you.” Obi-Wan said, his voice infuriatingly serene and steady.

“Really?” You scoffed. “You imprisoned me, and didn’t even bother to let me know. I trusted you.” 

Your voice lowered to barely above a horse whisper. 

“You let me believe I had a future here.”

“I thought you did, too.” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least say goodbye?” You asked after a moment of silence. Tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. 

“No.” He replied. “We have to leave now.” 

You nodded, and followed him to a transport shuttle. It took about a day of travel to get to the exchange point. First you took a small shuttle, then a larger ship, a landing pod, and finally you rode on the back of Cody’s speeder. The whole time you didn’t utter a single word. 

It was a remote planet. Just farms with little to no strategic value. You were wearing your Sith robes once more, and your arms were shackled behind you to align with your ‘prisoner of war’ story. You’d gotten there before Grievous, so you leaned against the bike while the clones and Obi-Wan sent out snipers to stay hidden in the surrounding hills’ shrubbery. The long grass rippled in the slight breeze, and the sun beat down. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the CIS finally showed up. Their speeders kicked up a storm of dust, which could be seen from miles away, even with the rolling hills. They slid to a halt on the other edge of a dusty clearing in perfect formation; Grievous at the center, flanked by a v shape of commando droids. 

The metallic General dismounted, pulled a tied-up Jedi from the back of his bike, and shoved him to a droid. Cody started to grab your arm to lead you forward, but you shoved him off of you and affixed a look of disdain to your face.

Back when you first met him, this attitude would have come naturally, but now, after learning empathy, you actually felt bad for the clones. They didn’t ask to be soldiers. They never had a choice. But you couldn’t think about that right now. You had to keep up the guise of a disgruntled young Sith, complete with eye-rolling and sneers.

Cody walked you halfway across the patch of dusty ground while a droid brought over the captured Jedi. After confirming that the Jedi was alright, Cody signaled to Obi-Wan, and the exchange was confirmed. Before you left, Cody passed you a box containing your lightsabers. As you were rushed to the Separatist speeders, you dared to cast a final glance back at the Republic forces. 

They were too busy welcoming their returned friend to even look at you. 

“Each time you find yourself scooped up by the Republic reflects poorly on me.” Grievous continued berating you as the commando droids loaded the bikes onto the shuttle. “Have you learned nothing? When will you stop allowing yourself to be snatched by these pieces of Republic scum?” 

“Those reflections are deserved!” You spat back. “You seem to forget that it is your job to teach me to fight. Instead you’re too busy chasing down Kenobi for some personal feud that he doesn’t even seem to know (much less care) about.” 

Those words hung in the air for a moment.

“Ha.” He laughed hollowly, “Perhaps you have learned something.” He then climbed into the shuttle. You knew he expected you to follow, but you could tell your emotions were reaching a boiling point. Instead of thinking about leaving Ahsoka without saying goodbye, or how the council betrayed you, you changed the sadness into blind rage. 

The wood of a nearby tree splintered as though an invisible hand crushed it. You looked at your hands, squeezed into fists so tight that your nails broke the skin, and realized that had been you. You had unintentionally channeled the Force. Slowly, you loosened your fists, and a few splinters fell away from the tree trunk.

From that day on, anger would be your fuel, and it would serve you well.

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[chernayawidow]

JEDI!ANAKIN SKYWALKER X SITH!READER

MOODBOARD FOR MY FANFIC IDEA

You are the apprentice of Darth Knox, and have been indoctrinated by the Sith ever since your abduction as a mere child. Under the orders of Darth Sidious, your master has groomed you into becoming the perfect tool for corruption. For the prophesized chosen one himself.

[absolutecasey]

Loverboy Part 4

Summary: You decide what to do about Ventress. Echo gives you news that puts you in a tough position.

Pairing: Echo x Sith!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst. (Sorry)

WC: 2.6K

A/N: Lol I had "Maneater" By Nelly Furtado on replay while writing this if that gives you the vibe? All photos found on pinterest.

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That night as you wait for Echo to come back to the apartment, you start packing your go-bag, still unsure if you’re going to try to collect the bounty on Ventress. You’re almost sure that if the roles were reversed, she would come for you. Right? It was Ventress. It’s not like she actually cared about you. 

There’s a knock on the door that snaps you from your thoughts, who you’re pretty sure is Echo. Shoving the bag into the closet, you go and answer the door, instantly excited to see your partner who seems just as excited to see you.

“I brought dinner.” Echo holds up a paper bag. 

You can’t help but grin. “My hero.”

You let him into the apartment and he drops the bag on the kitchen counter before pulling you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You both moan softly, still craving each other as much as you were the first day you found him at Cid’s.

This is still a new feeling, though… So much domesticity. You used to think that you weren’t built for a life like this. Honestly, you’re still unsure. All you know is that you really care about Echo and only want him to be happy.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He tells you when he pulls away. 

That phrase is never a good one to hear. Especially with the straight face that Echo is sporting. 

“Oh?” You open the container of food and dish it out onto two plates. 

