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Masterlist
This is a list with links to all of my fanfics
DC
Dating MAWS Clark (Headcannons)
Star Wars
Irresistibly Yours Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Reader (One Shot)
Within Close Proximity Darth Vader x Reader (One Shot)
Yandere Suitless Vader (Headcannons)
Denial Darth Vader x Reader (One Shot)
Vader In A Relationship (Headcannons)
Vader In the Talking Stage (Headcannons)
Endgame (Darth Vader x Reader)
Preview
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 (In Progress)
Question! Do you only strictly write for Clark Kent MAWS?
I write for MAWS, Man of Steel (Henry Cavill), and Worlds Finest (comics) Clark Kent. Otherwise, other DC characters would be Wonder Woman, Batman, or the Flash.
For My Adventures Clark, what about head-cannons and/or fanfic on what he does to make his girlfriend laugh & smile?
Gender neutral headcannons! How Clark comforts you, cares for you, tries to show love, and cheer you up.
Clark is observant, that much is clear. From X-ray and enhanced vision to super hearing, he uses all of his Kryptonian abilities at his disposal when it comes to you.
He could be halfway across the city stopping an entire robbery. All of the sudden you say something along the lines of being in pain and he's moving at unregistrable speed to get to you as soon as possible (of course after quickly finishing what he was doing). And yes, you are the only person he willingly listens in on.
Clarks always alert with how you're feeling, even if he's far away, he prioritizes your well being like you do his.
Feeling overstimulated/overwhelmed? Clark helps you get away from all of the commotion. Whether that's going up above the clouds and flying for a bit, or finding you a secluded spot to cool down and leaving you be.
He pays attention to your habits, along with common expressions you make when you're feeling a certain way. Especially when zoned out, Clark gently tries to get your attention to keep you grounded and helps in any way he can.
If he's really busy he might text you something random like 'look up'. You do, and suddenly you see a massive heart drawn into the sky, watching him wave to you from far above before going back to saving the city.
Clark loves to leave you notes too, things hidden in your office drawer, or in the lounge room fridge with a small sticky note attached.
He always gets you fresh flowers from a florist that gives him discounts. The thing is though, they're always hand picked, with different combinations and thought out reasons for as to why he chose those specific flowers. Maybe it reminded him of your eye color, or that specific flower stands for something. Whatever it is, the vase that sits on your desk always gets exchanged frequently, and is always taken care of.
Clark also loves picking you up, spinning you around and hugging you. He's very careful not to hurt you though, but those moments are often filled with mutual laughter.
A major part of Clarks love language is understanding and accepting his partner fully due to his own circumstances as a Kryptonian. While he may be aware of habits and or disabilities you have right off the bat, he wants you to tell him yourself when you’re ready, but he is your number one supporter.
He always tries to make you feel more comfortable in your skin, knowing what it’s like to be rejected and out of place in his own. You each teach one another about your different culture, and Clark takes it upon himself to do a good amount of research if it means getting to know you better!
Clark also loves physical touch, especially small gestures like hand holding. Even if you two had argued, or if you're upset, he always tries to reassure you by softly squeezing your hand, thumbing your skin, etc. His hands are quite large, and I like to think holding his partner's hand grounds him just as much as it grounds you.
I love writing for him, please feel free to request more!!
Requests Info
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Rules
When submitting a request be sure to be specific unless you want me to write it how I interpret it.
I only write reader x characters at the moment.
I don't write smut.
You are welcome to submit as many requests as you like. I will try my best to meet expectations. DMS are always open.
I can write headcanons, imagines, and one shots.
I will try my best to meet expectations. I will choose the requests that most interest me.
Characters I Write For:
Clark Kent/Superman (My Adventures With Superman)
Clark Kent/Superman (Man of Steel aka Henry Cavill Verse)
What I Will Write:
Yandere
Fluff
Angst
Gore
ADHD (Will be written from experience in having it myself)
Anxiety (Will be written from experience in having it myself)
Female/Male/Gender Neutral Reader
What I Wont Write:
Breakups
Incest
Underage
Illegal Age Gap
Cheating
Smut
Dating My Adventures With Superman's Clark! (Headcannons)
Gender neutral headcannons to keep us alive and thriving will I write up a much longer fic.
Clark's most prominent love language is acts of service.
If he's out early saving the city, he'll text you a good morning with an update about his whereabouts. If not, he's your ride to work, and loves taking you above the clouds to watch the sunrise on the way.
He always get your coffee/tea and breakfast from your favorite cafe. Flies into your apartment and drops it off on the nightstand as quiet as possible so not to disturb you. On the days he's not busy fighting crime he likes to make you breakfast to wake up to, although its rare.
He also takes it upon himself to have a note in his phone or list in his apartment with all of your food orders and favorite things.
While he's out casually patrolling he has a habit of taking photos of things that remind him of you.
Dates are rare for you two, and you've mutually agreed there's no hard feelings on that. It's the little things like sharing a meal together or even just working on articles together that he tries to prioritize, and sometimes he'll fly you both over to his parent's home for dinner just to get out of the city.
Cuddling? He's an expert.
