Dragon!Vader & Baby Luke against the wild! Gift for @ormspryde
I have never done an anime-sorta style for an art piece before as far as I can remember. But I think it turned out really good. Love the idea of big scary dragon!vader together with tiny little baby Luke
Darth Vader Fans: I really want him to be reunited with his kids and be the father he never got to be and also have Padme be still alive and have him reunite with his old master and padawan have them all still be alive and--
Darth Maul Fans: If he's not a sopping wet pathetic mess crying on the floor i dont want him
A/N: hey guys!! i have not forgotten abt this story haha, i have the final chapter written so now it’s a matter of filling the plot to get it to that point lol, thank you guys for all of the support and staying with me through chaotic times!!
Insecurities and doubt shroud you and the Sith Lord that you are fraternizing with
You didn’t remember going to bed; wait, this wasn't your bed. Where were you?
You slowly propped yourself up in the circular bed and looked down. A long, thick black cape was laid over your body. You examined the fabric closer, it seemed to be a unique blend, it was thick but not too warm.
You slowly got out of bed and made your way to a vanity on the other side of the room. There was a familiar envelope waiting on the dresser.
Oh, right.
Your heart began to quicken as you remembered where you were and who brought you there. You remembered the “shrine” and began to panic.
No.
F/N, you need to calm down. What if he sensed your discomfort?
You knew you had to play the game until you fully understood your situation.
You continued to read the letter, inside it gave directions on what to do. You were to get dressed then contact him via intercom when you were ready.
He provided you with a new outfit, which was hanging off a hook near the bed. As you took it off the hanger you noticed it was far more elegant than anything the empire ever provided.
The style reminded you of the beautiful fashion of the upper class on Coruscant when you were younger. The color of the garment was a mixture of soft blues, silvers, creams, and whites. It was honestly gorgeous, a part of you was quite excited to wear it.
Once you had the outfit on, you looked at yourself in the mirror.
You barely even recognized yourself, The beautiful fabric cascaded off of your body and yet, still clung to all the right places, you looked desirable, but still elegant. Never in your life had you had an opportunity to wear such fashion.
Your curiosity got the better of you and you wanted to get a better look at where you were, so you gathered your confidence as you gripped the door knob to the other room.
Slowly you turned the shimmering knob and silently passed through the doorway. There was a short narrow hall connecting the two rooms, you tip-toed down the hall until you reached an archway into the new room.
You peered inside and saw him.
He stood by what looked like a mechanic’s bench. His back was turned to you, and for the first time you saw him without his cape. You never noticed how broad his back was, he was so large, even without the cape.
You silently watched him tinker with some tools at his table. He pressed some buttons on a panel in the wall and then began to remove his helmet.
Your eyes widened. Under the mask he was pale and scarred. He wasn’t as imposing without his signature covering.
You crept closer to him to try and get a better look at his face, but you bumped into an end table causing him to whip his head towards you.
He made a face and stood. He held out a gloved hand any soon as you were being lifted in place. He stomped towards you after he put his helmet back on.
“What do you think you're doing?!!?” he demanded. Your eyes were wide and you were shaking.
“I-I’m sorry I was just coming out here to-”
“Did I not tell you to alert me once you were dressed ?”
“Yes-”
“You deliberately disobeyed me!” his voice boomed through the room.
He had you cornered against the wall and you cowered under him, the intense weight of the force still pressing upon your chest.
“I’m sorry my Lord!” you exclaimed, fear in your eyes as the pressure continued to press on you.
His gloved hand shook, before he quickly released his hold and you fell against the wall, panting. You flinched as the dark figure advanced towards you; he bent down and you shut your eyes.
Instead of a crushing feeling, he gently collected you into his stiff arms and held you tight. His mechanic breathing, rhythmically whirred in your ear. He was so close.
What was his angle?
“I… I apologize”
You pulled back to look into the dark tinted lenses of his helmet, “what?”
“I do not mean to harm you…in any way.”
He…apologized?
Before you could collect your thoughts to speak, he stood.
“Come, we should return”
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Weeks went by and the routine of him taking you into the room and working together proceeded. After the incident with his mask, it took him more coaxing to get personal with you, of course he still held you in a higher regard than anyone else, but there was definitely an unspoken barrier.
You know that you were scared and shocked initially, but since you began working under him, he had been understanding and in his own way, sweet.
You started becoming relatively comfortable with him; sharing your feelings with him and even finding yourself not minding his stoic personality. So, why was he not opening up?
