warning : fluff, comfort, kissing, cuddling, age gap (three senior citizens), no use of Y/n
Summary : In a war between stars and political views, with conflict and intrigue, both the Empire and the Rebels need to rest and find sleep. All are glad to find some rest at the end of a long day...and to have their love by their side.
info : I think it's my first Star Wars fic here. I am currently watching Andor and I love it, I need that senior citizens and pretty Cassian and now have fun reading :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tarkin
The older one had his routines, but he also valued his privacy, especially when it came to the two of you, and when he returned to his quarters after a long day and saw you already in your dark shirt, he said, “I see your tasks went quickly…incompetence of the subordinates” his voice tinged with fatigue despite his sternness. A grateful look met you as you took off his uniform jacket and he changed into something more comfortable. Most days were long, which is why sleep was a welcome end to the day. His hand sought yours and he placed a gentle kiss on it “Tomorrow is another day”, her equally tired words brought a hint of a smile to his lips as the two of you went to bed. Tarkin, in his light sleep, his hand will always be close to yours, reaching for it, holding or just stroking it. As long as he knows you are safe he will sleep well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Luthen
On the one hand, a respected antique dealer who can show off new unusual items in his shop, on the other, a rebel who stands against the Empire. At the end of the day, when his shop closed it was you who reminded him that, you both had given your best. His steps were weary as the door to the bedroom opened and the tapping of the cane disappeared. “My tired heart” Luth heard you voice, your hands gently cupping his face as he enveloped his love in soft kisses, his devotion seemed never ending. Luthen's hand stroked your cheek as their work clothes slipped from their bodies. Even a day in the shop was exhausting when your mind was full of thoughts. The bed was the ideal place to relax and be together, in public you could only exchange looks and slight gestures of love. Luthen is usually a deep sleeper on exhausting days, but his arms wrap around you as if you were a pillow. It was reassuring for him to know that you were with him and that he didn't have to worry when he said, “Sleep well, my love” and you both finally got some rest.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cassian
Homeless, parentless, murderer, rebel captain, he had been many things and called many names. Someone who couldn't hold his tongue and knew when enough was enough and when it wasn't, Andor's talk got him into trouble that he could hardly get out of on his own, or only with a few injuries. Yet even in the darkest days, when he didn't know what to do next, coming home and finding you made his torment disappear. "You're safe," came from his lips as he pulled you into his arms. A hug that you both needed in this time of terror and upcoming war. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, “Of course I am, Cassian,” you assured him, knowing how nervous he could get when something didn't go according to plan and his improvisation didn't work. A situation that here in small room could be solved by kisses, cuddling and telling him that you were here for him. A sigh escaped the brown-haired man as he lay opposite you in bed, his eyes filled with love for having you there, his hand holding yours tightly, even though he was usually a light sleeper, at least during the few hours he had you with him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Orson
A busy director with clear goals, who had no time for distractions, whose gaze was fixed ahead and who never looked back. Whose sharp gaze and cynical tone faded when his eyes fell on his love. His hands rested on your's, “My salvation from all the incompetence of this crew” Orson was glad to finally see you again, his touch almost greedy and his kiss in which he entangled you deeply. He gave you his full attention and love as you slowly pulled away from him, but despite everything, you could see the exhaustion in the older man's eyes. He seemed to know what you were going to say and just raised a finger warningly before slowly taking off his uniform. “I just meant we should go to bed” you said with a wink, which Orson dismissed with a knowing look as you got into the bed together. Krennic values his sleep and hates being disturbed, yet he would put his arm around you and pull you close to know that you were with him, that you belong to him for the next few hours.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I thank @erosmutt for showing me the sexy possibilities one can have for Tarkin and Krennic
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.
"Hold still, my dear," Tarkin murmurs, his breath warm against your face and smelling like caf. He's helping you get dressed for your meeting with Vader, later, clasping a necklace around your neck, letting the delicate stainless durasteel chain rest on you.
You let out a soft sigh, stepping forward. You rest your forehead against his chest and wrap your arms around him, smiling at the smell of his cologne. "You're going to be there, aren't you?"
He nods, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. "Yes, I'll be attending as well, my dear." His hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you flush against him. "Lord Vader isn't as frightening as you believe him to be, you know." You look up at him with a pout. "No, he's terrifying, all big and mean and scary. I'm afraid I'll say something stupid." Tarkin sighs, giving your hips a very light, reassuring squeeze. "No need to fret, my dear. Just be quiet, and he won't have anything to say to you."