The best big spoon you have ever met. Clark loves pulling you in close to his chest and rests his head in the crook of your neck. When you're facing him, he always has a habit of memorizing your facial features, running a hand through your hair and making sure you're warm.
Out flying late at night or early in the morning when it's cold? Clark always wraps his cape around you, or gives you his jacket. His arms are just as good though, and his first priority is your comfort. He's always worried about squeezing you too hard, but sometimes he can't help it. Especially after big events or fights, holding onto you is a must.
At the beginning of your relationship Clark was incredibly cautious about physical touch. He would ask to kiss you, visibly tense when thinking of touching you, and was shy as all get out. The thought of making you uncomfortable or hurting you lingered far too much for his own good until you two talked it out, and soon enough holding hands transitioned into hugs from behind and soft kisses on your neck.
He's a big fan of forehead kisses too. Just hugged? Forehead kiss. Dropped off breakfast for you while you're still asleep? Forehead kiss. About to go save the city? Forehead kiss.
The best protective teddy bear.
Clark is incredibly understanding, however, he feels it's his duty to take care of you as your boyfriend, and will ensure you eat, sleep, and are both physically and mentally well at all times.
Even if you don't think he's listening, he pays attention, and takes note of your habits to ensure you're not backtracking or hurting yourself.
As someone who has been rejected by the world for his differences he is incredibly supportive of yours and wants to help you in anyway he can, whether that's helping you be organized, reminding you of things, calming you done, etc.
PLEASE REQUEST MORE SUPERMAN FICS/HEADCANNONS!!
He watches you sleep. Not in a 'sneak into your room', creepy way. It's fair game if you just happen to fall asleep in the same room as him. He lived on a farm, he's used to waking up at dawn, and the sight of watching the sunrise through the window, illuminating his still sleeping lover laying next to him in bed is his favorite thing to witness. He will deny it if you catch him doing it though.
As superman, he saved a florist once and now he gets special discounts for bouquets at that particular flower shop, getting fresh flowers for dirt cheap. You can expect a lot of flowers as gifts.
SCOOP N' SMOOCH! He's tall, and yeah he likes bending down to give you a kiss, but what he REALLY loves is picking you up to give you a kiss instead.
He likes when he's addressed by pet names, nick names, terms of endearment, ETC, like "Big guy" or "Smallville", but he's not really one for calling other people that. Things like "Darling" or "Honey" just never felt right to him coming out of his mouth, UNTIL he comes to learn more about Kryptonian culture and language, beyond the warrior aspect. He comes to use terms of endearment from the Kryptonian language. The Kyrptonian translations of words like "My love", My heartbeat, or "My warmth". It becomes like a secret part of himself that he wants to share specifically with his special someone.
Dating My Adventures With Superman's Clark! (Headcannons)
Gender neutral headcannons to keep us alive and thriving will I write up a much longer fic.
Clark's most prominent love language is acts of service.
If he's out early saving the city, he'll text you a good morning with an update about his whereabouts. If not, he's your ride to work, and loves taking you above the clouds to watch the sunrise on the way.
He always get your coffee/tea and breakfast from your favorite cafe. Flies into your apartment and drops it off on the nightstand as quiet as possible so not to disturb you. On the days he's not busy fighting crime he likes to make you breakfast to wake up to, although its rare.
He also takes it upon himself to have a note in his phone or list in his apartment with all of your food orders and favorite things.
While he's out casually patrolling he has a habit of taking photos of things that remind him of you.
Dates are rare for you two, and you've mutually agreed there's no hard feelings on that. It's the little things like sharing a meal together or even just working on articles together that he tries to prioritize, and sometimes he'll fly you both over to his parent's home for dinner just to get out of the city.
Cuddling? He's an expert.
The best big spoon you have ever met. Clark loves pulling you in close to his chest and rests his head in the crook of your neck. When you're facing him, he always has a habit of memorizing your facial features, running a hand through your hair and making sure you're warm.
Out flying late at night or early in the morning when it's cold? Clark always wraps his cape around you, or gives you his jacket. His arms are just as good though, and his first priority is your comfort. He's always worried about squeezing you too hard, but sometimes he can't help it. Especially after big events or fights, holding onto you is a must.
At the beginning of your relationship Clark was incredibly cautious about physical touch. He would ask to kiss you, visibly tense when thinking of touching you, and was shy as all get out. The thought of making you uncomfortable or hurting you lingered far too much for his own good until you two talked it out, and soon enough holding hands transitioned into hugs from behind and soft kisses on your neck.
He's a big fan of forehead kisses too. Just hugged? Forehead kiss. Dropped off breakfast for you while you're still asleep? Forehead kiss. About to go save the city? Forehead kiss.
The best protective teddy bear.
Clark is incredibly understanding, however, he feels it's his duty to take care of you as your boyfriend, and will ensure you eat, sleep, and are both physically and mentally well at all times.
Even if you don't think he's listening, he pays attention, and takes note of your habits to ensure you're not backtracking or hurting yourself.
As someone who has been rejected by the world for his differences he is incredibly supportive of yours and wants to help you in anyway he can, whether that's helping you be organized, reminding you of things, calming you done, etc.
PLEASE REQUEST MORE SUPERMAN FICS/HEADCANNONS!!
