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How long do you think you can restrain me?
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To break you
pairing: sith!Anakin x princess!Reader
Summary: a suitless darth vader find your home planet to be a threat to the galactic empire. and as he takes you into his custody, he gives you an answer; to wed him, or to die. and as your decision looms over you, he makes it his goal to break you before the wedding day.
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content warning: NSFW WARNING!, dark!anakin, there is no fluff he is just using you, spanking, name calling (slut, toy), condesending pet names (my doll, princess), hair pulling, nipple play, kind of public p in v, he cums in you, no aftercare, master anakin kink, sadism/masochism, stockholm syndrome pretty much, cocky and evil vaderkin, forced submission kind of, kind of dubcon but you do enjoy it
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A/N: hello!!! this is super diffrent than what I usually write, and I would want to put a content warning that this is pretty dark, but the people want and I deliver! This was a request by this anon, so thank you for the request :) Make sure if you like my work to check out my requests/comissions or my ko-fi!!!
“Kneel.”
The hiss of a door that centered your prison was met by a brooding anakin. Well above 6 feet, drenched in black from head to toe did the heaviness of his boots only add greater loom of intimidation to engulf the room as he stood before you. Commanding you.
Darth Vader. He is who stood before you. Who caged you in this prison and moreover, destroyed everything you knew in mere hours. Scenes flash before you of what once was your home, one where you reigned comfortable leadership. A princess of a far off planet, known for well intended democracy and a desire for unity within its people. You were happy, especially under the old republic's rule. Even knowing who vader was, be it briefly, before he became the man before you.
Anakin skywalker. That's who really stood before you. No grimace upon a face, no merciless killings could ever shake him from being that person. The curve of his jaw in a scowl was the same one that greeted you all those years ago on your home planet-- sharing a single dinner together as he and his master asked for direction on a mission they were set upon. You knew what a smile looked like along his face, what a laugh may sound like from the cords deep within his throat. And as the man stands before you now, towering over you with no semblance of that boy surviving within him the scar on his face remains. The curl of his hair, the shape of his nose. It was all him, it was anakin.
Your knees instinctively met the cold metal of the floor of your cell. Bowing before him with great fervor, fear enveloping every sense in your body.
Looking up, you are met with Anakin as he looks down upon you. A face you couldn't read only exacerbated your fear as he looked at you with selfish intent.
He kneels, shoes flat upon the ground as knees bend together to get a closer look at you. Still towering over you does he stay, studying you, every muscle on your face every inch your eyes move. A gloved hand reaches out to grab you, flinching ever so slightly as you feel the cool leather grip onto your jaw. He moves you, taking you in, you move with him and submit yourself to his touch.
Standing up once more, a smirk grows upon a dark face.
“Let me ask you, shall I wed you, or kill you?”
your heart drops. It feels as though it stops beating as his eyes bore into you, taking in every lick of petrification that coats your face at the sight of his question. You knew deep in your mind there was nothing you could say to sway his decision, nothing you could argue or beg to urge one or the other; it was merely a matter of watching how you would react. The sadistic joy he felt in seeing you take in your options, the only two left for you in a life once bearing endless ones. Tears well in the sides of your eyes as you break eye contact with him, sobbing into the floor beneath you as wet tears hit the cool metal of the prison floor and a laugh emits from him. A sickening smile coats his face as he gathers great joy from your faltering. A once high princess, kind and polite, now bearing shackles at his feet. He found no greater joy.
“You can stop the melodrama now, princess, is it? Are you even able to form a single sentence? Come on now, beg for my mercy.”
You didn’t know what would be more merciful, to be ended or to be saved-- both with their pros and cons. But as you stare at the metal vaguely mirroring your reflection, you see your own face through muddled shapes. The look in your eyes, you were reminded of your humanity. Above all else, you didn't want to die. It wasn't your time yet.
“Please, please master. Let me wed you, I beg you not to kill me. I will do whatever you please master Vader just, don't let me die.”
