Oh you've just opened up a pathway for so many Tarkin scenarios.... Can we get a yandere Vader having the same darling as yandere Tarkin?
Yandere! Darth Vader and Yandere! Tarkin having the same darling
Warning: Obsessive behaviour, kidnapping and power abuse.
I did a similar one before with Grand Admiral Thrawn and Darth Vader, nevertheless I must say that Tarkin is quiet different from Thrawn.
The two imperial forces have their variety in their behaviour.
Tarkin is more known for his calculated, coordinated and calm mind whilst Vader was known for the complete opposite. Yes, the Sith Lord had a strategic mind as well however he was more keen to explode then the Grand Moff.
Unfortunately for the Sith Lord, he could not rid himself of Tarkin due to his master’s liking to him and the contributions he gave in their war against the rebels.
Tarkin would’ve long noticed the change in behaviour in Lord Vader as the Sith encountered you. The dark Lord of the Sith hid it very well nonetheless Tarkin’s observant eyes could see the slight relaxed slouch in his board armoured shoulders.
Tarkin may be a more observant yandere then Vader yet their intelligence isn’t far apart from each other. The both of them have their strengths and weaknesses in individual fields.
Tarkin’s weakness was his arrogance, arrogance isn’t something taken lightly by the dark lord of the Sith. Lord Vader wasn’t going to be a dog commanded around by him.
A foul mooded Darth Vader wasn’t someone to be messed with especially by the likes of Tarkin, whom also had his eyes on Vader’s prized possession.
Tarkin was aware of the fact that he would have to strike a deal with the dark lord which they both provided from. Vader was aware of the fact that Darth Sidious would punish him if he were to hurt the grand moff.
They would both have their little darling in the quarters they had made for her once they agreed on the terms they had made for one another.
If their darling would be a gentle and soft person then do be expected to get spoiled by them, however if you ever try something they don’t like then do be careful.
Tarkin and Vader aren’t very forgiving unless you beg for their forgiveness.
They don’t forget easily.
Try to be a good girl for them and don’t get yourself in trouble. It’s unnecessary and foolish.
warning : hurt/comfort, kiss, mention of murder/death, no use of Y/n
Summary : A captive senator among the infinite stars, on Tarkin's ship. Her captor trying to get her to co-operate with death threats...yet it was his softer side that was all the more dangerous. Not only for her position as a senator, as a protector of rebels, but also for her heart, which Tarkin could all too easily conquer.
info : Peter Cushing is simply outstanding, I think I will watch his films/roles again and write something for him. Have fun reading!
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What were the senators without the Republic?
What was the Republic without the senators?
They needed each other; only through discussion, compromise, and negotiation could peace be achieved...at least that's what they all thought before the Jedi fell, millions died, and the Empire seized the military power it had always wielded from the shadows.
Those who were not already dead and tried to flee died, those who resisted died, joining the Force was the only way to avoid death.
Everything that opposed the Empire was killed, executed in front of everyone as an example to join the right side and abandon the rebels.
In all this chaos of death and dying hope, it was the last handful of senators on their home planets who either tried to resist with little military strength, negotiate, or support the rebels who rose up in large numbers against the Empire to free the galaxies from it with what they had.
The protective group of a few guards, rebels, and friends had also joined forces with the senator of Naboo.
A mission with their remaining power to support hope and stall the Empire long enough with their answer...a mission that now led the senator through the halls of Tarkin's ship.
Not of her own free will, not since he had sent his troops to take her prisoner.
Although she was not handcuffed, knowing that the clones would shoot if she tried to escape made the ship seem more like a cage than a place for negotiations.
Negotiations in which she did not find herself in a cell—no, Tarkin had been kind enough to place her in his private quarters.
The minutes that passed were nerve-wracking, her gaze repeatedly returning to the large window, which showed only stars and darkness.
Her fingers played with the golden rings, a distant memory of her planet, her friends, the hope of the rebels.
Now she couldn't even say what system they were in or how far she was from Naboo.
She knew he had her brought to his quarters for a reason...but whether it was because of the emotions of the past or because he hoped to get information from her, she didn't know.
The opening of the door brought her gaze to the sound, his steps approaching her calmly, his expression hard, his thin lips barely forming a smile.
His bright eyes told her that he enjoyed seeing her, “Forgive the interruption, Senator, but your answer is expected. Any further delay would endanger your friends, I'm afraid” he got straight to the point and chose the chair opposite her.
A man like him, with a military mind, would eventually resort to tougher methods than talks and threats, “Withdraw your troops from my homeland. Fighting someone who has nothing is pathetic, even for you” she replied.
Tarkin smiled and exhaled, which under different circumstances might have turned into a laugh, a reaction that would have told her that he found this anything but funny.
What else could she expect from the man she had trusted with her life until a few weeks ago before he betrayed her?
“Nothing? A senator with money and influence has been financing the rebels for years, lying to herself and to me” he replied, presenting her with his view and truth.