Which one?
Henry Cavill's Superman
My Adventures With Superman's Superman
Currently writing a hefty romantic fanfiction about the beloved man of steel and can't decide which version of him to go with. Any preferences?
can i request a yandere suitless vader please? thank you!
Yandere Suitless Vader (Headcanons)
A/N: Ahsoka ep. 4 brought me out of the trenches.
When he falls in love with you he knows he has two options. He can make you agree with a wave of his hand, manipulating your thoughts and emotions in his favor immediately, or he could go the softer route and get you to like him yourself. At least, that's what he tells himself.
At first you were terrified of him like everyone else, which he didn't want whatsoever. He would be a very good manipulator even without the force, but he's clever in the way he uses it.
Whenever you thought of him or were near him he'd make sure you felt this sense of safety. It was special, in that you only felt that comfortableness in his presence. It slowly diminished your fear in him, and as you two grew closer, it made you like him even more.
This man is watching you 24/7 through the force, even in meetings it's on autopilot and he's ensuring your safety. Probably has some kind of camera installed in your quarters as well even though he can see you fine through the force.
You're upset? You get this sudden suggestion in your mind to come see him. I wonder why...
He is the definition of obsessive and knows everything there is to know about you. Pays attention a little too well and takes note of almost all of your habits. It's terrifying.
He thinks he's the only person that should consume your time and will destroy your relationship or kill off your significant other if you have one at the time.
He might kill two birds with one stone and use the force on your best friend to make them cheat with your significant other so you'll lose the closest people to you. If that happens he is 100% making sure you go to him for comfort.
"Neither of them deserve you, you know that?"
Then he would kill both of them, for your sake of course.
He is actually very sweet to you, but will be harsh if you don't listen.
"I'm doing this to protect you, can't you see that?"
If you try and escape or flee for any sort of reason the entirety of Vader's fist (the 501st for the empire) is on the hunt for you, and this man is ripping apart the galaxy until you're in his arms again. I don't advise running.
I don't think he would even resort to locking you in his quarters he might just manipulate your mind to the point where you wouldn't question leaving his side. He's too powerful for you to resist.
Wants you by his side 24/7 unless he is fighting. Then and only then would he consider locking you away, not because he doesn't trust you but others might try and take advantage of you.
You can't hide anything from him and he is very clear about it.
If you reject his love without his influence, then he will make you want it.
He is the definition of controlling and possessive, good luck getting out of this one
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wo dering if you could do an enemies to lover anakin imagine. kind of like friends to enemies to lovers or something like that and it ends in them making out o whatever you are comfortable with.
Anyways thank youuu
Denial One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)
Summary: After venturing into a Sith Temple to try and find an edge on the current war, (Y/N) meets her enemy, Lord Vader, the man who killed her best friend and secret lover. He has been hunting both her and her alias down for months, following her across the galaxy, but little does she know, he has no plans to kill her. Takes place in the temple seen in the Star Wars Rebels season two finale. Reader was previously a Jedi and is in hiding due to order 66.
Warnings: Make out session
A/N: (Y/N) does not know Vader is Anakin, and Vader does not know (Y/N) is the Fugitive he has been searching for. This is once again a mix of suited Vader and nightfall Vader. In which, Vader wears the suit and mask, but he can take it off and looks like the Anakin we know and love.
The temple was eerie, an odd feeling passing by with each step you took. It was the opposite of the one I grew up in, representing everything I was told to dislike, and yet I was here anyways. I had made up my mind to fight instead of continuing to run from the problem. I wasn’t a rebel, but I wasn’t an imperial either. I was the middle ground, a former Jedi with a new identity, a mask to shield my face so that I could live freely, but the saber still gave it away. I was good, too good to be a civilian having fun with an old relic, even though some still used them publicly. Some, as in him.
The Jedi fell and Lord Vader rose out of thin air. There was no preface, no foreshadowing, he just came, and everyone bowed their heads.
To outsiders he was a military leader trained in combat, who happened to use an imaginary power. To force users, like Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and I, he was a Sith. We all knew it the second he began hunting us down. He wanted the Jedi dead and made it clear when he began searching for my alias as well. Everyone knew who she was, I was put on every single imperial security watch available, but I evaded it all I could. I forged a new saber, so that they couldn’t track me that way, and told people about how the female jedi on the Holonets from the clone wars died. The only people who truly knew were Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, since they too had done something similar. He was Ben, she was Ashla, and I gained the name Fugitive, a mask being the only way to keep track of my identity.
I couldn’t count how many storm-troopers I had killed by now, just that I did. I was forced to, to keep myself alive, because he wanted me turned in. I was always told to run, to flee from Vader because of what he’s done, but all I wanted was for the man to wind up dead. A lust for revenge had developed ever since I learned what he did to my best friend, Anakin Skywalker.
I don’t even know how he could have killed a warrior like him, but he did and now he’s gone. Slaughtered like any other while trying to save people in the temple, something someone with his character would have done naturally. The worst part is that everyone he was trying to save is dead too, and that he could have escaped with us, had he not done what he did. He had a wife, Senator Amidala, a good friend of mine, who also died that night, although I wasn’t sure if they ended on good terms.