You double down, almost curling up as tears fall from your face and horror shocks you to your core at what you’ve just done. Begged for, even. To wed the man who killed your family, slaughtered them like animals. Use them as an example, the death of your home planet serving as a reminder of the power of the empire over any semblance of the old republic order.
A small sucking of teeth exits Anakin as he paces back and forth, slow heavy stomping of boots echoing in the chamber, armed guards flanking either side of him. You can sense a smirk on his face, a sadistic smile growing on him as you kneel before him in pain and powerlessness. He gets drunk off the power he has over you, the way he can make you submit. He decides, it’s a fair thing to not give away. Not to mention the undeniable beauty you held, though that was only a bonus to him as such a beautiful face contorted to his favorite expression.
“So be it then. By 3 days time we shall be wed.”
He faces the guards stationed at the door.
“Please send for someone to clean her up, and fix her a room for just the night. By the next, I shall have made arrangements for her cohabitation with me for after the wedding.”
“Right away sir.”
…
You stare blank at the woman that looks at you within the mirror, studying her, questioning her likeness to you. It had been a single day since Anakin had taken you as his bride. And as the maids outside the steel door of your bathroom chattered about laced detailing and color coordinated floral arrangement, you were sick to your stomach in anguish over the dealings he’s made since. He reveled in the stir, the attention that was put on you-- the spotlight. He knew you hated it, and were humiliated by the mere implication. But as he sent maids to your room in and out as the day went on, asking your opinion on certain design choices and cuts of dress, he made you intimately tied to the process at hand.
You knew anakin hated being in the spotlight, almost as much as you did. But he would do about anything to break you.
…
Hiss
Heavy feet invite themselves into your temporary home.
“Hello lord vader.”
You stand almost at attention, previously mulling over small books lying around to distract yourself from what glared ahead of you, standing up as his presence enters the confines of your room to face him with full alertness.
“Please, princess. You are to be my wife aren’t you? No need for such formality. Anakin, will do. Master, anakin.”
He seemed to enjoy it when you called him master, even as his old name still held in its following address it still set a dynamic of extreme power to tower over you and him. He got off on it, owning you.
“Hello, master anakin. What can I do for you?”
Though his demand for formalities was adhered to in their most basic sense, you still felt no comfort in portraying anything but robotic response to what he demanded of you, to try and cater to him as emotionless as you could.
“Oh well, I was just stopping in to see what you were doing. Did you enjoy the wedding preparation earlier today?”
He knew you didn't, and a smirk upon a dark face proved it. He wanted to get a reaction out of you, toy with you.
“It was alright. Though, I don't understand why go through all of the hassle. I have no real say in the matter.”
Anakin fakes a sense of hurt as you make such a claim;
“No real say? Why could you say that? I tried to make every little part of the process down to your liking. It’s going to be quite large, after all. I even invited the remaining survivors from your planet, our own special guests to lie front seat to such a momentous occasion. Should you not be thanking me for such consideration?”
your throat goes dry, and small balls form unconsciously within your fists. He was set on humiliating you, letting the people you swore to protect watch as you wed their captor, their murderer. Composed of women and children assumably, the next generation of your world strapped in to watch the death of what they once knew in a cacophony of sound and extravagance.
Anakin watches as your expression grows dark-- he has gotten a reaction out of your stoned face. A sadistic grin grows upon his face. He steps closer to you.
“Oh my doll, no need to look so angry. It doesn't suit such a pretty face now does it? Come on, can you show me a smile, some gratitude for everything I've done for you? This wasn't cheap, you know.”
A leathered hand outstretched to meet your chin, lifting it up as it faced inward to your chest as means to lock eyes with the ground, and not his eyes. Slowly, a heavy hand pulls your chin up to face him, as he bends his head low to greet your eyes while he towers over you. He awaits your response with eagerness.
“Th.. thank you master Anakin. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”
It falls out of your mouth through gritted teeth, rage stuffed deep inside of you as you watch him grow joyful at the sight of your repression and submission. His smile grows even larger at the sight of it.