After a very stressful meeting which consisted of about an hour of watching incompetent and mouthy officers get yelled at, you end up back in Wilhuff's arms, the two of you lounging together in his quarters. Well, you're lounging. He's in the middle of looking through files on his datapad. "Wilhuff," you call to him, lips fixed in a pout as you watch his slender fingers swipe and press on the screen. "Come to bed."
"I will, soon," he murmurs, not looking up at you. "Go to sleep, love. I need to get this finished. I'll join you in just a moment." You blink up at him, then you nod, relenting with a soft sigh. "Fine." With that, you turn onto your side, getting underneath the covers. He sighs, turning off the datapad and standing, then he makes his way to the bed and gets in behind you, getting close and burying his face in your neck after turning the bedside lamp off beforehand. "Goodnight, dear."
Tarkin wasn't a tender man, nor was he a tender lover. But sometimes, when you were both exhausted in bed, there was a glimpse of some thing in his eyes.
Something else than the desire he looked at you with. It was somethingly that neither of you could understand.
He thought It It was infatuation. You were a pretty thing in his bed, according to all his desire. Yes it has to be Infatuation. Right?
That's also what you thought. But sometimes, late at night, you let yourself imagine that it was love in his eyes. That you were a woman with a name that he would and could court, not a mete assistant - yes you knew how cliché it was a man like him hocking up with his assistant-, but you let yourself dream of a future with him. It was bitersweet, but sweet nonetheless.
To hide yourself from his eyes, you sat on his bed, motioning to leave, only when you heard him "Wait". And you stopped, like the good girl you were for him.
"Yes sir ?"
"You may stay tonight"
And you only nodded before slipping inside the bed again. You knew it was one of those nights. Where you weren't the Grand Moff and his assistant but Wilhuff and y/n. He held you tight against his chest and you closed your eyes. It was one of those night your eyes where he would hold you like an anchor in the sea, like his life depended on it. And a night where he could wake you up by screaming in his sleep and you would soothe to sleep better. You two never spoke about his nightmares, but you both knew. You're were sune what they were about. Maybe his son's death on the the strocious things he had to do In his life. Weather it was one of those options, you did not asked and never will. You just helped.
But now it wasn't the time to think about that. You were in his arms and it was all that mattered.
The Hunter and the Hunted- Grand Moff Tarkin x f!Reader
Yay, I wrote something!
Grand Moff Tarkin goes on a hunt for the charming reader.
Rating: T
Might make another part for more explicit stuff, the aftermath of the hunt.
Words: 2100
Grand Moff might have been a political title, but Tarkin was a man of action. He was someone who would rather lead from the front than hide away behind the lines. Sometimes his involvement was expected, but most of the time he took control because he saw it as his responsibility as a Grand Moff; he was the one responsible for the safety of his area of control, and to keep peace in the Outer Rim he had to take things into his own hands.
This was not one of those missions. This was not about responsibility or safety, it was about lust. There were many men more capable in hunting down a cat who had gotten away from the caring hands of its owner, but no matter how professional BBA was Tarkin had no interest in paying them to catch his prized possession with their needlessly crude tactics and grimy hands. To pay them to touch her, even if he demanded the utmost care, was borderline nauseating to him, but there was another aspect to the mission Tarkin kept close and hidden: the chase. He was a hunter, all of his family were hunters, and his children would be too, it was a tradition that was important to him. It made him who he was and no matter how small or precious the game was, the hunt was what made it worth it. And you had made yourself even more desirable by thinking you could just run away and hide, not realising Tarkin was only letting you leave to show you the man he truly is.
While you thought you had the upper hand, that the odds were in your favour, Tarkin had seen this coming and made sure to give you a head start, to lull you into a false sense of security that you might get away and not be important enough to try and find. It would be your downfall, your own insecurity and reluctance to admit you were a worthy companion to him, but this would show you, this would let you know he would track you down through the Galaxy, hunt you down to adorn you with the chains of diamonds and crystals. Before this you were just someone he had his eyes on, someone to keep him company, but just by thinking you could run away like an unruly pet, you made yourself into a prey to be tracked down by a hunter.
Tarkin did a bit of research on where you might go. Your face was not unknown, so you already had a disadvantage, but it meant there were people willing to shelter you, and the large number of people you had met during your life would make it harder to locate you as you had connections around the galaxy. Still, he had a hunch; even if you had places to hide in, you didn’t want to put others in trouble. In a small village at the edge of the Outer Rim, you would stand out in your fine clothes and Core accent, and even just one person telling on you would put others at risk too. You were going to Coruscant, Chandrila, or Bar’leth, and would hide in the crowd.