He takes the plate from you and sits at the table. “We got a job to take down a Sith.”

Oh no. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, some former Sith turned bounty hunter named Ventress.” He takes a bite. “Do you know of her?” 

If you give up Ventress… maybe Echo’s brothers would finally trust you. They could use those 200,000 credits to take care of the kid. It’s tempting. You still need to ask if they know about her being force sensitive. 

“Why do you ask?” You dodge the question about Ventress, trying not to sound suspicious. 

Echo notices, of course. “You do.” 

There’s no lying to him. That’s one of the hardest parts of a relationship, you’ve found. Being transparent. The ability to look out for yourself has made you not good at it. All you can do is work on it, you suppose.

You shrug. “Sure, a long time ago.”

He puts the fork down for a moment to look at you from across the table. “It’s 200,000 if we bring her in.” 

“You’re not bounty hunters.” You put your own fork down and stare at him.

They have no idea what they’d be up against with her. She’s probably killed thousands of clones. It’d be a suicide mission, no matter how good Echo and his brothers were. 

“No, but you are.” He nods. 

You get up from the table, grabbing the bounty puck out of your jacket and sitting it in front of Echo on the table. 

“You’ve already taken the job.” He looks at the puck that projects Ventress’ face with surprise.

Is that disapproval in his tone?

“I’m not sure yet…” You stare down at the puck as well.

You grab it and then sit back down. Echo stays quiet a long time before speaking again and you continue to eat your dinner, unsure of what to say. It’s not hard to tell that the air between you two has changed, though. 

“This is your in with my brothers, mesh’la… They’ll be more likely to trust you if you help bring down a Sith.” He tells you.

Of course… 

“She’s not a Sith anymore.” You look back up at him.

“She’s still dangerous.” He gives a half shrug. 

They know about her reputation.

“Your brothers put you up to this.” You realize.

He looks down. Guilty. Of course they did. It didn’t matter if you lost your life. Your life meant nothing to them. You couldn’t believe Echo wouldn’t put two and two together. 

“I won’t help you.” You trace your fingers along the plate of the wine glass, staring up at him. “I’m sorry.”

If he refused to look at the bigger picture, that’s not your problem.

“Because you still sympathize with her?” He frowns softly, confused. “Or because you want the credits?”

“Because she saved my life and I owe her.” Not that you owe him any sort of explanation. 

He lets out a frustrated huff. 

“You’re welcome to leave if that upsets you.” You nod toward the door. “But don’t act like you don’t know the feeling.” 

While you may have saved him, his brothers are the ones who came for him. You know that he still feels like he owes them something. 

You get up, taking your plate to the kitchen to wash the dish in the sink before retreating to your room. After a few moments, you hear the sink going and you think that Echo will be joining you in your room. Whether or not to continue your argument, you don’t know. Except you hear the front door open and close. You have your answer.

Echo knew what you were from the start. It’s his own problem if he can’t get over it.

“You know you’re not too bad.” Ventress tells you as you walk to her ship. “You’ve always been the most tolerable out of all of them.”

She’s agreed to help you get off Coruscant and for that you’re grateful. She very well could have just killed you, tying up a loose end for the Sith.

“Well, it’s not hard to be more tolerable than Maul.” You smirk. 

She chuckles. “No, it’s really not.” 

“Will you murder me if I thank you for keeping an eye on me?” You ask as you walk toward a hangar. 

She nods, side-eyeing you. “You bet I will.” 

“Well, then I won’t…” You shrug.

You angrily finish packing your go-bag. You don’t know what the plan is, all you know is you need to find Ventress, regardless of the money involved. You’re pretty sure you know where she is, too. 

Should you try to make things right with Echo? Or should you let him go? It’d probably be easier to just avoid him for now, right?

As you make your way down to the hangar that you keep your freighter docked in, you avoid walking by Cid’s, taking the long way around, not wanting to chance running into Echo. 

When you reach your ship, you start it up and then head back out to fuel it up. It hasn’t been used in a long time so it shouldn’t take too long. 

“Going somewhere?” You hear Echo’s brother, Hunter’s voice behind you.

Great.  

As you turn around, you find Echo and Hunter approaching you. You don’t miss the way that Hunter keeps his hand ready to grab his blaster. 

“Did you follow me?” You glare, hooking the hose back up to its station.

You look over and notice the rest of the batch waiting at the Marauder and then look back at Echo and Hunter. Wrecker stands in front of the hatch and you can only guess Tech is ready to fly after you if you leave.

So, that’s how this is going to go…

“You’re going to warn her, aren’t you?” Hunter asks you.

You look at Echo, a feeling of betrayal settling in your stomach. If his brothers want you to be the bad guy… then so be it. You pull out your saberstaff, ready to deflect blaster shots. 

“This didn’t end well for you last time, Hunter.” You smirk. 

He pulls his blaster up, pointing it at you. You look at Echo one last time then pull your mask down and back away toward your ship.

“Don’t do it.” Hunter moves his finger toward the trigger.

You glare at Echo. “I told you.” 

