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[sprite-the-librarian]

i genuinely cannot tell whether i love or hate this cover. i guess i wanted something simple and impactful for, what would be, a very horny book. i guess it's hard to make a cover for a book that would have mo consistent theme besides ✨smut✨

idk i did the best i could… or wanted to…

anyways if you can't tell by now i'm a HUGE fan of this author, @thewriterowl. PLEASE CHECK OUT THEIR WORK!!!

the fic can be found right here!

[xrusos]

It glowed and swayed, playing around their feet and heading up high into the air. Under the sun everything glistened and Din found he was almost entranced by it all. It rushed around them, he could feel it playing around his suit and for a moment he was regretful he decided to wear his full armor out.  I’m loving What the Stars Let In by @thewriterowl!

[starboundanon]

:D hi...Sith!Din??? Can I has? Any sort of idea or head-canon or whatever you want--I am not a big fan of Sith!Luke but bury me in Sith!Din trash please.

Owl, samesies. Absolutely samesies.

One helping heap of Sith!Din, coming right up.

TW: darkfic

In this particular AU, I think the Death Watch members who saved Din when he was a child were still led by Maul. He’s separated from most of Mandalore, but he still has a rather loyal group of followers, and when they find this small, angry, Force-sensitive youngling amongst the rubble of yet another Separatist attack, Maul takes him as his apprentice.

Din is a natural. The pain of losing his parents, his fear of droids, his hatred of the separatists and later, the Empire — all of it swirls together into an incredible mastery of the Dark side of the Force. For twelve years, Maul teaches Din everything he knows, and before he knows it, he has the perfect partner he always wanted.

But Maul is still Maul, and when he catches wind that Obi-Wan Kenobi is on that insignificant dustball Tatooine, he drags Din there to kill him once and for all. The two are a formidable match for the Jedi, but Maul’s obsession leaves him open and vulnerable, and Obi-Wan mortally wounds him.

Din knows he’s no match for Obi-Wan on his own and retreats. Before he leaves Tatooine, he feels a ripple through the Force; a calling that confuses and troubles him. The calling leads him to a farm deep in the heart of the desert — where a young, bright, clearly Force-sensitive youngling is happily at play.

Obi-Wan is not far behind him, however, and chases him away with a protective aggression that surprises Din. He concedes to leave the planet and the strange enigma of the Force-bright child he found amongst the drifting sands — for now, anyway.

On his own, masterless and intending to return to his tribe, Din takes up bounty hunting to earn money and fuel his travels. He eventually reunites with the Death Watch and earns his beskar, seen almost as a leader figure now that Maul is gone. He decides to continue bounty hunting for now, since it pays well, and eventually, after years of steady work, finds himself in the employ of certain high-level Imperials, including Darth Vader himself.

Din is one of the thousands of hunters who accepts the bounty on the Rebel who destroyed the Death Star. He’s more than a little surprised when the blurred Holo of the boy’s face awakens a calling in him — the Force practically vibrating with recognition. It’s the boy. The desert child from Tatooine. All grown up, now, and out there wreaking havoc on the galaxy. Din’s intrigue skyrockets. Maul used to tell him certain things were simply the Will of the Force . . . this is clearly one of them.

He hunts Luke down, coming closer than any other hunter before him, including Boba Fett, with Din’s mastery of the Force. Vader takes notice of his many close-calls and expresses interest in Din’s abilities — over time, the pair forms an unlikely duo, a true Sith master and apprentice with enough power and skill to overthrow the Emperor himself.

When Vader finds out the truth about his son, about the Rebel pilot who destroyed the Death Star, that’s exactly what they do.

Once the galaxy is firmly under their rule, the first task Vader gives him — as his Master, and as his new Emperor — is to find and bring his son to him, no matter what it takes.

[starboundanon]

It has been a day of asks and head-canons! (and glorious updates by you, our trash-panda king) you up for sharing your own (more) Dark!Din head-canons? If you have enough on your plate, no worries on that--totally get it! I just want to hear other's thoughts on it since it seems that's what the people want at the moment (I still have about four more in my box lol)

My beloved Owl, you know I am always and eternally happy to talk about dark!Din.

TW: I’m going to talk about dark!Din.

Din isn’t the type of guy to seek out romantic partnership. Getting his dick wet simply doesn’t matter to him. Intimacy, physical affection, human attention? He’s gone through extensive training to overcome such things. It’s a requirement before you can swear the Creed; you have to be able to withstand the urges. Din excelled at this in his training. Such frivolous things are beneath him: he’s a warrior, nothing more.

And then he meets Luke Skywalker.