No respectable job would take you when the word got around that Tarkin was looking for you, so you might find a place in the middle and lower sectors of the cities. The seedier parts of society would welcome you with open arms, but you would find it difficult to fit in, even if you learned to play by their rules. Still, an accountant or a bookkeeper for a firm operating legally yet tied to a crime family would most likely give you the stability you wanted but also the secrecy you needed. Tarkin had to locate you himself when he located the planet you were staying on, even if urban tracking was not his favourite thing to do, but you running into a forest would have been too easy and you must have known it.
–
You were sloppy, or you really didn’t think someone might come after you, as you were no one in your own eyes. It was a chance encounter you had had with the Grand Moff, only meeting as you were accompanying your boss as a secretary, taking notes while he was talking with the higher up at the Imperial Star Destroyer. You met him, shook his hand and introduced yourself like you were taught to greet nobles, and a small detail so telling didn’t go past him, especially when your last name reminded him of an old noble house in Atravis, a planet near Eriadu in the Outer Rim.
“Are you from Atravis, a part of the noble house?” He asked, clearly knowing the answer even before you had the chance to answer. You were delighted by the fact he knew of your heritage just by the name, but also felt unsettled by the fact he had the knowledge.
“A former noble house, we are now part of the Galactic Empire and under your rule, Grand Moff”, you answered, smiling, and that was the end of your first interaction with each other. You continued to follow your boss around, calculating the costs and time it would take to prepare the fittings for the spaces that had taken a few too many lasers in a battle.
The tour and repairs were coordinated by an imperial navy officer who didn’t seem to care about you before the short interaction with Tarkin. He kept glancing towards you every now and then, like making sure you didn’t run away, but something about the gaze was weird, like it was switching between confusion and pity. Maybe it was because of the mention of a noble house, even if it no longer existed, and you were never actually part of it, having been born right after the house was dissolved. It could have survived if your family had had political pull or money, or even a few members in the Imperial Navy, but all control was given to the Empire and your family were now just Imperial citizens. Still, your name remained, and it had caught the eye of a man.
—
A small Lambda shuttle landed at a secret spaceport, off the prying eyes of the public and off the record. Five men stepped out, all in military uniforms, blasters hidden on the side, but the main weapons were stun batons ready for quick draw. Each one of the men seemed like they had seen battles and took this operation with the same seriousness as any other mission. As soon as the men made it to the city centre, they dispersed, clearly not blending into the crowd. They followed Tarkin, who confidently trekked through the people, clearly knowing where he was going, and the people gave him way.
He knew you were here, in Bar’leth, because your own family had told him, afraid of the consequences of even trying to cross the Empire, clearly remembering what it had led to in the past. You had told them you were relocating to Bar’leth, to change up your life, and that you would keep in contact, but needed some time to get your shit together. That was all Tarkin needed to find you. The first time you two dined together you had mentioned a friend in academia, who specialised in Kel Dor cultural studies, and Bar’leth had the only university in Core that still housed those studying that area. You had been hesitant to talk too much about yourself, but the people that surrounded you spoke much more, and he liked that about you.
Tarkin arrived at the university library, wondering if he had to do anything other than tell you to come with him when you would meet again. From all he had seen his first thought was no, but there was no guarantee. Maybe you had changed in a month, but Tarkin knew he understood you better than you could ever know yourself. You had been taught to be a lady, a sweet woman to be by the side of a gentleman. He would be the one to give you back your status your family’s disobedience had robbed you of, and he would make sure no one else would disrespect you again. Your every move, every gesture, every carefully chosen word, every wide smile you tried to hide, all that was meant to be seen in high society, to be the face of a noble house, and Tarkin would give it to you. You would be the face of House Tarkin. A gentle face for the house while Wilhuff would be the voice.
Everything is politics, and a deceptive face was what he needed to make sure he would hear better when he could not be there. Women were the first to know when something was happening and he needed ears to make sure he also heard it. Soon, he would have control over more than just his fleet, more than the Navy, more than the Outer Rim. He would have control over you and your feelings as well, and there was nothing as sweet as your submission.
—-
You ran, ran into the nearby forest as soon as you could, having sneaked into a shuttle with just the clothes on your back and whatever your small bag had had the night you had met Tarkin for a drink. He was an intimidating man, yet so kind to you. If you had met under different circumstances, you might have fallen in love over time, but now you were afraid of him. Seeing the man as he truly was had made you fear him more than you could ever love him. Cold, calculating, controlling, and he wholeheartedly believed in the politics of the Empire. You were only safe because you were a human with no apparent connections to anything.