If only you knew it was simply the sith lord’s own insecurities keeping himself from you. As much as he wanted-
No.
Needed you, he couldn't bear the thought of you leaving if you saw his face.
It was a miracle that you stuck it out through his stunted emotions and brooding personality, so what if his face was the last straw? He couldn't bear if you hated him, he couldn't lose you and he didn’t know if he had it in him to kill you if things went south.
So he kept a decent distance, he still interacted and doted on you (in his own cold way) of course, but he was reluctant to take his helmet off again. As much as you reassured him you wouldn’t run. He wanted to believe your pretty words, but he was so afraid…
You, on the other hand, feared something else; since he became colder after the mask incident and didn’t seem to reciprocate your attempts of opening up you became more concerned for your safety.
What if he was getting over you? What if he was getting tired of you? What if he planned to kill you?
So, when he was on a mission in another system you confided in one of your acquaintances in a higher sector and told them of the odd room Vader and you would retire to.
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Today he accompanied you to the secluded room and relaxed (as well as a Sith lord could) as you tinkered with some new materials he got for you.
Suddenly a knock was heard on the hidden door on the opposite side of the room and both you and Vader snapped your heads towards the door.
No one knew this place existed, but maybe some people saw Vader coming here to drop off his gifts for you.
You met the dark lenses of Vader’s helmet and gave him a confused look before he nodded to you and motioned the door open. In came a small squad of troopers who looked very confused.
“is this the door the commander told us to go through?” one said, quite puzzled.
“What is this place?”
“Maker! Its Lord Vader” another exclaimed
They all spun around to face him as he rose from the chair he had recently occupied.
Your heart began to palpate as he approached the bunch, you knew of his temper but you could also tell these troopers were genuinely confused and made an honest mistake.
You prayed that he wouldn’t hurt them, you really hoped he was becoming more reasonable after spending so much time with you. Maybe you were rubbing off on hi-
Crack
The first trooper in the squad dropped to the floor, his neck bent in an unnatural way. The other three tried to leave, but Vader slid the large steel door crushing the trooper closest to leaving.
“Vader!” you pleaded.
He snapped his head to you and spoke very matter-of-factly, “These insubordinates should not be in an unauthorized area”.
You shook your head and stood from the bench, “please”.
The two troopers who were left, anxiously looked between you and the Sith parallel to you.
Vader shot you a look that meant for you to shut up, but you continued despite his warning.
“They clearly didn’t mean to come in here.. They didn’t know”
“Y/N do not tell me how to deal with these defectors. I would rather not argue with you, we both know who would win” his deep voice rang.
He was right, he would absolutely destroy you. A part of you broke inside, no matter how much you thought you knew him or how close you thought you were getting, he was still just a violent man and you were stuck in a toxic.. Whatever this weird thing between the two of you was…
Suddenly you felt so small, so helpless… these troopers were being killed because they accidentally entered during Vader and your time… their blood was on your hands just as much as they were on his. The warm feeling of tears ran down your face.
On the other side of the room, Vader's crimson saber ignited as he neared the two armored men. He glanced your way for a moment and you weakly pleaded one last time before he turned back to the men under him.
With one strike both troopers were split in half and their lifeless bodies clamored to the floor beneath you.
Vader turned and approached you, his saber still lit. You sobbed and turned your face away as he held the saber uncomfortably close to your neck.
“Do you not see what I do for you? And yet you are still not contempt.”
What was he talking about? you didn’t ask these troopers to find you and him, you didn’t want him to hate you…
“Your acquaintance in sector 250” he spoke
No.
“It seem that you conspired with her against me”
Maker, No.
“What?” It sounded more like a plea than a question.
‘Don’t lie to me y/n” his voice boomed.
“My Lord, I don’t understand- I-I Never asked her to send anyone, I never said I wasn’t contempt!”
“Well you must have told her some incriminating information to garner her sending a unit here. No one knows about this place but you. And me.”
You felt a shiver go down your spine.
“And since you enlightened her as to our space, she had to be dealt with accordingly”
No.
“You cannot fathom how extremely fortunate you are that I hold you in such high regards” he spat.
"Now I expect this room to be clean by our next session tomorrow.”
You brushed away your tears and tried to grasp everything that just occurred.
“If you had stayed loyal to me, their lives would have never been in jeopardy,” he spoke and you turned your attention to his helmet
“Their blood is on your hands,” is all he said before retracting his saber and swiftly storming out of the room.