Maybe he accepts a bounty to bring down the famed Hero of the Rebellion. Maybe he follows the mysterious Jedi and his son back to Luke’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Jedi Temple, unwilling to part with Grogu no matter what this handsome stranger says about attachments. Maybe he simply spots Luke across a room, in some shithole canteena in the darkest corner of the galaxy, and thinks, that’s a nice face.

Din’s not a cruel man. It’s not a desire to harm that overwhelms him. It’s just . . . an itch. An itch he can’t scratch, even back in the safety of his ship, armor stripped bare and hand fisted around his cock. Hunger. Need. Feelings he hasn’t felt — has trained himself not to feel — for twenty goddamn years. Din is starving. He needs something. But no matter what he tries, golden hair and sky-blue eyes and a dimpled smile that speared him right through his heart haunts him, haunts him, haunts him.

He tries to do things the “normal” way, even though he doesn’t really know what that looks like. He strikes up a conversation, aware he’s awkward and overly direct, but Luke seems charmed by his lacking conversation skills. He laughs at his deadpan jokes, takes the lead when Din struggles with what to say, even — maybe, if Din isn’t totally imagining it — flirts with him, a sly smirk over the rim of his spotchka glass.

“Are Jedi allowed to drink?” Din asks, curious.

Luke shrugs. “I guess that’s up to me, being the last one and all.”

And Din maybe falls just a little bit in love. This man is a warrior, like him. The survivor of a cultural genocide. Burdened with a weight no one person should carry. And utterly, helplessly alone with all of that, drowning in the solitude of it.

For the first time in Din’s life he’s confronted with the possibility of something he never knew he needed: someone who can understand. Who knows it feels like. Who can see him, even through the beskar. It’s a craving he hasn’t ever felt compelled to satisfy. Now, the thought of depriving himself of it seems worse than death.

He asks Luke, outright, if the younger man will come back to his ship with him. He doesn’t expect him to say yes, and doesn’t let himself be disappointed when the blond simply smiles and says he needs to be heading back. It’s not a defeat. This, Din knows, is far from over. Luke will understand in time; he’ll see Din, the way Din can now see him.

He watches the Jedi leave, black robes trailing behind him, and promises himself, the universe and Luke as well, if the blond is daring to read his mind: Mark my words, little Jedi — you will be mine.

[starboundanon]

Gonna do an head cannon from you now! XD What would Vader be like (maybe Din, I dunno) if he ever managed to find holos of Luke as a child? Like Beru actually kept a small album of Luke? Him as an infant, as a toddler (omg), growing up, etc? Think it would shut him down? Want grand babies? Demand Luke give him that to experience??

So in one of Vader’s comics (I don’t remember which one) he goes to the Lars’ farm with this creepy little droid thing after learning Luke is his son, to try to find any information he can. While he’s there, the droid is narrating who Luke was based on the information they have (hated Tatooine, wanted to be a pilot, applied to the Imperial Academy, etc. etc.) and after Vader doesn’t find what he’s looking for (and gets triggered with memories of his mother, Padmé, and Luke dying) he goes outside and starts wrecking shit with the Force, while the droid says something along the lines of, “Ah yes, that’s right. You came here to punish someone . . . but there’s no one left.”

Now, just imagine with me, that while Vader’s snooping through his son’s childhood bedroom, he finds Holos of Luke as a boy. As a toddler making sand sculptures of starships in front of their farm. As a youngling climbing on things he shouldn’t, or grinning proudly next to the first droid he ever built. As a tween helping his aunt cook. As a teen helping his uncle fix the vaporators. Holos of Luke after his first bush piloting experience with Biggs. Luke curled up on the sofa, sleeping in all his clothes, mouth open with a wrench loosely gripped in his hand. Luke looking out at the horizon, grinning beneath twin suns.

Vader would fucking shut down, I will fight you on this. Any version of Vader would see these photos and be overwhelmed with every emotion — joy, anger, grief, adoration, despair, hope — all of it. Canon Vader would be so emotional he’d probably destroy the place and stand there uselessly while the only photos of his child he would ever have burned in front of him. Fanon Vader would take every Holo he could carry and squirrel them into his ship like the greediest little rat, hissing if anyone came too close for fear of losing them.

Later, after he finally finds his baby and brings him home, and shows him to his new quarters (convenienly shared with his father, of course) Luke would be shocked to see all of his childhood Holos on display, the only things in the entire room that are even slightly homey.

Vader looks at the Holos of Luke as a baby every night before he finds him, stroking the chubby, perfect face of his son, promising they will be together again soon.

The transparisteel frame, Luke notices, that protects the photo of him as a newborn, has finger-shaped smudges over the Holo of his face, where leather-clad gloves worried away at the frame for what must have been thousands of times.

[starboundanon]

STARBOUND!! MY LOVE! OH MY GOD!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?! OH MY GOD! THE AMAZINGNESS!! HOW DARE YOU?!