This was your only chance to escape, to disappear from the grasps of this man. No matter how minute the chance of escaping was, you had to try, and to be honest, he shouldn’t be that interested in you, he really shouldn’t. He was a Tarkin, a Grand Moff, an Imperial officer. You had nothing to your name, even the name was worthless. You had been a secretary to a local company boss, but now you couldn’t even go back to being that or he might find you again. So you ran until you found a cave to disappear into just for the night, to think about what you should do, but not long after you saw lights in the distance. Few, but still lights that were coming closer.
Trembling in fear, you tried to silence the sobs that were escaping your lips, but as the lights started to get closer and you started hearing voices, you knew you had no chance of escaping. You could try to run, but it was dark and you were tired, so you did your best and hid behind some rocks, staying still as you kept your breathing calm and quiet.
The steps came closer, you could hear them clearly as the person coming closer did not try hiding his steps. He won, you thought as you heard a metallic click.
A strong hand on your shoulder pushed you to the ground, and as your eyes flew open from the surprise, you saw the face of Wilhuff Tarkin. It surprised you that he had made it to you himself, and as you laid there under Tarkin’s body, looking up at the man, you realised how much he enjoyed this. The hunt. This was as much about the hunt as it was about getting you back. He looked alive, a monstrous spark in his smile, like a predator who had cornered its prey, and you felt like a prey, but rather than feeling disappointed or afraid, you felt desired and alive. He noticed, he saw the change in your expression, and changed his plan.
“I give you a month. Hide, run, start a new life, disappear. I will then hunt you down again, because I will find you on my own, and you will be mine then. Go.”
—
You could hear the whispers around the library, and your friend told you to hide, but you knew better than to do that. He won, he found you. You could try to run again, but that would put everyone around you, maybe even those just hanging in the library at the time, in danger, so you went past your friend, walked towards your hunter as you took off the fake anti-oxygen mask you had hidden behind. Tarkin had seen you and recognised you even with the mask. He patiently waited for you to come to him, his hand ready to take your hand in his, to guide you back to him:
“Come.”
....
Hope you liked it, please comment and/or reblog, especially if you want more!
This was partly inspired by this post by @pileofsith so thank you.
Summary - You’re a rebel who got caught by the Empire again through your careless actions and Tarkin decides to try to get information out of you in a way nobody would expect...
Warnings - it’s got smut, fingering and a little fluff
“We tortured her sir and she didn’t talk what makes you think she’ll talk this time? What’s your plan anyway?”
“I’m going to seduce her.”
“Seduce her?” he scoffs, “No offense sir, but what makes you think you can do that?”
Tarkin gives a wide smile, “Oh I may not look it lieutenant, but I am very good in bed and if I can get her there she’ll do whatever I tell her.”
The lieutenant seems a little bit disturbed upon learning this new information about his superior but shakes it off soon enough.
“Where are you taking me?” I command.
He doesn’t respond nor did I expect him too but I wanted to ask. When the door opens Vader roughly pushes me though and the door behind me is slammed shut. What I see when I regain my balance is Wilhuff Tarkin posed seductively on the table, a glass of wine in his hand and a handsome smirk on his face.
“Why am I here?” I say, more sheepishly then I’d have liked. He doesn’t respond but gets off the table with one swift motion and uncuffs me, his hand lingering on mine.
I want to show my anger but can’t seem to find it as he starts unbuttoning my shirt. I could stop him, he knows that, but I let him. I also let him unclip my bra and place his hands on my breasts. I grab his arm and practically moan as his thumbs move over my nipples, “Tarkin...I want you…”
“I know sweetheart…” he replies, dipping down to kiss me with the sweetest most tender kisses I’d ever felt.
Tarkin then picks me up and takes me over to the bed quickly stripping off the top half of his uniform. For an older man he’s in good shape...
When that’s done I tug him over to me trapping him in some more kisses while he works off my pants. He inserts a couple of his fingers inside me and smirks when I gasp, “Already so wet for me aren’t you baby girl…”
Tarkin works his fingers inside me for a while until I reach down and grab the bulging cock hiding inside his trousers.
“Yea... you want that don’t you sweetheart…” he says giving me a kiss on the cheek before he finally takes off his pants to reveal a magnificent cock. I lick my lips at the sight of it.