“Good girl, now-”
He takes a heavy stride over to the lace and flower samples littered all over your room. He held his arms loosely to his back as he paced.
“I've taken the liberty of choosing your dress, as well as the floral arrangements. I just wanted you to take a glimpse of all the options I had planned out for you, all the things I picked out with you in mind hm? I'm sure it was stressful, but what wedding isn't mmm? We will make sure to get you fitted tomorrow. And,”
He now looks back over at you.
“That shall also be the day I move you into my personal chambers.”
your heart sinks once more.
“Now, I know that it isn't your planet's code of ethics to bed someone before they tie the knot; however we are no longer on your planet are we? The repairs and modifications have been finished early, and I find no means to wait. After all, I would like to know what I have to look forward to in days to come.”
Hooded eyes and lustful darkness overtake him as he takes in your body, its shape, and you feel utterly naked. He meant to test you out, before the wedding. Take what was never his thought in the process, please himself with the attraction he found to your body. You were just a toy to him, and by his means of taunting did he make that ever so clear.
…
White lace coated every inch of your body in extravagant pattern and stitching, a dress perfectly fitted to your body did it look utterly beautiful. Though as you gazed upon yourself in the mirror behind the curtain where you were to dress you felt nothing but despair. To look so beautiful, so wonderful, in the wake of such a nightmare was something you could only go numb to the feeling of. It was not one you would have chosen, the fit too tight for your usual formal attire, though he knew that well. This dress was out of your comfort zone, revealing, and above all else it was not who you were. Beautiful nonetheless, he wished to remind you that it is no longer you that exists within your body, it is his bride.
“Come out for me, my doll, I wish to see the bride.”
A coo coats the voice of taunt that Anakin relays to you at the wake of his impatience to see you in the dress he picked out for you. And thus slowly you emerge from curtained blockers to expose yourself to him.
He goes speechless for a moment, taking in your frame as you stand there feeling naked-- his eyes undressing every part of you that was accentuated, exposed.
“Maids, leave us for a moment. I shall call for you when you’re needed.”
You feel a sickening fear pool within your stomach, anything that he wished to have you utterly alone for was nothing to feel good about.
The hiss of the door signifying their exit left you trapped, utterly alone as Anakin was yet to voice reaction or concern with your attire.
“Do a spin for me princess.”
He is sat upon a cushioned chair, a leg crossed and back relaxed as he watches you, taking you in as you silently follow his command.
Though as you finish a slow spin, he gets up to approach you, a loom of sadism follows his aura.
“You look irresistible, you know that? I knew this dress would flatter you, your curves, however I could have never imagined it to look like this. You always wear such stuffy, loose clothing when you’re given the chance. No means to flaunt what is so desirable about you.”
He outstretches hands to place on your waist, the touch of them sending shock up your spine as his touch feels so foreign to you. Any touch does, really.
“Aww, what's that? Don’t tell me no one’s touched you like this before. Have you ever had a boyfriend before?”
Fuck.
“Uh.. no. no master anakin. This is uh, my first ever relationship, if you will.”
A selfish and downright evil grin unabashedly covers his face at the sound of such things. That not only did he take you as his bride, but he took your first relationship. You were pure, starved of affection.
“Tch, what a shame that is. I would think boys would line up for a piece of you, princess.”
His eyes trail down your body as his hands slowly move upward to your breasts, his hands softly cupping them as yellow eyes flick up back to your own to watch a reaction. Maintaining eye contact with you as he begins to massage them, slowly toying with them as you bite back any sort of unconscious response your body would have to such a foreign feeling.
“Aw, come on now my doll, no need to hold back with me hm? No one has ever touched you like this before have they, I know it must feel nice. Look me in my eyes.”
The thin fabric along your breast allows friction to your nipples that accentuates the feeling of his touch upon you. You’re not supposed to like it, but there's something irresistible about the feeling he gives you-- something you can't control.