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a/n: ty for reading and for the future new enigma and allow me are on the way :)
(A/N: welcome back!!! thank you so much for the support and i hope you all continue to enjoy the series :))
working as a medic, you are approached with a new patient
Warnings: mention of TIE fighter crash, respiratory problems, medical procedures, bad punctuation and grammar,
F/N- first name
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Between your departure and the beginning of the clone wars, you spent your time traveling from system to system gaining new techniques and knowledge of health care. You excelled at the medical academy and already gained much experience. Your patients included Jawas, Wookiees, togrutas, government officials, humans, and even mandalorians. Now those were hard patients.
Once the clone wars hit you were hired as a battlefield medic for the republic. You had no real qualms over the government, your loyalties were to living organisms, no matter who or what they had done. Being Surrounded by Jedi knights, you couldn’t help but think of Anakin. You selfishly hoped he never found someone to replace you.
While on the planet Naboo before the war broke out you heard talk of senator Padme Amidala’s new Jedi bodyguard. It seemed as if they were romantically involved which is why it was such a hushed scandal. You of course remembered her as the beautiful young girl who you would never compare to. There's no way that Jedi could be Anakin. Right? No it couldn’t be. Either way your main focus now was keeping your patients alive and healthy.
“B” a nurse called
You turned, “Yes?”
“Patient 67 was moved to sector C, but they still need the bacta transfusion and the aloe salve”
“I’m on it”
“The Botanist” or just “B” is what people called you now, I guess it was better for anonymity? But they mainly called you that because of your signature remedies were ones made of plants. For your final you chose to do a study of different plants with healing properties. After many hours of research you found a plethora of uses for many different botanical organisms. Each species reacted differently to certain plants, for some plants could cure all diseases, but others they would only heal a scrape. Either way you employed plants healing capabilities, in some way, to almost every case you got.
After the war the steady need for medics was dying down. Many of your colleagues opted to settle down in a steady system and open their own practice. Some of you wanted that too but deep down you knew that was not your destiny. You barely ever got a chance to reminisce of your past but every so often you would miss the boy you loved on Tatooine. Where in the galaxy is he now?
You had gained notoriety as a skilled healer who served during the clone wars. A healer who could alleviate the most severe of symptoms, who never turned down someone in need. Throughout your career you were offered many permanent positions, but you could not be swayed no matter how hearty the deal. You still had something to do, you were still unfulfilled.
Some time after order 66 you got wind to the termination of the Jedi. Hm. For a moment you sat silently…. You allowed yourself to mourn for the countless lives lost, you let yourself mourn for…him… Anakin. Though you wouldn’t sadden yourself with the possibilities, you always wished for his mothers affirmations to come true. But now you are an adult with responsibilities, there was no time for fairy tales.
About five years had passed since the fall of the republic, now only the domineering empire remained. Personally the governmental shift had not affected your small life. You didn’t know much of the inner workings of this new system. You only heard daunting stories of those who crossed them. You had heard of the feared Darth Vader, a man in a black armored suit, his ruthless red lightsaber the demise of so many souls. Yikes. You wondered if whoever was in the suit had a hand in the termination of the jedi not so long ago.
You were working out of a small mining system, helping locals recover from a major explosion in one of the mines. Heading back to your camp after a long day of work, you felt a sense of unease. Your senses were fighting for you to flee. Why? As much as you tried, you just couldn’t shake that feeling. Your fears were confirmed when you saw four stormtroopers huddled around your camp. Your brain screamed for you to run but your legs continued walking. Why would imperial troopers be at your camp? You had never had any run-ins with the law before.
Gingerly you stepped into their view.
“H-Hello? Can I help you?”
They turned together in tandem, blasters held close to their chests. The one closest to you stepped forward and glanced down at you.
“Are you the medic known as the Botanist?”
Suspiciously you nodded, “is there something I can help you with?”
“We have orders from the emperor to retrieve you.”
“May I ask the reason for this sudden disturbance?” You asked
“His majesty wishes to employ you as his apprentice’s personal physician.”
You began to shake your head, “I do not take exclusive patients, I need to be available for all who require my assistance. Taking this job would mean-“
“Do you really have a choice?” Interrupted another trooper. Your eyes darted between the four figures, blasters perfectly on display.
“I guess I really would be no help if I were dead?’ You thought to yourself.
“No, I will accompany you, do you at least happen to have a file I could study on my new patient?” You sighed, defeated.
The troopers nodded at each other and started walking.
“Hello?” You asked hurrying to grab your bag trying to follow them.