You force jump backward up the hatch of the ship and hit the close button as you run toward the cockpit. You can see Hunter and Wrecker shooting at the ship, as if that’s going to do something. Echo is trying to get Hunter to put his blaster down, to no avail. 

You quickly fly the ship up, out of the hangar and make your way into space before hitting the hyperdrive. You push the thought of Echo’s heartbreak clear on his face to the back of your head. 

Getting up to go to your bunk room, you take your cape off and toss it onto the bunk and then open your bag. 

“Um, excuse me.” You hear a small voice. 

Startled, you raise your saberstaff, bringing it up to the intruder. When you say you’re beyond surprised and angry, it’s an understatement.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You put your staff down. 

Omega stands in your doorway, with an apologetic smile. Things just got a lot more complicated.

You comm Echo right away. “We have a problem.”

Echo says your name and you sigh, trying to push your own heartache down. 

“What is it?” Echo asks. 

“I found a stow away.” You nod toward Omega for her to say something. 

“Please don’t be mad at her.” Omega starts.

“OMEGA?” You hear all of the guys start shouting.

“I’m fine!” Omega assures them. “I’m okay!”

You lean back in the pilot seat, already getting a headache, glaring at Omega. How could this child do something so dangerous? 

“If you touch her-” Hunter threatens you.

“Are you fu- kidding me?” You quickly correct yourself, glancing at the kid. “I would never hurt her. Or any child.”

Did they really think that lowly of you? 

“Just tell us where you’re going and we’ll get her.” Echo sighs.

“I’m heading to Dathomir.” You tell him, reluctantly. “Sending you the coordinates now.”

Your agenda is no longer important. Getting this child back to her brothers is. 

When you hang up, you stare at Omega for a long time as she sits in the co-pilot seat. 

“Do you realize how dangerous people like me are?” You ask her. “I mean… why would you do this?” 

“I was trying to prove you aren’t dangerous… That you’re on our side.” She explains. 

The sentiment is sweet. She’s more accepting than her brothers, that’s for sure.

“I’m not on any side.” You tell her, staring out at the blue hues of hyperspace. 

You don’t know the first thing about taking care of a child. You had a few hours to figure out whether or not you should be concerned that the moment you land, Hunter would come on board and try to kill you. 

You glance at Omega from your peripheral and notice she’s also looking out the window. Is there a possibility that she knows what she is? Does she have any clue what the force even is? Does she know of the Jedi? The Sith?

“Let me ask you something.” You turn toward her.

She turns toward you, smiling. “What?” 

“Do you know what you are?” You ask her, curiously. 

She tilts her head, confused. “A clone?” 

You shake your head, smiling slightly. “That’s not what I’m talking about.” 

“Oh. Then what?” She raises her eyebrows.

You hesitate telling her. Would it just make her life more complicated? Would she need a teacher? Or even want one? 

This isn’t your place to tell her, is it?

You sigh and decide against telling her. “A pain in the butt.” 

She looks dejected and suddenly, you feel terrible. “You remind me of me.”

She starts smiling again and you can’t help but smile back at her. It’s nice to know that if no one else could see the good in you, she could. 

“They’ll come around, you know.” She places her hand on your arm.

You doubt it at this point, but you appreciate her saying so.

A couple hours later, you finally near Dathomir. You open the hatch and sit and wait for the batch to arrive, which should be any minute now. 

“I’m sorry.” Omega tells you. 

“It’s okay.” You nod. “Don’t do it again, though.” 

“Echo really cares about you.” She tells you, changing the subject. “He talks about you all the time.”

You know he cares about you, which is why this is going to be so hard. You will never work. No matter how much you care about each other. 

As if on cue, the Marauder flies in and lands about a hundred yards from your ship. You continue to sit there waiting on the hatch steps, prepared to fight Hunter if you have to. Omega doesn’t make a move to get up when Hunter comes walking out of the Marauder, looking a lot calmer than he sounded earlier.

You stand up and walk toward them with Omega, who stays by your side. You can’t help but smile down at her. But when you look up at her brothers, you remain expressionless.

Echo starts toward you like he’s going to embrace you, but you hold your hand up for him to stop, glancing at Hunter. Hunter nods toward you, guiding Omega away as you and Echo step away from the rest of them.

Looks like he’s not going to fight you… today.

“I’m so sorry.” He tells you, taking your hand.

You shake your head, looking at your hands. “Don’t be.”

You glance at Omega and she waves at you as Wrecker leads her up to the Marauder. You wave back and then look around in the direction that you think you’re going to find Ventress.

“You’ve got your hands full with that one.” You let out an amused chuckle.

“Tell me about it.” He smiles. “With all of them, actually.”

“I believe it.” You look up at Echo, finally. 

It hurts to look at him since you know what you’re about to do. It’s the only thing that makes sense. You should have known the moment that his brothers tried to shoot you in Cid’s, this would never work. You come from two very different worlds. He’s a protector. You’re a survivor. 

“Echo… I can’t do this anymore.” You murmur, trying to push your emotions down.