His fingers move to the center of your breast, moving small circles around your nipples as he watches your face for reaction, searching for the contortion of your eyebrows and the closing of your eyes at the feeling of his friction. He wanted to break you, make you grow desperate for his touch. He got off seeing you melt in his hands, an untouched body waiting to be used by him.
A small moan escapes your mouth unconsciously as you’re unable to hold it in anymore, the feeling of him massaging you feels less like a violation and more like pleasure as the minutes pass, and as that happens a pool of slick begins to grow between your thighs as you keep eye contact with him, dark yellow eyes loom over your as brown waves softly fall to the front of his face, the tan of his skin growing more desirable as contrasted with the pink of his lips. As he made you so vulnerable for him in this position, the undeniable attraction that resided within his merciless body became evermore apparent.
At the sound of your approval of his touch he slowly lets off of it, leaving you feeling bare and needy for more.
“That's it, good girl. Now take that dress off.”
“What?”
“I don't wish to repeat myself again-- take that dress off.”
“Y…yes master anakin.”
Every inch of your body is screaming with sensitivity at the sight of such an exposing display. Anakin watched as the hairs stood up on your body, slowly as you disrobed yourself. The slipping of arms out of lace detailed sleeves sent shivers up your spine as the embarrassment of being watched overtook you. Slowly unzipping the back of your dress, allowing your body to shake loose it's tight curves on you and fall upon the floor with an airy landing, you stand before him in just what you wore beneath. Laced white underwear, matched with a laced white bra.
Anakin circles you, once more with hands held behind his back as he studies your body, remaining perfectly still do you allow him all he needs to be able to take in everything you are.
“I made a good decision deciding to wed you. Beneath those rags you wore I couldn't quite tell but now, now I know it was the right choice princess.”
You watch as his eyes grow dark, hooded with lust as a smirk overtakes him. His fingers slowly make their way to your waist, feeling a hard leathered hand on one side and a calloused fingers on another as he makes his way up your naked body, sliding upward as he grips onto your breasts and watches the way they fall into his hand. His free hand snakes to the back of your bra, unclasping it as he watches them fall out of their hold.
“Bend over. On that table for me.”
He motions to a nearby table sized at around your waist.
“Yes, master.”
Eagerness seeps from your voice as his touch upon you grows more and more desired. The feeling of his attraction to your body becomes what weakens your knees as the sight of the unknown grows more enticing. Perhaps it was his brainwashing finally working, the desire to please him becoming genuine priority for you, or perhaps it was primal attraction to being used. Being his doll.
You do as you're told, and as your exposed chest and stomach are pressed against the cool metal of the table, you feel as the cold air within the room hits the wet spot in now exposed underwear and makes you feel exposed.
Anakin's hands reach out to feel your ass, toying with it in his hands with a heavy grip-- spreading it apart before slipping off thin underwear that kept him from seeing you entirely. You felt the slick of your excitement drip down the side of your exposed thigh as your underwear dragged along your legs to fall onto the floor.
“Oh doll, is this all because of me? And here I was thinking you didn't like this. What a little tease, pretending like you don't want me while hiding this from me the whole time. What a slut.”
A hand slaps an exposed cheek. The sting seeps into your nerves with masochistic pleasure, you weakly hold back a whimper.
“Does this slut like being spanked around? You said you’ve never been with anyone but you still loved to be fucking used.”
He slaps you again.
“Spread your legs for me.”
You obliged, and as the cool air hits your exposed fold you hear the drop of heavy fabric from behind you. You turn your head to see him, though heavy hand shoves your head back into the metal table;
“I didn't say you could look at me, did I? Be a good toy and let me do what I wish without distraction.”
You feel his cock touch your entrance and your breath hitches. Slowly he coats it with your slick as he feeds it in and out of your folds, feeling his tip hit a sensitive clit made your hips buck at the feeling.
After small strokes along your clit he brings himself back to your entrance, penetrating you for the first time with little regard for how it may hurt for you. Not going too fast, but keeping a steady pace as he shoved himself deep into your cervix and making you yelp at the pain.
“T..too big… please master..”