Making a sweeping gesture with his hand as if he wanted to list the individual points. “The Empire is giving you a chance to join us. Your influence would help us gain more power without complicated losses...I would give you this chance, my dear” Tarkin added, slowly rising from his chair.
It was a simple movement that made her press herself further into her chair, her eyes watching him, unable to take her eyes off him.
She had never managed not to look at him, his presence palpable as he calmly opened a carafe of wine.
His composure contrasted with her distraction, his loving tone so gentle, yet his gaze demanding, “I have suffered losses, kidnapping, murder, and now blackmail. The Empire will be the downfall of all justice. Why can't you see that?” her question sounded more desperate than neutral.
Too many emotions were stirring within her as Wilhuff held out the wine glass to her as if it were one of their evening meetings after the Senate.
The meetings where they had gazed at the stars and planets, talked about everything under the sun, touched hands elegantly, and he always kissed the back of her hand goodbye.
What had become of this man with ambition and kindness for her?
He acknowledged this only with a sip of alcohol, taking his time as his bright eyes wandered over her dress, studying her as he had always done.
Lingering for a moment on the silver ring on her finger...of course, she had never taken it off...not after he had given it to her on their first evening together.
The senator's fingers closed around her glass as she took a sip, the tart wine a welcome change, its warmth trying to dispel Tarkin's cold as he lingered beside her for a moment.
“Justice can only be won with strength, the strong over the weak. Talking is useless when even the Jedi had a code. You of all people should know that the Senate only dreamed of that” once again, his horrible truth hit her as her gaze fell on her glass, the blood-red wine symbolizing more than just the spilled blood of her fighting allies.
Even though she had joined the Senate late, she had understood how many opinions there were, that talking took hours, days, and weeks.
The Jedi had helpfully carried out orders with the clones to secure the Republic... it seemed to be the code, the restraint, that had allowed the Empire to strike.
Her silence and another sip of alcohol seemed to satisfy him, her realization that he had a point, that she should have walked away when his hand brushed her cheek.
She should have raged, screamed, and tried to kill him, but instead she remained seated, frozen, not daring to look up, not into those blue eyes that never let her go.
Not to look at the man who was caressing her cheek and finally forced her to look at him, “The dream of a republic is over, the Empire is spreading faster than the rebels can rise up. So why are you hesitating? Why don't you see the side we can have?” with each demand, Wilhuff approached her, the cold leather of his gloves gripping her jaw, not painfully but demandingly.
He wanted her answer, his patience wearing thin when it came to his feelings for her, and his impatience met her despair when her hand cautiously rested on Tarkin's.
Her devotion unsettled him, and she saw it in the older man's gaze as it wandered briefly from his eyes to her lips.
On any other evening, under different circumstances, they would have kissed, allowing what was between them to happen, but now it seemed unattainable.
The hesitation to ask further questions and unsettle her mind was absent as Tarkin enjoyed her touch as much as she enjoyed his.
“It is you who does not want to see the possibility of defeat. The empire will fall, and my resistance will contribute to it” she replied, rediscovering her senator side as she took her hand from his and rose from the chair.
He let her, let her resist as he looked at the senator, listening to the voice of the woman he had always listened to because he liked her, because there was this connection between them.
In the reflection of the window, she saw him straighten up, smooth his uniform, and empty his glass in one swig. “Your resistance means death for the rebel scum, Senator. I will give you some more time to think it over...the Emperor's patience will not last forever” his final threat, a threat she knew would be carried out as soon as he left the room.
Yet he had been too gentle with her; he would have had anyone else tortured or would have been cruel in his own way.
No matter what Tarkin was now, his heart, just like hers, had not stopped beating for each other.
The glass clinked as he set it down on the dark table, Wilhuff gently took her hand.
The eyes of the once hopeful couple met as Tarkin kissed the back of her hand, “I will be back soon, and I hope you have changed your mind... my beloved Senator” with these words, he took his leave and turned on his heel.
The sound of the door opening and closing reached her as she lost her composure and leaned against the window, looking out into the galaxy, her curses doing nothing, her resistance little more than a delaying tactic.
The Empire fueled her hatred, and yet his kiss gave her everything her heart desired.
What was hope without love?
What was love without hope?
When they stood on two sides and only held threats against each other, while every touch showed affection.
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Mouahaha that's crazy. Maybe i'm the only one to do this in tumblr but how it's possible that nobody thought about it before ?
✨Imperial ask are open ✨
✨MASTERLIST ✨
[DATING TARKIN - HEADCANON]
🌔It is not very easy to approach Tarkin. If you did, and there was interest in it, then you are part of the political elite. You are undoubtedly the daughter of a great politician or a renowned officer. You are something quite exceptional, combining cold beauty with great intelligence.