As a Sith… you were taught to use your emotions to your advantage. But here and now, looking up at your loverboy… you don’t want to feel anything. 

“What do you mean?” He asks you, but you both know he already knows.

The lump forms in your throat. “I can’t… do this anymore.”

He shakes his head with furrowed brows. “No… cyare… I just got you back. Please don’t do this.”

Pulling your hand out of his, you back away a bit. “I saw the way you looked at me at dinner. You will never be able to fully trust me. And I know it’s not your fault…”

He was a soldier for a republic that your kind wiped out like it was nothing. But you weren’t that person anymore and he’d never be able to see past that. Neither would his little family that he holds so dear. And that’s okay.

“Echo, we’re leaving.” Hunter tells him from the Marauder.

You know that Hunter must have had to hear the whole conversation with his superhuman hearing or whatever. 

“You should go.” You nod toward their ship and start to walk toward the desolate village. 

“My brothers weren’t the only ones who saved me. I told you my life was yours and I meant it.” Echo calls after you but you don’t turn around.

If you turn around, he’ll see the tears that just betrayed you and started falling down your cheeks. 

You keep walking.

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[dearviper]

Hi!! Could you do a sith!reader with anakin skywalker? Maybe reader is trying to make him come to the dark side. Also reader and anakin are in love?!

YES OMG! I love this idea so much. I based this fic off of the scene between Padme and Anakin on Mustafar. I present to you...

A Path I Can Follow

Anakin Skywalker x Sith!Reader One-Shot

WARNINGS: None

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You watched Anakin’s starfighter settle on the landing platform on Mustafar. As the ramp lowered and he emerged, you rushed over to greet him.

He returned your embrace with equal fervor, cradling your face as he kissed you.

“Anakin,” you started breathlessly. “What are you doing here? I thought you were on a mission with Obi-Wan on Utapau.”

“I was. Something terrible has happened.” There was a troubled look in his eyes.

You nodded for him to go on, though you could guess what he was about to say.

“The clone troopers attacked us. It's a miracle we made it back to Coruscant alive. And when we did…” he trailed off, breathing heavily.

“When you did…?”

Anakin hesitated for a moment before answering. “Someone had killed the younglings.”

He paused to observe your reaction, but you kept your expression neutral.

“Obi-Wan checked the security recordings,” he continued, eyeing you warily. “He said… he said you killed the younglings. That you have turned to the dark side.”

You grasped his hands and set your jaw firmly. “Ani, Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me.”

“He cares about us,” he protested, shaking his head. You snorted.

“Us? No, Ani. We both know how your Master feels about me.”

You made sure to emphasize the word “Master,” knowing it was a sore spot for Anakin.

“And he doesn’t respect you, either. Did he advocate for you when the others refused to make you a Master? No. You are the only Jedi Knight to be placed upon the Council without receiving the title. It’s a slap in the face, Anakin.”

Though you knew he wanted to defend his friend, you could see his jaw clench as he remembered the insult.

You pressed on. “I've become more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of, and I've done it for you. To keep you safe.”

“At what cost?” he asked, desperation clear in his voice.

“There will always be a price to pay,” you acknowledged. “But, Anakin, think of what we could have together! Safety. Security. We will never fear losing each other like we lost our families.”

A twinge of pain shot across his face when you referenced his mother. Your heart clenched at the sight, but you knew it was the only way to convince him.

“I am more powerful than the Chancellor. We can overthrow him, and together you and I can rule the galaxy. Make things the way we want them to be.”

Your voice had softened to a murmur by the end of your appeal. Stepping forward, you gently cradled his face, softly tracing the scar there. His eyes fluttered shut at the touch.

“Ani, I love you,” you whispered, closing the gap between you. You pressed your forehead against his. “Please, come with me. Rule with me. Love me.”

There was only a moment’s pause before he let out a shuddering breath and nodded.

“Wherever you go, I will follow,” he replied unwaveringly. “Always.”

A quiet huff of relief escaped your lips before his own crashed down upon them. You put every ounce of need for him in that kiss, all feelings spoken and unspoken.

Even when you pulled apart to catch your breath, your arms were still wrapped around each other.

“Always,” you agreed, victory gleaming in your eyes.

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[wizardofrozz]

Ignite the Stars (1)

Darth Vader x Sith!Reader, Emperor Palpatine

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: light swearing, violence, murder (I think that’s it)

A/N: All right, I lied in saying I would wait until tomorrow to post this so here we go 🙃 this is the first time writing for Vader so I hope I do him justice!

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Coruscant hadn’t changed much.

Endless streams of traffic still zig-zagged across the sky, an orchestra of engines and horns filling the air. Unsavory types still made deals in the lower levels, organizing the movement of drugs, weapons, slaves, and countless other types of contraband. Men and women from every corner of the galaxy still gathered in the Senate building to argue menial things despite having no more power than they did years earlier. However, it had exchanged a few things.