A hand grips onto your hair, pulling you back so he can curve his body over yours, and whisper within your ear;
“Keep your fucking whining for me baby, I love hearing how much it hurts.”
And with that he keeps pumping into you, using your hair and waist to hold himself as he uses your hole like it's just a toy. Feeling him pulse inside of you at every sound of cried and yelps for how he slaps into you, echoing in the room sounds of moaning and grunts, wordless begging to go slow and the sound of him fucking into you.
Though soon the pain turned into unimaginable pleasure, and your desperate attempts to make him slow down were exchanged for the feeling of your hips riding out his thrusts to amplify their intensity inside of you.
“Feels…sogood.. Master..”
“Yeah, my pretty toy finally likes my cock inside her hm?”
He taunts you, teases you the whole time he’s inside of you. Fucking you in and out he calls you his toy, his slut, everything that you are he owns and is but an object to him. His words make a fire burn inside your stomach, white hot does it blaze as he goes faster inside of you with no sign of stopping.
“God.. Anakin, master I, i'm.,.”
You can't put together the words to say it, every word interrupted by a moan of desperation as you try and think while your body is completely enveloped by the feeling of him, completely ruined at the way he used you. You were his, and his alone you realized.
“Are you going to cum? Cum for me you fucking slut, let it swallow my cock.”
He increases his speed, your body falling up and down the top of the table as he rocks you back and forth with his intensity, and after only a few more strokes you feel your body convulsing over his cock. Legs growing weak and shaking and they’re barely able to hold themselves up anymore do you feel him keep pumping into you through your orgasm, his cock pulsing inside of you as your walls tighten around it.
“God, fuck good girl, you’re so fucking tight for me i'm-”
As your orgasm dies his begins, feeling liquid shoot deep inside of you for what seemed like an eternity, his cock warmed inside your pussy as he rode out the pulses of his seed in slow strokes in and out of you. Watching as he finally exited you and pools of his finish slowly seeped out of you and onto the floor.
Before you could even properly adjust yourself, you heard as Anakin reapplied his fallen clothes and was headed for the door.
“I will call for the maids to come clean you up.”
…
The day of the wedding had arrived shortly after, and you watched as the trumpets began to blair with a cacophony of sound to signify your descent upon the path to the rest of your life. Anakin stood at attention far at the end of white coated floors littered with different flowers, surrounded by the high emperors of the galactic empire as well as the front row full of your own people. You felt numb, broken. There was no fear left inside of you as you descended the rows, clad in beautiful white lace as the onlookers watched in awe. You felt nothing, watching Anakin at the end of the walk flanked by groomsmen he cared nothing about, and you soon to be flanked by bridesmaid you knew nothing of. Only a sick smile coated his face as he was drenched in black robes once more, watching you approach him with grace.
The ceremony began, a large beckoning exclamation filled the room as the looks of horror upon your peoples faces made you only avert your gaze.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Anakin's lips met yours, it was the first time he was to have kissed you. And the first of many he would use to remind you of your place, his hands folded to hold yours did you feel strings upon his fingers that held onto you like a marionette to a puppet.
You watched as he let up from your lips, a cacophony of cheers erupts from the crowd as the only thing you can focus on is him, the whisper he lets out that only you can hear.
“Til death do us part, my doll.”
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I literally love everything about your playmaker au I feel like Anakin would also make obi wan being in prison those few months the entire police departments problems like idk some how he coordinates a huge and rapid rise in crime from petty theft to bank robberies to bodies washing up at the docks in the same manner every day for weeks
Anakin terrorizes the whole city because they took his Obi-wan. Rex and Ashoka are only mildly concerned because they’ve never seen an operation this wide scaled before. Of course it doesn’t go unnoticed that once obi wan is out of prison and back in Anakin’s arms crime slowly goes back to normal (or maybe it doesn’t Anakin decides that evil isn’t taking any more holidays and Qui gon needs to suffer)
anakin WOULD omg he's going to punish the whole city until obi-wan gets out and comes back to him
the city would probably go up in flames if obi-wan didn't come back to him. him being away in prison is bad enough. petty crime, murder, car jackings, arson, little old ladies being pushed, etc etc....