The two had been arguing for a while, he believed she was cheating on him with Obi Wan, although she continued to deny it along with everyone else. I was the only one who he talked to about his problems willingly, even Kenobi would have to go through reading his mind to talk about personal issues. It was only when Anakin died that the truth came out, that being that Anakin was right, and she was seeing Kenobi.
I hadn’t recognized him after that point. I knew he was afraid he would be kicked out of the Jedi order if we found out he was dating another woman. Even further, the fact he knowingly was allowing the affair to happen, but it occurred anyways, and he lost everything with it. That was consequence enough, he didn’t need me to yell at him any further for going that far.
Still, I was angry, because I cared about Anakin.
And also loved him.
I denied it for years, the helpless prodding’s from Ahsoka when the two of us would spend hours upon hours with each other. We carried out the entire war effort, working extremely close together on missions. It was no surprise that I liked him, he had even mentioned subtly what things would be like if he hadn’t met her. It sounded like he regretted it, but I had no clue, due to us being force users.
I now stood in front of the man who took him away, the one that gutted him in the chest like a fish with no care whatsoever. The man that had been hunting me down under both my names since the night of the fall, the one that was known for murdering everyone in his path. I don’t know how he found me, I had a feeling we were being followed, but I didn’t care. We needed the Holocron inside of the temple, and Ahsoka now had it in hand. I could sense their distraught, both behind me looking at the Sith in front of us. They didn’t want to fight him; they were afraid to fight him. I felt differently, looking at his mask through the visors of my own.
“It was foretold that you would be here, our long-awaited meeting has come at last."
“This meeting is over,” Ahsoka said.
“Are you so sure?” the Sith questioned through the modulated voice his mask provided him, as I stepped forward.
“What are you doing?” Obi-Wan asked me, his breath becoming short.
“Leave."
“No," he shook his head. "Don’t do this."
“Leave. Now.”
I looked up at the temple’s ceiling as the walls started to drop down. It was collapsing on itself, since the Holocron had been taken from the Obelisk. There wasn’t much to do, but I knew I didn’t want to pull them into this. I turned around and outstretched a hand.
Ahsoka screamed as I force pushed both her and Obi-Wan back while the temple’s walls crashed down. I saw her figure fly back just before the drop and felt her gently land. There was a ship, they could leave, I would worry about myself after I killed him.
“We’re finishing this here,” I said. "I know you've been hunting me for the past months."
“You are courageous, unlike your friends,” the Sith mused. “Hateful.”
“You killed my best friend," I pointed out. "I want you to experience that same pain."
“Revenge is not the Jedi way,” he reminded. "Your confidence dilutes your ability to make rational decisions."
“I am no Jedi.”
“Then who are you? Your saber is unlike any I have ever seen, an identity successfully hidden behind a helm.”
“That’s none of your business, why have you been hunting me?” I asked. I felt the pressure of the Dark Side creeping against my mind's barriers, he was trying to invade.
“You would make a wonderful apprentice in the dark side,” Vader said. "You have already abandoned your training as a Jedi."
“I don’t side with murderers.”
“And yet you are one. I have seen your way of fighting Fugitive; you have killed countless of our troops and inquisitors.”
“Your Inquisitorious is an embarrassment, and I will never join you, not after what you did,” I called my saber to my hand, igniting it.
“Then you will die.”
There was this feeling of fear that attempted to wash over me, like he was attempting to throw me off, but I wasn't thinking about it anymore.
I ran full speed at him, force pushing myself up off the ground and into the air to try and put myself on the offensive. My blade met his right over his helmet, as he angled me back and I landed behind him. My automatic response was to try and swing for his legs, a move he evaded but had been surprised by. I knew I needed to be careful with how I played things. He would try and tire me out by just playing the defensive, but I also didn’t get that tired frow much stamina I built up during the war. Vader was also bigger, and stronger, meaning I’d need to use his weight to my advantage. I was quick, less stable, and grounded, and more agile in my movements.
We continued to take shots at each other, as he seemingly began to test me. It was a constant switch from the right to the left, bashing at each other from different angles and walking along with it. It was something Anakin and I always did, and it almost felt familiar. For whatever reason, I could feel myself getting into the rhythm Skywalker and I got into when we would train every day. After a certain point I would always switch my grip and force him to back off, and I did it purely out of muscle memory, shoving the Sith back.
“Your anger focuses you,” he commented. “Join me and I can enhance that power.”
“You killed him, the man I loved, do you truly believe I would ever consider that?”
“He is gone for a reason,” Vader said.
“He was the chosen one!” I shouted, interlocking lightsabers in a pursuit for power over the other. "You know why he lost his life?! Because he was trying to save everyone else, instead of actually caring for himself for once."
“(Y/N)."
I stumbled back immediately, hearing that name leave his mouth,
"What?"
My eyes widened beneath the visors, letting my guard down for just a moment.
It was all he needed.
I felt his immense force break through my walls and invade my mind, clawing through my memories and thoughts like a file. Not only that, but he immediately took me to the ground. It was quick, as he now straddled me, muscular thighs resting over my lower waist. Both my arms were pinned to either side with by the force, my saber in his hand.