Imperial cruisers filled the military-designated skylanes instead of Republic gunships. Crisp white Imperial armor patrolled the upper levels instead of red Kaminoan plastoid. The bland gray uniforms of the Empire filled the halls of the Temple instead of the beiges and browns of the Jedi. And instead of a half circle of the greatest Jedi Masters filling the room atop the tallest spire, one lone silhouette loomed over the expanses of the ecumenopolis plant. He watched the lively planet as he’d done a thousand times before but through muted lenses now.

So, no, Courscant hadn’t changed much. As long as you didn’t dig too deep.

         “My Lord?” drifted from the large double doors. Vader didn’t reply, not even acknowledging the officer but his silence aside from the steady pattern of his respirator wasn’t unexpected. “Your Excellency is requesting your presence.” A speeder off in the distance caught his eye and he followed its path across the sky, watching the group of beings he’d never come in contact with again until the vehicle disappeared around a building. Vader turned on his heels, his heavy boots thumping against the decorative tiles as he brushed past the officer without a word. 

His Master was waiting, just another constant on Coruscant.

Vader paused, waiting for the doors to his Master’s office to open, his loud breathing filling the narrow hallway. Sidious’ throne was turned away from the door when he finally entered, leaving him to stare at the back of the tall chair, taking him back to what felt like another life. The life of a man long dead. 

         “Ah, Lord Vader,” Sidious wheezed, his chair slowly spinning away from the window. Vader was already lowering himself to one knee before his Master was facing him, absorbing the stab of pain emanating from where flesh met metal. “You’re…quiet.” Vader kept his head bowed, staring at the reflective floor under him. He knew better than to answer, there was nothing for him to say that his Master wasn’t already aware of, the statement was merely a test as were many of their conversations. His irritation spiked briefly but it didn’t last long, the weight of Sidious’ eyes pressing down on him. 

         “I have a task for you, my apprentice,” Sidious murmured, pressing the tips of his fingers together. “There has been a disturbance I wish for you to investigate. And only investigate. Their death by your hand would be a grave mistake on your part.” 

That gave Vader pause, something that didn’t happen often. 

But he didn’t understand why. There was nothing outrageous about his Master’s request so why did it feel off?

         “As you wish, my Master,” Vader replied anyway, his voice filling the small space. He finally lifted his mask, staring into the yellow eyes burning from under the shadow of his Master’s hood. His mutilated face twisted into a disgusting grin but Vader ignored it along with the apprehension needling at the back of his mind. Lord Vader had no desire to push the boundaries. 

His cape billowed around him as he made his leave. 

The Rebel base was in absolute chaos. Thundering footsteps beat against the damp forest floor swallowing the orders from every direction. Along with the screams for mercy. Under the roar of blaster fire, the faint hiss of a plasma blade could be heard, cutting through Rebels at an alarming rate. The cocky pilot hit the ground with a thud, your crimson blade illuminating the dim forest surrounding you. You leaned to your left, mindlessly dodging a blaster bolt aimed for your head, immediately turning a bored look toward the next wave of Rebels. 

Ah, how their bravery will be their downfall. 

The screaming of a TIE fighter overhead turned every eye to the sky, including yours. It was only a flash but it was enough for you to determine it wasn’t just any fighter and the wave of anger permeating the Force confirmed it. You smiled to yourself as the Rebels grappled with the new information, obviously at a loss for who to focus on. Apparently, you weren’t dangerous enough to hold their attention, an idea that made your blood boil. Your blade hummed in your hand, slicing through overhanging vegetation as you stalked toward the asshole that interrupted you. 

The unusual TIE had landed in the center of the landing pad, the hatch sitting open to reveal an empty cockpit. Luckily, you didn’t need to search for long, you’d have to try to miss the pilot. He looked more like a shadow than a person, a phantom that controlled and commanded the darkness that veiled him. Even from a distance you could tell the Sith easily dwarfed you in height. Hell, he made you look like a child in comparison.

The bigger they are the harder they fall.

The Sith’s wide shoulders stiffened as you approached, his Force signature growing impossibly darker. The breeze whistling through the trees drowned out any noise but as you wandered closer you could hear his rhythmic, mechanical breathing. 

         “Darth Vader, as I live and breath,” you scoffed, a smirk twisting your face. “Now what could the Emperor’s lap dog want with me?” The sudden burst of rage in the Force only made you smile wider, watching as he slowly turned to face you, the pulse of your saber reflecting in the eyes of his mask. 

         “Branding you a disturbance appears to be an understatement.” The deep baritone of his voice surprised you, to put it lightly. You pointedly ignored the urge to shiver because…just no. But the flicker of…amusement in the Force at your shock made your teeth grind, a scowl contorting your features. 

         “What do you want, Vader?” It pleased you to no end at how he bristled in the Force, obviously unaccustomed to blatant disrespect. His even breathing was the only response he gave, his gaze hidden behind his signature helmet but it felt heavy as he assessed you. “Maker above, can we get a move on? You may have all the time in the galaxy but I’m severely lacking patience right now.” The fist that wasn’t tucked under his cape clenched, the leather creaking but he made no move for his saber.