(obi-wan's released and his father steps in and sweeps him off to some vacation for father-son bonding to try and convince obi-wan that he doesn't love anakin/anakin doesn't love him, but even though a father-son trip was literally all he wanted for most of his life, obi-wan doesn't want it anymore because his dad basically put him in prison as a punishment for choosing anakin so he might as well choose anakin again)
(obi-wan leaves like in the middle of a nice dinner, makes a huge scene, threatens to call it kidnapping if qui-gon doesn't let him go.....qui-gon lets him go and he's on the first flight back to vader's city)
(ahsoka isn't even upset when obi-wan turns up she practically escorts him into anakin's lap because holy fuck has vader been in a shit mood)
(thankfully the children are in school so no innocent eyes are ruined when vaderkin fucks obi-wan right there in the dining room lounge area. the adults are smart enough to leave as soon as the parcel--obi-wan--has been delivered)
#asks#playmaker au#rex is like hey vader are we still going to rob that bank#and vader is like :> yes because someone needs to be punished :> for taking my obi-wan away :>#and until i can punish him myself i'll punish his whole city :>#obi-wan is of course asleep during this and unable to give his opinion#obikin
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Herbie! I don’t know what I haven’t thought of this sooner but here it is!
Vader hasn’t had physical contact with anyone outside of violence for 20 years, that’s canon.
Given that Anakin was relatively a physically affectionate person, I can’t imagine how torturous it is to be separated by other people by a mobile life support suit.
So here comes ‘sunshine boy sonboy baby boy’ Luke, and Vaderkin is like ‘it’s free real-estate’ cause we all know this asshole doesn’t understand boundaries.
Another thing, parents are told that skin to skin contact with a baby strengthens the bond they have with the baby.
Wanna take a guess about what Vaderkin does when he finally has Luke.
Stripped out of his rebel pilot suit and Vader of his, and can only bite back cries and single with struggle as Vader takes his sweet time enjoying the warmth of another’s skin and mapping his sons physicality and features and presses their foreheads together and gives Luke kisses all over his face.
anon you fucking sniped my ass. you got a sniper's spree. omg
tw: darkfic, nonsexual / nonromantic vaderluke, nc touching, somno
His shallow, ragged breaths are drowned out by the frantic beating of his heart.
It is a marvel to have this moment. He knows they cannot stay here long; his meditation chamber is designed for him and him alone, and eventually, the strain of its life support system will begin to make Luke ill. The boy's slow breaths gently ghost over scarred skin, head tipped against his father's shoulder, placid and peaceful.
Oh, how quickly that would change if Luke were to wake. Vader settles more comfortably into his chair, watching the wide breadth of his durasteel hand trail over his son's exposed stomach, up his chest, to the narrow swell of his shoulder. How he wishes he could feel it with his own hands, and not a prosthetic. The loss is vicious, unmerciful. What he wouldn't give to have held his son like this as a babe.
But all is not lost. No, as much as he despises his reliance on it, his life support pod does allow him to experience many things he never believed he would. Maskless, suitless, he was able to gaze upon the sleeping face of his son with his very own eyes, committing each color, each feature, each perfect characteristic to memory, mapping the unexplored wildland of his only living flesh and blood.
He can't feel the expansive softness of Luke's skin with his own hands, but stripped bare of his suit — and Luke, of his filthy, swamp-soaked Rebel fatigues — he achieves the next best thing. His skin is scarred and tough and yet painfully sensitive, so removed from human touch, white light danced across his vision like fireworks when he first held the boy to his chest.
Luke's is the opposite. His skin is warm and wonderfully soft, a healthy golden brown, unblemished, unharmed. He holds the boy flush against him and revels in the pain and pleasure of it, the knife-sharp stab to his nervous system, hypersensitive, biting; the immediate balm Luke's gentle touch provides, soothing the ache as quickly as he caused it.