“Further north you will reach a port, from there you will be guided onto an imperial vessel, I assume you will be given the file there. If you fail to reach the port, you will be tracked, hunted, and killed.”
The man’s words sent a shiver down your spine. Luckily you had been operating around this planet for a few months and knew the quickest way to the port. You nodded at the troopers and headed on your way, only your backpack in tow.
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You knew the quickest route to the port, but it was still a long haul. By the time you reached the entrance around five hours had passed. You alternated between hitching rides and walking to reach the destination. You walked in seeing mostly locals sending out shipments or unloading cargo. The large ship on the end of the dock was not easy to miss, the imperial crest adorning its flanks.
You approached the vehicle nervously. Stormtroopers dressed in black armor guarded the entrance.
“Hi there, I was sent by a squadron from the east sector. I’m a medic”
“The botanist?” Asked the slightly taller trooper.
“Yes” you confirmed laughing nervously.
The two gave each other a look and stepped out of the way so you could board the carrier. Giving them one final nod you entered the maw of the ship.
How did you get here? What were you doing? You never had any run ins with the empire before now so how would they have even known of your existence? Why did the emperor want you specifically? Who was his apprentice? Why did he need your assistance? What in the galaxy was-
You were pulled from your thoughts as an imperial officer grabbed you by the shoulder.
“This way, medic.” They spat.
They brought you to a small seating area and motioned for you to take a seat. You nervously sat as they chucked a large file into your lap.
“You have from now until we reach our destination to become acquainted with your patient”
You looked at them dumbfounded, you only just heard you were becoming a personal physician and the file in your lap was rather large.
“Where are we going? How long will I have to study the patient’s file?” You asked.
Rolling their eyes, the officer shortly snapped out,
“If you must know. Mustafar.”
Before turning and quickly exiting, air tight doors sealing behind them.
Mustafar? You had only ever visited the volcanic planet once and the heat alone was enough to keep you away.
What kind of person could stand to live there? You pondered as you prepared to begin studying the gargantuan folder.
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Mustafar was an uncomfortable planet to say the least. Why anyone would live there was questionable. But one man chose to construct a fortress of the active planet. Heavy footsteps followed by rhythmic breathing filled the corridor as the master of this fortress made his way to his throne room.
He effortlessly created a foreboding demeanor even as he simply sat down. Dressed in the darkest black, the Sith Lord sat on his throne, large body exuding an aura of dominance. In front of him a blue holo-figure, a ghastly old….man? The once human face twisted and contorted by hate and insanity spoke to the man in the chair,
“Lord Vader”
“Master.”
“How has your recent recovery faired?”
The dark lord paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. Recently he was involved in a large TIE crash, to further the damage after the crash he was set to face a skilled opponent upon arrival. He was always in pain, but the new blaster burns and the injuries from the crash had impacted him severely.
“It is…adequate, my master” he finally responded
The sickly man raised his head to reveal his glowing eyes.
“Your…efficiency has been…strained as of late, lord Vader.”
Those words cut into the mechanical man, he took in deep breath.
“My apologies, master. I will assure the utmost success for my future endeavors” He felt suddenly short of breath, respirator kicking in to save him the struggle of trying to breathe on his own. His masters eyes widened and his mouth opened downwards.
“Ahhhh… I see you are struggling, my apprentice.
This could become a problem”
Vader’s back stiffened, “NO. No, my master, I have everything under control, the droids in my medical wing have been upgraded recently and I-“
The emperor cut off the armored man.
“I have arranged for a highly…. Reputable medic to aid you with your….ailments.”
Vader felt his chest tighten, he didn’t need anyone.
“Master ple-“
“They are set course on a vessel as we speak.”
Vader was silent. He would not be seen as weak. He would end the medic’s life.
Palpatine spoke once more.
“You will fail me no longer. You will accept these treatments and you will be restored to your highest efficiency. Am I clear”
Efficiency. He really was just a machine of the empire. Just a weapon.
“Yes, master.” Vader confirmed. Palpatine smiled his all knowing smirk and faded out of the call.
Left to his thoughts, Vader rested his head in one of his gloved palms. He felt as if the only time he wasn’t being used as a weapon or even a fighter was as his days with his mother on Tatooine. Watto used him. The jedi used him. Obi-wan used him. The empire used him. Palpatine used him.
Padme.
Padme didn’t love him.
but….
His mother never used him. Neither did…
she.
F/N.
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(a/n: aahhhh, the next chapter should actually have some reader/ vader interaction yaaay :))) i hope u guys r enjoying it here <3)