         “Leave.” 

That…that wasn’t what you were expecting. 

The monstrosity of the Empire. The ruthless, empty pit in the Force. The creature that provoked fear across the galaxy. The Emperor’s fist. Darth Vader…wanted you to walk away? 

Yeah, that’s not dodgy. 

         “Why?” you asked, hesitantly powering down your saber.

         “Do not make me tell you again,” he rumbled, his clenched fist flexing. You crossed your arms, studying him for a moment as he presumably did the same. The Force urged you to take his offer and you had a feeling that this wasn’t the last you’d see of Vader. 

And for some odd reason, you looked forward to it. 

A sly smile lifted the corner of your mouth as you gathered your courage. Vader’s gaze held the intensity of a supernova as you strolled closer and you could’ve sworn you felt his eyes searing into your face but he didn’t even twitch. There was barely an inch between you and him, forcing you to tilt your head back to stare into his expressionless mask. 

         “Can’t wait to do this again,” you hummed with a wink, patting the armor resting over his heart before brushing past him. 

The empty void of space filled the viewport. The twinkle of the stars was muted by the lenses of Vader’s helmet as he drifted through open space. He was still slightly perplexed by the events that took place on the planet below him. Sidious sent him on a mission with explicit instructions not to kill the target only for Vader to come across another darksider attacking a small Rebel base. Normally he had no desire to sit and ponder his orders but the odd feeling from earlier still hadn’t subsided. 

Why go after someone that’s helping the Empire?

Which brought his mind back around to you. 

He could feel the fear even before his fighter touched down. Rebels poured from the underground base in chaotic hordes, funneling blaster fire into the dense tree cover. Your Force signature created a void, pulsing with anger that could rival even his, which he had to admit was impressive. Not many could match him in that sense and for a fleeting moment, he found himself wondering what caused it. 

Vader shook his head slightly, frustrated with himself for caring. He shouldn’t care. You were nothing more than a target that he would hopefully eliminate in the near future. In reality, he didn’t care, he was just…curious. 

A shrill beeping cut into his thoughts, drawing his eyes down to the fighter’s communicator. The small holo of his Master flickered into existence, filling the viewport.

         “It appears your investigation was shorter than I expected,” Sidious hummed, his gaze crushing even from lightyears away. “What did you find?” 

The droning coming through your com grated your nerves. It was times like these you understood why your contact preferred to avoid face-to-face meetings because your hands itched to strangle him. 

         “But anyway,” the Weequay, Prav, huffed, his holo flickering as he dropped his hands onto a table you couldn’t see. “I got a job for ya if ya want it.”

         “Great,” you huffed, massaging your temple. “Send me what you have.”

         “You got it, sweetheart,” Prav beamed but you clicked off the call before he could continue. Swallowing back the urge to scream, you leaned back in the pilot chair of your ship and impatiently waited for the information to pop up on your datapad. 

A supply run? Really? 

Lothal’s dull surface grew larger in the viewport, the nav computer zeroing in on the spaceport that Prav sent. Ships of every shape and size crowded the landing pad, your grip on the arm of the pilot chair tightening as you maneuvered your ship to the only open spot. Thankfully, the workers and other beings littering the area parted as you approached, no gaze lingering for more than a second. Stepping into the spaceport’s storage bay stopped you short.

It was empty. Unnervingly empty for such a busy area. 

You narrowed your eyes but this entire job was already irritating and you continued deeper into the dim room. The three containers on the manifest were stacked neatly against the back wall but you stopped just within reach. The Force shifted, probing at you with a warning that wasn’t much of a surprise. The familiar crackle of a lightsaber activating echoed in your ears. A toothy grin spread across your face; you’d know that signature anywhere.

         “Now, Vader, is that any way to greet me?” There was a beat of silence before his deep breathing filled the air. 

What? Did he hold his breath? You snickered at the thought, lifting your arm to summon your saber from your hip. 

         “That is property of the Empire and I suggest you leave it that way,” he ordered. 

         “Are you gonna pay me for the job then?” Your question was met with more infuriating silence and you rolled your eyes with an exasperated sigh. His heavy footsteps grew closer and you activated your lightsaber, spinning on your heels to catch the powerful blow aimed at your neck. Scarlet beams shrieked where they met, the glow highlighting every sharp angle of his helmet and if you looked hard enough you could almost make out the general shape of his real eyes.

         “Leaving with your life will be payment enough,” Vader stated, pressing down on the crossed blades. Gritting your teeth, you reached into the Force for strength and pushed back, baring your teeth at the Sith. You dropped out from under him, spinning on your knees, and blocking another swing as you got to your feet again, putting some distance between you and him. 

         “I know you must forget what it’s like to be outside the Empire’s control but for everyone else-”

         “Enough.” 

The end of your sentence was cut off with a gasp, an invisible hand closing around your throat and lifting you off your feet. A sharp pang of fear zipped up your spine but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of rage. Your mind reeled as one hand cupped your throat over Vader’s unseen grip as the other released the hold on your saber. In a desperate effort to get the upper hand, your eyes darted around his towering frame, looking for an opening. Vader stood with all his weight braced on his right leg, still in a half lunge in your direction and that’s all you needed. 