🌔He hates futility. You are not. There are probably other women before you who have tried to circle around him, but he saw nothing but pure interest and frivolity. The fact that you behaved with him the same way you would with anyone when you first met worked in your favor.
🌔Tarkin is a glacier. He will not show any gesture of affection towards you but will welcome yours without complaining. A simple caress on his cheek or the fact that you climb into his lap when he sits at his desk thinking could be enough to melt the ice.
🌔“I love you” is not part of his vocabulary. Not even a single tender nickname will come out of his mouth. Tarkin will show his affection by accepting your presence in times when he is isolated or by letting you take part in family rituals on Eriadu.
🌔Unmaterialistic, he does not see the point of offering you anything. However, if he does it – and it will always be for a useful reason – he will never offer it to you directly. He will arrange for the gift to be left in your room or delivered by a soldier. This prevents him from your outpourings of joy which he often finds disproportionate.
🌔He rarely accompanies you in public. Your meetings are often clandestine. In the shade of a candle in his private apartments where he has the best meals brought to him. Tarkin preserves his privacy and is aware that your relationship can have an impact on himself and the way he reacts. He considers you his main weakness.
🌔And that’s probably the best compliment we can give you.
🌔Tarkin can be jealous and possessive towards you. He might have a hard time seeing that other officers are lusting after you. Perhaps this idea will even end up convincing him that he must marry you, even if it means taking the risk of revealing his weak point to the entire galaxy.
🌔In principle, he is always right. You prefer to laugh about it because nothing can change his mind. You understood that each decision had to come from him to be accepted and you learned to use your charms to achieve your ends.
🌔It is difficult for him to comfort you when you are in distress. Tarkin excludes all forms of weakness, including when they come from you. He might sometimes be aggressive because he doesn't know how to deal with your pain. But quickly, he will make up for it by offering you a moment of relaxation somewhere or simply by staying by your side to encourage you to bravely face these trials.
🌔Don't expect him to apologize to you during an argument. He will do it in a deflected way by being softer with you. Maybe even in this kind of situation he could do something for you that would be akin to romance. But do not exaggerate, it will be nothing mushy.
🌔Contrary to what one might believe. Tarkin is extremely loyal to you. Loyalty is something that is close to his heart and in this area you are tied with the Emperor. He will never give in to the seductive parades of other women as long as he shares your life. Even if your relationship is secret.
🌔Although he lets you suppose otherwise, he takes into account what you say to him and criticizes him. You've caught him several times trying to work on some of his unpleasant attitudes just to please you. You don't have to try to thank him, for fear that he will get offended and turn away. But you found it adorable.
🌔He's a busy man. The little free time he has, he tries to spend with you. You are not safe from a furtive visit to your office or apartments. In these rushed moments, Tarkin can be very demonstrative, kissing you without even exchanging a word with you. The force of your frolics at these moments reveals that he is very upset.
🌔You often hear about Orson Krennic being blamed for almost all of his troubles. Moreover, you develop a deep hatred towards him and a touch of jealousy tickles you every time Tarkin mentions him. You have the impression that he obsesses him more than you and that is a valid reason to wish him dead.
My fics (all reader inserts unless otherwise stated)
Simon “Ghost” Riley from CoD:MW2:
Frozen Sea, part 1 (Ao3)
Professor Mozus Trein from Disney’s Twisted Wonderland (all are Trein x Fem Reader):
Stay, (Ao3)
Unfinished, (Ao3)
Careful Kisses, (Ao3)
Tight Red Rope, (Ao3)
Sinful Kisses, (Ao3)
Looking for the cat (Ao3)
Kinbaku (Ao3)
Professor and Student
Grand Moff Tarkin from Star Wars:
The Sword and the Scabbard, (Ao3)
No Kisses on the Mouth, part 1 & part 2, (Ao3)
Grand Admiral Thrawn from Star Wars:
Face of the Empire (Thrawn x Original Female Character)
William Afton from Five Nights at Freddy’s:
Part of You (Forever) part 1, part 2 (Ao3)
Lust and Murder (Ao3)
Nemesis from Resident Evil:
Nemesis, The Ultimate Weapon (Ao3)
Essays:
Moon Knight, DID, & Self-Acceptance
Smutty audios I wanted to share with you, from Reddit, all NSFW:
The Night Shift (Springtrap, M4F, cnc)
Call of Duty audio list (includes Ghost, König, and Soap)
Grand Inquisitor Silvertongue (Star Wars, M4F, medical play)
Hot For Teacher & Hot For Teacher: Into the Fire (Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow, M4F)
The Riddler is Your Number One Fan! (Riddler, M4F, dubious consent)
Heisenberg’s Factory (RE8 Lord Heisenberg, M4F, dubious consent)
Heisenberg Entertains (RE8 Lord Heisenberg, M4F, dub con)
The Perfect Bride (Eddie Gluskin, M4F, rape)
And some random things: Pic of me with my DBD earrings :) And me meeting Grand Moff Tarkin