I grunted, struggling under him and thrusting against his cod piece hoping it would make him budge but it barely made a difference. I couldn’t do a thing, as the Sith reached for my mask and pressed down on the sides. I felt it depressurize, as his gloved digits lifted it off my head, and I looked into his mask with my own eyes.
"How do you know my name?" I asked angrily as I fought underneath him to free myself.
There was no way of telling what he truly felt in that moment, holding the helm silently, breathing being the only indication he was still alive. I continued to try and do everything to get out of his grasp, but the Sith only sat there and took me in, his body heat lingering over my own. I felt like a mess, wondering where Ahsoka and Obi-Wan might be right now, realizing why Anakin lost his life to this man. I didn’t know how he knew my name, my real name, the one that no one had called me in months. I was fully pinned down, not giving up until I saw him reach for his own helmet.
"What are you do—"
My throat ran dry, amber eyes piercing through my body like a blade.
"Anakin."
It was him, with brown hair that held golden streaks just above his armor.
"(Y/N)."
Hearing his voice sent a shiver down my entire back, as I shuddered underneath him.
“I thought you died—they said Vader killed you—" there were tears welling up in my eyes, looking up at him.
“I am alive."
“Why did you turn?"
“The Jedi council was using us, Obi-Wan lied to me about Padme (Y/N), they were having an affair. But you know that already.”
“Obi Wan told us,” I trailed off.
“I know.”
“Do you plan to kill me?”
“No, that was never my intent," he emphasized lowly.
“So, what will you do?” I questioned.
“After separating myself from the order, I reflected much upon it,” Anakin started. "And came to terms with several of my mistakes."
“What mistakes?”
Still straddling me Anakin leaned down, placing his hands by either sides of my head and lowering himself to my ear.
“I was blindly dating filthy senator, when I had the love of my life right next to me the entire time."
"What do you mean?" I emphasized each word, my abdomen tensing as he got so close to me.
"There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of my future and imagine you by my side. I told myself it was our strong bond causing me to think of you constantly, due to the amount of time we spent together, but now, I feel completely different."
"Anakin," my heart was racing, as he continued to whisper into my ear.
"Maker, I missed you so much."
He was just trying to be friendly, that's all this was.
"Now, I know you are not that naive," he let out a deep chuckle, reading my mind.
"Is this your way of coercing me into joining the dark side?" I said softly, trying to play it off.
"There is no need to coerce you (Y/N), your heart is already doing all the work," Anakin told me. "All there is to do is to make up for lost time."
"No.."
"Continuing to deny it is only stalling the inevitable," he spoke in a playful way. "Your hatred towards the one you believed to be my killer only proves it more."
"I—" I cut myself off, as Anakin moved his head, now right over mine.
"What is it?" he asked me, his golden eyes flicking from my lips up to my eyes in quick fashion.
I gave in, nodding to his silent question and feeling the force lift off my hands.
Anakin pressed his lips to mine as I lifted my head up and met him midway. His robotic hand came down to my waist, the other combing through my hair as he helped hold my head steady. It was delicate and prepared, goosebumps crawling over my skin as his weight pressed me onto the cold temple floors. He was an expert in the way he worked around my mouth, the first time I had ever kissed anyone to begin with.
To think such a sacred place would be ruined due to our own shenanigans.
A Jedi and a Sith, making out in a temple with no care for sentiment.
His lips were chapped yet soft, and the more breaths we took between kissing the more swollen they became. Anakin didn’t seem to care though, continuing to go down on my neck allowing me to breath. He wasn’t going too far, but it was enough for the occasion, leaving marks I that wouldn’t leave for days.
It was madness.
Everything around us screamed in pleasure, the force happily chiming along with the two sides agreeing on something, even if it wasn’t an argument. Anakin had changed, and I couldn’t decide if it was for better or for worse.
If only those two could see me now, making love to the man that we had been running from for months. The copious amounts of rage had turned to attraction in a blink of an eye, rejoicing in his presence as my hand pressed against his tunic and I felt his abdomen underneath the fabric. He was such light and yet the darkness itself, drowning me in it as we sunk into a pool of ecstasy.
The cold stone floors were soon heated, as the temple grew humid and we both simultaneously agreed to take our tops off. It was the definition of multitasking, as I took off his armor and tunic, leaving behind a black pair of pants, and his boots. With the force he slipped my top off, gaining access to my collar bone and gracing it with his mouth. There was a possessive feeling in the air, as he took in my body for the first time with his own eyes as I did to him.
"You are so beautiful, it is intoxicating."
I felt myself smiling, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, the both of us kissing deeply. This was it, holding our breath as we enjoyed one another, but the force was warning the both of us.
The temple shook, I almost forgot it was collapsing.
"We need to escape before we become trapped inside," Anakin said. "My ship is outside."
"And you assume I'm coming?"
"I know you are."
I laughed, acknowledging his foresight. We put on our clothes hurriedly yet thoroughly, as someone trained to handle life or death would. In truth, that was what we stood for, as Jedi and Sith both came together as one, in ways that would be frowned upon.
Except we didn't care.
We weren't denying it any longer.