You bent the Force to your will and pushed, dragging his leg farther back. Vader stumbled, landing hard on his knee and his concentration faltered, releasing you. You wasted no time advancing on him, stopping when the tip of your saber was less than an inch from the ridge between his eyes. The hatred rolling off him was almost palpable, a ghost of his emotion brushing against your face. 

         “Some things never change,” you sighed with a wry smile. You lingered for a few seconds before you lifted your saber away, the blade disappearing as you crowed into his personal space. The edge of your saber met the lip of his helmet with a soft tink, forcing his head back to look up at you. To your surprise, Vader stayed perfectly still but if it was out of fear or curiosity, you weren’t sure.

         “Do not imply to know who I am,” Vader rumbled but his voice had lost its sharp edge.

         “But I do,” you chuckled, tilting your head. “My Master was many things but it’s clear he wasn’t a liar.”

         “Your Master’s a fool.”

         “My Master was a bastard,” you snarled, baring your teeth at Vader, leaning closer and pressing the metal of your saber into his armored neck. You didn’t jump when an unforgiving metal hand closed around your throat and continued on as if nothing happened. “But he always said you’d never learn, Anakin.”

You expected the wave of anger in the Force but you didn’t expect was for the hand around your neck to loosen. 

         “Dooku,” was all he said. You couldn’t fight the involuntary shiver at your old Master’s name and for a fleeting moment, you thought you felt…. No, you had to have been hallucinating to think you felt a flicker of concern from one of the most deadly Sith Lords in history. The silence stretched on, neither of you looking away until Vader broke the silence.

         “I…I killed him.”

         “What? Do you want a thank you?” you scoffed, raising a brow. 

Maker above, if he says ‘yes’, I’m activating my lightsaber. 

Completely ignoring your snarky comment, Vader loosened his hold on you, the rigid metal just resting against your throat. “How did you know?” 

You blinked, your brows pinching together. Vader’s voice, even though it was synthetic, was always strong, commanding the attention of everyone around him. Hearing him talk so quietly made him sound so…lost. 

         “I recognized your presence in the Force. No matter what side you’re on, there are some things you can’t change.” 

The storage bay fell quiet again. The mixture of your anger and his hung in the air but you quickly realized it wasn’t directed at one another. At some point, the interaction stopped being a fight, if it was one, to begin with. You weren't sure how long had passed before something shifted. Vader lifted his hand away at the same time you lowered your saber, taking a step back so he could stand again. His emotionless mask gave away nothing but you still searched the tinted lenses for some hint of the man under it all. 

         “Speak of what you know to no one,” he ordered, tucking his arms under the blanket of his cape. Normally, you’d want something in return, compensation for keeping such useful information to yourself but what came out of your mouth next was far from a proposition. What surprised you more was that you meant it. 

         “I won’t.” 

Vader held your gaze for a few seconds longer before turning on his heels. You watched his unmistakable silhouette until he disappeared around a corner, leaving you glaring down at the scuffed duracrete. 

What the hell just happened?

The bridge of the Super Star Destroyer was relatively quiet as the ship hurtled through the funnel of hyperspace. Vader could faintly make out the Captain milling around somewhere behind him, checking system outputs and a handful of other things Vader couldn’t care less about. Even if he wanted to pay attention to the reports, it would be useless. For the last standard week, his thoughts were somewhere else, specifically on a ship carrying another Sith to Maker knows where. The altercation with you continued to play on loop at inconvenient times. 

You knew him. Or who he had been. 

Ventress was the only apprentice he was aware of during the Clone Wars but it wasn’t shocking that Dooku had another hidden away. Another apprentice that had he’d crossed paths with enough for you to recognize him. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t recognize you. However, what got under his skin more was that he continued to stare off into space, thinking about you.

How did Dooku find you? Were you another child that the Jedi failed? And the most pressing question: what had Dooku done to you to achieve that kind of reaction?

Vader hated his Master. He hated Sidious for twisting his mind as a boy. He hated Sidious for dragging him back from the brink of death. He hated Sidious for trapping him in this torture device of a suit. He hated Sidious.

It was obvious you loathed Dooku but there was something else. An ingrained reflex to flinch as if just saying his name could cause you more pain. 

He should hate you too. He shouldn’t care about the pain your Master caused you, Sidious inflicted pain on Vader every day. Yet here he was. He thought about asking his Master about you; there was no way the Emperor didn't know about you. That's when it hit him.

He didn't even know your name.

He could pick you out of a crowd through the Force. He could probably recognize the hilt of your lightsaber yet he didn't have the slightest clue what to call you. 

What does it matter? They are a fleeting presence that I will be rid of in due time.

Deep down, even if he refused to admit it, Vader knew that was a load of shit.