After looking my naked body over with a smirk he finally climbs on the bed and thrusts his length inside me, hearing his moan for the first time.
“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” I ask, a big grin on my face. Our eyes meet and they tell me all I need to know.
He starts slow, kissing me as he goes. As time went on my ability to hold back my moans faltered and I had to pull my lips away to moan loudly into his ear.
Tarkin slowed down for a second to encourage me more, “That’s it baby, scream for me…”
As he came inside me my fingernails raked down his back, his beautiful face showed no signs of any pain I may have caused, only that of a pleasurable release. Seconds later I orgasm filling the room with my loud moan.
“Beautiful…” he whispers pulling out after I had milked every last drop and lying beside me.
I turn to him, admiring his features as I think over what just happened.
“I can’t believe that just happened…” slips from my mind and out of my mouth.
He gives a soft smile before speaking, “I’m certainly glad it did.”
“Me too.”
“I’ve been wanting to do that to you for quite some time now…”
“Then why didn’t we until now?”
“I’m an old man sweetheart and you’re so beautiful and young...I didn’t think of your interest in me until today. The way you looked at me when you thought I wouldn’t notice and that lip biting you do…”
“I couldn’t help it...there’s always been something about you that I knew I needed…”
Eventually he sighs and gets up to put on his uniform. “You know,” I start, “Now it makes sense why I was always able to escape, it’s because you let me.”
Wilhuff smirks, “Well of course, you’re not that good…”
I throw a pillow at him before he leaves. I always hated watching him go.
“So did you get the location?” Tarkin is asked meeting up with Lord Vader and The Emperor. Tarkin hesitates before answering, “Not yet.”
“Then perhaps I should have a try,” Vader suggests, about to head off when Tarkin prevents him from doing so by displaying an outburst of emotion that the two had never seen from him.
“Don’t lay a finger on her!” he yells shocking himself even.
“I don’t believe it, she made you soft,” Vader mocks.
“Don’t touch her!” Tarkin growls again.
“Regardless of your feelings for this girl,” The Emperor starts, “If we don’t have the information by tomorrow we will have to use alternate methods, ones that are likely to kill her.”
“Then I will get the location,” Tarkin says sourly storming off without another word.
When he got back the young rebel was already asleep. It’d been hard for her to sleep in the cell, the bed gave her a much needed rest.
Tarkin gave a soft smile upon looking at her sleeping figure. He was happy she was still there with him. She could’ve very easily escaped but she didn’t want to.
Tarkin retook off his uniform and climbed carefully on the bed as to not wake her up, whispering a “goodnight my love,” before falling asleep himself.
“Good morning beautiful…”
“Good morning…”
His face is inches from mine and his naked body is pressed against me when he asks, “How would you feel about some morning sex…”
“I would feel like you don’t have to ask…”
“That’s my girl…” he says kissing me as he slowly puts a couple of his fingers inside me. I lay on my back as he starts going harder, him watching my face intently as he does it, he got me right up to the edge and then stopped. I give an annoyed sigh before he climbs between my legs and starts to kiss me, his hands roaming my body.
Eventually between kisses I beg, “I...need you...inside me…”
He grabs his cock in his hand, putting just his tip in before pulling it out, “First I’m going to need you to tell me the something...I need to know where your rebel base is.”
“Tarkin!” I growl in anger.
“I can’t fuck you unless you tell me…”
I groan and give up the name of our base. I figured he was gonna pull some shit like this but I still feel angry and betrayed. He got up, found his uniform then stopped to look at me.
Seeing all that anger caused him to stop completely and sit on the bed. “I’m sorry...it was either you tell me or they kill you...I didn’t mean to hurt you babe…”
“What do you care?”
“Do you still remember the first time we met?”
“Yea, of course…”
“That’s when I fell in love with you.”
Hearing those words come out of his mouth shocked the living hell out of me but when our eyes met I knew he was telling the truth.
‘’Through all my anger for you there was always a desire there and having acted on that desire...Waking up next to you, well it felt like I was home…I love you too.”
We kiss a couple times before he pulls back and says, “I still have to tell them though…”
“I know…” I sigh, “now fuck me will you?”
“Of course my love,” he says positioning himself between my legs and sticking his length into me. I can’t help but let out a satisfied groan. Wilhuff of course has to tease me about it, “You really do need my cock don’t you baby…” he says starting his soft thrusts.
I try to fight back the words but can’t, “Harder please!” I scream.
He smirks at my desperation, “I don’t think so sweetheart…” he says moving down to kiss me as he cock continues to move slowly in and out, not giving me the simulation I need.