Back in business since the recent Ahsoka episode. Hope you all enjoyed!
Vader In A Relationship (Headcanons)
You thought he was down bad in the talking stage? Heads up it gets worse from here.
Now that you two are in a relationship he's much more comfortable being affectionate towards you directly.
Even though he can read your thoughts, and knows you wont leave him, that doesn't stop him from from making sure you know he's the best option for you.
Lets you hold his lightsaber, and guides your hands in properly placing them. He knows you can do it yourself, just wants an excuse to touch you.
Openly gives you gifts even though you didn't ask for anything. If you think about it, he knows, and will get it.
Teaches you about the force whether you're sensitive to it or not. Loves that you enjoy listening to him.
He's extremely protective. Constantly monitoring who you're hanging out with and who sees you.
Will make it clear you are his. If someone gets to close to you it's war. All the sudden that person disappears from your life, even though you had no clue why.
Vader is the only thing that should consume your time, in his opinion.
If you have a passion or hobby he will fully support it. Whether that's writing or art (for example) he's happy to give you the resources and time to pursue it.
Anything that interests you he learns about. He's invested in you just as much as you are in him. (Definitely obsessed)
If someone hurts you they're dead. Especially if you cry, he will absolutely destroy whoever made you feel that way. Doesn't really care if they're good at their job, someone else can fill the role, and it wont be someone who has hurt you.
You worry about his tendencies to harm people that bother you. Its natural to become annoyed by people in the work space, but you can't control what you share with him. You know he knows everything you think about, so consider things handled.
Purposely doesn't get a bigger meditation chamber so you're forced to sit on his lap. His legs are massive and strong, so there's no need to worry about it.
Willingly force heals you, even if its a headache, he's got you covered.
Does everything he can to give you a somewhat normal relationship. If the meditation chamber isn't nearby, and he can't take off his mask, he'll simulate it with the force. You'll feel him pressing kisses to your neck and forehead, even though he's not there/not close to you.
He does this anyways throughout the day. If you're in meetings together, he'll tease you, and touch you with the force. All the sudden it feels like his arms are around your waist, or his hands are rubbing circles across your skin. No one notices because you're good at hiding it, but he knows and loves it.
If you go on missions together he's adamant on you staying with him at all times to protect you, although your the safest woman alive in your role as his.
His tone is much softer towards you. He tries to make sure you aren't scared of him in any way, especially if you see something like him choking a trooper/officer.
Moves you into his quarters, and upgrades your office. You still work in his office anyways though.
Would take you on little getaways to planets, he's traveled practically everywhere, and knows the best spots.
He has a lot of anger issues, but doesn't take it out on you. If anything, you calm him down naturally.
Loves walking behind you instead of in front of you, so that he towers over you. Also will stand behind you/beside you during meetings or confrontations with other people, and hold you/rub circles across your skin. Its his way of reminding people to be careful around you.
Lets you use his cloak as a blanket if you get cold.
Has a set of hand picked troopers assigned to you as a personal detail. Incase of emergency, you're constantly in good hands.
He's good at the little things, and makes an effort to be the first and last thing you think of each day.
A/N: I have so many more headcanons, lmk if I should do a part 2!
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Vader In The Talking Stage (Headcanons)
If Vader liked someone how would he go about it?
Subtly nudges you into becoming closer with him, eventually friends, then partners. He wouldn't make it obvious though.
Allows and invites you to work in his office on the Executor/Death Star.
Gets your opinion on battle plans even though he doesn't need it. Just needs an excuse to talk to you, and would easily slide into conversation.
He would read your mind to see what you were thinking about and bring it up casually. This way you two get closer and you begin to open up more.
Would stop by your quarters to check on your progress on your assignments even though he was monitoring you through the force.
Rather than giving you gifts blatantly he might upgrade something you already have. This way you don't question it as much. He also would be discrete about it.
He would try and become an outlet for you to vent or would offer advice. Already knows what was going on but tries to make you feel like you have some kind of control over what you say to trust him.
Reads your peers thoughts about you to get to know you better. He would be very possessive and might steer some people away from you that he sees a threat, especially men.
He would brush your side when standing next to each other or hold onto your shoulder to see how you react. It would come off as mentoring to others rather than affectionate.
Takes you on missions even though they're really just ways for him to get one on one time with you. Wouldn't actually do anything besides spend time with you. He says he's required to have an officer join him but its a lie.
He knows you like him, it would only be a matter of time before you would, just wanted to make it feel good.
My Next Fic
These are all the requests I have currently, which should I do?
Friends to enemies to lovers with Anakin/Suitless Vader
Angry love confession with Suitless Vader
One bed trope enemies to lovers with Anakin
Arranged marriage for the Empire with Vader (Reader is a princess)
Yandere Suitless Vader
Friends to lovers with Anakin/Suitless Vader (Reader joins Anakin on mustafar)
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Thank you so much!!! I'm working on chapter two right now and have been for the past couple of weeks. The chapters are much longer than my one-shot's, the first chapter being over 5k words, so it's just taking a bit more time. It currently is at a good 3.6k words so that's progress! Hoping to share it with you all soon.