An officer greeted Vader the second his foot hit the shuttle’s ramp, informing him that he was needed in the courtyard. He stared down at the officer, noting how their eyes darted around to avoid his stare. When they didn’t move to let him pass and his small amount of patience ran out, he sent them flying across the hanger with a flick of his wrist. The mindless chatter around the hanger cut off, every head turning to watch him, some recoiling when he passed. 

Vader could feel the tension clinging to the walls of the palace. On any other day, he’d have been stopped more times than he could count but when he arrived at the courtyard, he hadn’t been interrupted once. It set him on edge. 

He wasn’t sure what he’d find in the courtyard but it certainly wasn’t a sparring match.

Troopers in various states of undress had their backs to him, Coruscant’s sun reflecting off their scattered armor. Vader paused at the entrance, his curiosity getting the better of him. It was a tense few seconds before all nine Corellian Hells broke loose. He couldn’t get more than a glimpse of the figure but he had an idea of who it was without consulting the Force. 

Vader stood motionless in the shadow of the palace in a state of awe that he would never admit to. You moved with the precision and ferocity of a Nexu, incapacitating troopers faster than they could react. It took Vader a few seconds to realize you weren’t even using the Force, this was a display of raw skill. If his life support wasn’t forcibly inflating his lungs, you might’ve stolen his breath. 

His attention was ripped away from you at the sudden crack of wood splintering. A branch from one of the trees littering the courtyard connected with your palm and you continued moving without missing a beat. Vader’s logical mind finally kicked back into gear and he was striding across the stone platform on a mission. You raised the branch over your head, preparing to bring it down onto the trooper who had grabbed your leg but a large, gloved hand stopped it mid-swing. 

Vader didn’t find pleasure in much that didn't revolve around the suffering of others. However, the way your eyes widened slightly and your lips formed a faint ‘o’ made an uncomfortable feeling bloom in his chest. The eyes of a Sith were nothing new to him but the longer he studied yours, the more golden they looked. Dare he say he found them quite striking. Pretty even. You blinked up at him, clearly still trying to put the pieces together before you relaxed in his grip, furrowing your brow.

         “What’s up, Vader?” He could feel the sudden spike of fear blanketing the troopers close enough to hear but he didn’t break away from you.

         “Dismissed.” Troopers stumbled over each other to get as far away as possible but he could sense them lingering out of morbid curiosity. The idea made his blood boil because something told him that you would live past this meeting. “You should not be here.”

         “Good, you’re both here.” Vader released your arm, joining you in facing the slightly hunched figure walking into the courtyard. Shining yellow eyes stood out under the shadow of his hood, his maimed face twisting in a mirthless smile. “I have a…task for you both.” 

         “I do not require an assistant, Master,” Vader countered, attempting to take a step away from you.

         “Humor me, my friend,” Sidious retorted, his face softening in faux pleasure. “The Executor will be waiting with the coordinates you’ll need.” Vader silently glared at his Master, his gloves creaking under the strain of his fists clenching but in the end, his objection would mean nothing. Sidious turned his back without another word, his shoes clicking against the stone, leaving the pair in stunned silence. He finally turned his head to find you already looking up at him with an expression that mirrored the confusion he felt. 

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So as my mutuals and I guess followers know: I can't write to save my life. And it's terrible because I have so many ideas for fanfics that I want to write but just can't. I mean, writers seriously: give yourselves a pat on the back. Whenever I try, it just comes out terrible- I'm going on a tangent...

Anywho, here are some Din x sith fem reader concepts: feel free to use them (and tag me!) And I'll update this post. Also if anyone has any ideas, please comment them!

•Grogu constantly stealing y/n's lightsaber to use as a red night-light - fluff

•Cara getting annoyed at Mando for being too literal in "screwing the empire" - crack/suggestive?

•Karga asking inappropriate and invasive questions about Mando and y/n's physical relationship - suggestive/crack

•Luke and Ahsoka warning Din about the dangers of y/n raising Grogu - angst/fluff

•"father not approving of the daughter's boyfriend" trope except it's Moff Gideon not approving of his apprentice's choice to be involved with Mando

•Grogu being protective over y/n (and slightly channelling the dark side) from Bo Katan's hurtful comments about y/n and Din - angst/ dark!Grogu? (Idk if that should be a warning? The scene I have in mind is when Cara and Mando are arm wrestling and Grogu starts to force choke Cara mistaking her for a threat)/ ending on bitter fluff (because I'm a weenie who needs a fluffy ending)

•Romantic gestures going wrong for y/n and Din i.e y/n killing someone and giving their literal heart to Din etc - fluff/crack?

•Peli telling Din about y/n's reputation in Mos Eisley as the "sexy sith lady, hot empire chick, etc" and that y/n has no clue that she has this reputation - crack

•Mando, y/n and Grogu "on holiday" on Tatooine. When meeting the Tuskan raiders, Din (who can communicate) tells them the story of the relationship from his POV while y/n is unable to understand. Then upon meeting the Jawas, y/n (who can communicate in Jawaese) tells them the story of the relationship from her POV while Din can't understand - crack/fluff