When he pulls back from his passionate and quite lovely kisses he stops his movement all together and I groan again, “Quite the needy little girl aren’t you…”
“Wilhuff please…”
“I do love how desperate you are for me but I hate taking orders…” he starts his slow thrusts once more and I decide to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his length moving inside my body. But then, finally, he starts picking up the pace, his thrusts getting harder and faster.
“You’re lucky my patience has run thin my dear…” he pants moments before he finally gives me the release I need. I screamed out his name and arched my back as I came around his cock.
His orgasm was quick to follow and this time he moaned for me and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
After a few minutes of laying beside me Wilhuff groans and gets up to put on his uniform. Once he’s finished he stops to look me over, letting out a sigh, “I love you and I know that I shouldn’t...things will be difficult for the both of us from this moment forward for I am willing to suffer a great deal to keep you if you wish to stay.”
“Wilhuff, I feel like you don’t have to ask…”
He tilts his head. I suppose you knew he was never good at this sort of thing, feeling wanted that is, especially in the way I wanted, in the way I needed him. I knew the feeling too, a little more than I’m willing to admit…
“I want to be with you Tarkin, I love you.”
“I love you too my dear...please forgive me for what I’m going to do…”
“It’s fine Wilhuff...It’s fine…” I say, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek before he leaves. I could easily forgive him for what he didn’t know was that the small rebel base I gave up would be more than ready for an attack...
Here is a list of the rest of the fanfictions that I’ve written so far if interested
Tagging @multi-villain-imagines (because they asked to be tagged in everything) and @potato-dragons who’s the one I did this for. LOVE YOU GUYS.
If any of you want to be tagged in any of my stuff please let me know.
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!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
Waiitttt I really want to see a yandere Tarkin with isekai! Reader now 🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏 please?
Yandere! Tarkin with an isekaid Darling
Isekai (Japanese: 異世界, transl. 'different world', 'another world', or 'other world') is a sub-genre of fiction. It includes novels, light novels, films, manga, webtoons, anime, and video games that revolve around a person or people who are transported to and have to survive in another world.
Warning: manipulation, obsession, stalking and mentions of gaslighting
Here you go, anon! I hope you like it.
Tarkin is a very high ranking officer for the Galactic Empire, meaning that to get near him is a difficult task.
It would probably already be a massive shock for his darling to suddenly just appear in the Star Wars universe.
You would either somehow join the Empire, maybe even being a spy and grow through its ranks or be a problem to his forces worthy enough of his attention.
The first part would be more positive because most of the time gaining Tarkin’s keen eye wouldn’t mean any good.
He’s an extremely intelligent man with a lot of battle experience as he had served in the clone wars before the republic became the galactic empire.
A man who proceeded his reputation as a strategic genius. He after all was one of very few that gained the Emperor’s respect and not without reason.
He’s a very self absorbed man and nearly always busy. Not just anyone captures his attention.
His darling could be a new officer that showed their intellect in battle tactics and being promising asset for the Empire. Of course his isekaid darling would probably avoid the Grand moff, but he isn’t ignorant to details.
You didn’t seem at all familiar with the type of new advanced technology aboard the ship, even the basics like the holopads and datapads. The excuses his darling tried to make up to the teaching officers never seemed to leave his mind.
Yet every human civilisation was advanced enough to have the basic tech.
Something wasn’t adding up. If only you hadn’t gotten his attention then he wouldn’t have noticed. That’s where his interests in his darling grew.
Tarkin would be a very intelligent, calculating and patient Yandere. He would try to find as much information as he can on his darling, which would lead to him finding abnormalities that would only encourage his suspicions.
You were a puzzle to solve and the grand moff was glad to do so.
He’d always enjoyed solving problems.
If you were a simple mere unimportant officer to him than well he would give the case to others, but the grand moff didn’t want to bring his darling cadet in any danger.
His cold heart did form an attachment to his darling after having a personal conversation with them.
Who would ever belief the likes of him growing a fondness for a mere cadet whom was so incredibly clumsy? If only it was just a simple spark of interest, unfortunately it was more than that.
I think that at some point Tarkin would find out that his Darling is from another universe, because they would eventually talk or be made to talk about it by him.
Tarkin would probably be surprised about the concept at first, but it explained so much to him.
His Yandere side would freak out about others getting to know your secret. He couldn’t have that happening.
The Moff wouldn’t even share it with his Emperor for his darling’s sake. It was also a manipulative reason to keep them with him and away from anyone else.