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When submitting a request be sure to be specific unless you want me to write it how I interpret it.
I only write reader x characters at the moment.
I don't write smut currently but will write slight NSFW and intimacy (May change in the future! Still testing it out).
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I can write headcanons, imagines, and one shots.
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Characters I Write For
Darth Vader (Suited + Suitless)
Anakin Skywalker
Miles Morales
Miguel O'Hara
What I Will Write:
Yandere
Fluff
Angst
Gore
ADHD (Will be written from experience in having it myself)
Anxiety (Will be written from experience in having it myself)
Female/Male/Gender Neutral Reader
Dub-con
Non-con
What I Will Not Write:
Breakups
Incest
Underage
Cheating
Irresistibly Yours One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)
Summary: (Y/N) has been hiding across the galaxy for a year, attempting to flee her husband alongside Obi-Wan Kenobi, but now it is over. When the Sith finally tracks her down she must make a choice, continue to live a lie or leave with the man she loves. Takes place during Kenobi with altered events. Reader is previously a Jedi married to Anakin Skywalker.
Warnings: Make out session, mentions of sex, slight violence (not towards reader)
A/N: The poll I made landed in a 50/50 between suited Vader and nightfall Vader so I'm giving you the best of both worlds. In which, Vader wears the suit and mask, but he can take it off and looks like the Anakin we know and love.
“You have to go,” I demanded, turning away from the door in horror.
“(Y/N),” Kenobi pleaded.
“He wants me Obi-Wan, we don’t have a choice,” I reasoned. “You know he will continue to harm those people until I come out from hiding.”
“He’s going to try and take you.”
“And I’ll try and throw him off my trail, at least one of us needs to escape.”
“I understand,” he said, after a moment of silence. “Goodbye, (Y/N).”
“May the force me with you Obi-Wan,” I nodded to him, saying the old phrase intentionally.
“You as well.”
I watched him enter the secret tunnels in the back of the workshop before it slid shut, and audibly sighed. I knew it was hopeless, it wasn’t possible to ever escape him. I couldn’t, not with how well he knew me. A part of me didn’t even agree with Kenobi, as he still believed in the Jedi and being heroes. I had changed, and their morals didn’t resonate with me any longer, not since the fall.
My body shook, as I ran as hard as I could once opening the door. It was loud on purpose, everyone standing in the little street seeing me and yelping in surprise. I saw the inquisitorious point in my direction, calling out my action for their lord. I could feel it, even though I couldn’t see his face beneath the mask. I could feel that he was looking at me, the two of us making eye contact for the first time in a year. He was massive, even taller than before and stronger than ever, right on my tail as I fled. I was quick, my legs carrying me into the maze of shipping crates and dirt from afar. I should have been quieter, but I knew that wouldn’t do much. He could track me in other ways, like the force.
His cold presence clung to my shoulders as I ran between the mounts that acted like walls. I needed to throw him off, but I knew it was impossible. He was too intelligent, too quick. His steps were twice as much as my own, the force connection that bound us inseverable. My heartbeat picked up, so much so I could hear it as if it were right in my ear. My hands were trembling lightly from the thrill of fleeing.
“There is no escape,” his modulated voice said, but I couldn’t tell where it came from.
“I’ll never join you,” I whispered.
The Sith was nowhere to been seen. I backed up, returning to my original pace and attempting to find him again in the pitch black, even though his suit was the same color. He hadn’t ignited his saber yet, although it didn’t make much of a difference, since I hadn’t ignited mine in months. In truth, I hadn’t touched a thing related to the Jedi in a year. All of it, including the force, I severed myself from, up until he started hunting me down.
He invaded my dreams, doing everything in his power to get to me. When he came, it wasn’t painful, it felt amazing, too good; feelings I only experienced in his presence. He tried to pleasure me, sooth me and coax me into joining him, promising to save me from Kenobi. He abused our connection from our time as Jedi’s, seeping into my conscious and speaking to my thoughts, ghosting my body with his invisible touch. Every time I thought of him, I thought of the past. I told myself I didn’t love him, but we both knew it was a lie.
“Really?”
I knocked into something hard, strong hands coming around my upper arms. They kept me in place with ease, essentially locking me in my tracks. I looked up and swallowed, knowing I was done for.
“Vader,” my breath was short. I wouldn't call him Anakin.
“My dear,” he said.
“I am not your dear,” I tried to back up, but it was no use. My chest tightened, feeling his thumb rub my skin comfortingly.
“Yet you are weakening in my hold,” he spoke sweetly, opposite of his reputation. If anyone else rejected him, they would be dead, neck snapped, I knew that.
“You’re a liar,” I said unfearingly.
“You are the only one lying here, (Y/N),” Vader replied. “Don’t deny me any further.”
His voice lit a fire across my entire body, smooth yet so deep I could have lost it right then and there. It took everything to keep my composure, a fake stubbornness still trying to hold up across my face. I wanted so badly to do a million different things. A part of me thought to leave, to escape and flee once again. But another part of me wanted to follow him, leave Kenobi behind, and go into the depths of hell.
“I will never join you, Sith,” I used his new title as an insult. “Now let go of me.”
“Your thoughts betray you, my love,” Vader said. "I feel your conflict."
“I hate you.”
“Hate is not an attribute of a Jedi, or you,” he entertained. “You are too caring to hate.”
He was right, always right, and knew me far too well. I sighed aloud, as he still held me and I could just feel the victorious expression through his mask.
“I married Anakin Skywalker, not you.”
“Anakin Skywalker still remains, but only for your pleasure,” he rebutted. “I am here, waiting for you, my dear. You and I can overthrow the emperor, become the galaxies newest destined rulers. Leave Kenobi and set yourself free, do what we both know you long to. We are mean't to be together.”
I looked into his helm, hoping that I might see his eyes through the blacked-out visors. My lips parted just slightly, breathing hitched as my hands rested on the Sith’s chest. You could see it, Vader's muscles breaching the clothes he wore. The armor fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, hands so skilled and trusted. My head dipped, succumbing to what I truly thought.
“I’m supposed to kill you, to try and run away.”
“I know,” he leaned forward, his mask hovering over my head.
“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this,” I my hands turned into fists, pounding on his chest in frustration.
“But you don’t agree with Kenobi,” he finished.
“I don't."
“So, join me, my dear,” Vader coaxed, placing a leather glove on my jaw to tilt my head upward.
I breathed deeply, my pupils slowly dilating while taking him in.
“Take the mask off."
Surprisingly, the Sith didn’t argue. He let go of me and slipped his thumb around the rim of the helm, like he needed to turn something off. A hissing sound followed, confirming my suspicions, and he lifted it above his head carefully, dropping it onto the ground. I watched it fall, clinking on the ground as if he didn’t care for it. My eyes slowly trailed back up, seeing his true appearance in what felt like forever.
His hair was the same length, wavy and brown, yet in the face he had grown so much. His jawline was even more developed, the scar still remaining on the right brow. The most prominent feature was his eyes, gold with red rimming the irises. His gaze was more alluring than before, a look I easily got flustered from. He grinned at me checking him out and let out a sexy and low laugh.
“Still have the same effect, don’t I?” Vader asked, his actual voice being used.
“Even better,” the words formed before I could think.
His robotic arm curled around the back of my head, the two of us enclosed on the space between. I slid my arms between his neck, kissing him deeply without hesitation. It felt like a war between hell and heaven, holding my breath for as long as possible while taking the Sith in. The further we went, the worse it got, to where I wrapped my legs around his lower waist and he held onto my ass. We would take short breaths touching each other as much as possible during it, enjoying as much as we could, the both of us starved from one another.
It was no surprise Vader got the upper hand, trailing his lips over to my cheek and down to my neck. He carried me over to a tower of crates, one sitting alone in front of the stack, sitting me down on it gently. I leaned back as if it was a wall, and sounds slipped from my mouth naturally. They were rare to come by, not having heard them in months, my husband well aware. I felt Vader smile as he got onto the crate as well and trailed his hand up my thigh to my top. He was straddling me, making me feel like I was weak, and it was to die for.
More whimpers left my lips, and I knew what he wanted. The Sith fiddled with the zipper of my jacket, remaining eye contact with me while doing so. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, forcing me to shudder as he started to take my clothing off. I wanted him so badly, feeling his cod piece harden against my thigh, but we both sensed something nearby. The two of us froze, silent as his cloak shielded me from anyone’s line of sight.
“Obi-wan is near,” I whispered.
“He has come back to try to take you away from me,” Vader said, his hands now placed on both sides so that I was caged in. It was protective, the look in his eyes possessive.
“We must go, you have to have a ship nearby,” I told him.
“I do, follow me,” he nodded.
I slid off the crate, slightly upset we had been interrupted, but there wasn’t time to think about it. Obi-wan would never forgive me if he saw this, and I preferred that I remained on good terms with him. Vader called for his helmet with the force, it quickly suctioning to his hand and then being placed on his head. I kept up with him, weaving through the maze of construction until we got closer to the town. It seemed that most of the Imperial forces had been ordered to leave, Vader having called them off unsurprisingly.
The people that once lingered around were all inside, sleeping away in fear from what happened. Behind all of the buildings was a ship, the shadow of it coming into view from around the corner. It was the infamous Tie-Fighter the Sith always flew in, extremely well developed and luxurious. He lifted up the hatch with a wave of two fingers, offering a hand politely to help me up onto the top. It was only when he got in first and sat down that I realized where this was going.
The ship was small, meant to be a one seater and easy to maneuver. Vader took off his helmet once more before shooting me a suggestive look and patting the inside of his leg. It created little space for me to sit in his lap, but I didn't think much of it, all I knew was that what had stopped before was about to resume.
LMK what you all thought about this. I honestly can't decide which Vader I like more so this was very fun to write
Vader Fic Poll
Regular Vader (So the one we see in Kenobi who's burnt)
Regular Vader on the outside, Order 66 Vader on the inside
Currently working on a new Vader x reader that takes place during Kenobi and wanted to know what you all preferred.
So either he would be normal, burnt and crispy, or he would wear the suit but wouldn't be burnt on the inside (so (Y/N) could take off the mask).
I ask this because I personally don't mind either it just alters the plot a bit.