Vader sighs, as heavily as his meditation chamber will allow, and basks.
He is grateful to have this much. But greed and hunger fester beneath the layers of scars encasing him, like magma bubbling within a planet's outer crust. Even now, it is not enough. He wishes desperately that this chamber was intended for sleeping, and not meditating; that it featured a bed, one big enough for the two of them, so he could hold Luke and see his face at the same time.
Alterations can always be made to this one, he supposes. Or perhaps he can build a replica, large enough to house a two-person cot. Either way, the desire gnaws at him with blunt teeth. What he wouldn't give to cover this warm body with his own, freed from the prison of his suit, scarred to sunkissed skin.
What he wouldn't do to feel it on his face, that irreplaceable human touch.
But wishing is fruitless. For now, there is nothing he can do but adjust his chair to lean back as far as it will go, jostling the boy in his arms slightly as he reclines. Luke makes a discontented sound, brows furrowing as he fights to waken. Vader is quick to cup the side of his face with one hand, pushing him back under with the Force, firm and gentle, until his features soften once again and he rests, unbothered and unaware.
Satisfied, Vader lays as horizontal as his chamber will allow, his son draped across his chest, and presses a gentle kiss to the mop of golden hair tickling his bare throat. Just a little longer. He knows, inevitably, this respite must end. But he is willing to let his life support system momentarily choke the breath from Luke's undamaged lungs if it means they can stay like this, human, living, together, just a little longer.
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headcanon ! i asked this to another vaderkin writer, but i am interested in your take: why do you think, ignoring the actual behind the scenes reason, that vader never noticed leia?
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Hi! Okay, I really like this question because I love things that make me think and kind of express what my perspective is. The only thing that I can consider, is for example in Kenobi, he was hyperfixated on Obi-Wan. When Vader is obsessed with something, he fixates so much, that nothing diverts him. If he would have stopped for five minutes, he likely would have sensed Leia, because I do write him as feeling her quite intensely when Padme is pregnant, and even in canon divergences, when he does meet her. She tends to be strong in the force, when she is written as an NPC, even as a baby in some of my verses, to the point that it's why Anakin only sensed one baby. So, it had to be that he was so obsessed with Obi-Wan.
Now as far as a New Hope and the rest of them go, I think sometimes, it's the whole not noticing something you're not looking for. Had he saw her after he knew Luke was his son, he very likely would have known. It took him all of two seconds to pick it up from Luke's mind. But before he had a clue that the baby survived, he wasn't looking for it, so he didn't see it, with this rebel.
But, even though his connection with Leia was strong when she was in utero, his connection is stronger with Luke, once he knows because he and Luke ultimately save each other. Though Vader dies, Luke frees him from the prison he has lived in, for twenty years.
He is even thinking of Leia, in that moment. Once he does know, his stubborn mind thinks of her, and he loved both of his children. Him surviving would have been interesting, with everything that he did, because he and Luke have been on this journey, but he and Leia have been through some bad things and as it was when he came to her in Legends, it didn't go well.
Redemption is a bitch.
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Any wholesome Vader and Luke Headcanons? Can be from the canon Star Wars or your own Fic.
I've been thinking on this one all day. It's a little tricky because, like, canon Vader is not really his own person. He's a shell that Anakin has wrapped himself in, desperate to convince himself that Anakin is the one who is dead and Vader is all that remains.
That is absolutely not to say "Anakin is all good and it's a split personality and Vader is the bad one". Anakin is totally responsible for his choices and actions. But one choice he consistently makes as Vader is to lie to himself about why he's making the other bad choices. He thinks it's his only option for twenty-three years until he chooses to throw Palpatine into the pit to save Luke.
So, I don't quite have wholesome canon Vader headcanons because anything wholesome about him is Anakin starting to face what he's done, reclaim his identity as a Skywalker, and change. You can't make anyone change, but you (Luke) can inspire someone to choose to do so.
I would love to see a proper redemption arc post-ROTJ with Anakin surviving (there probably is one out there, feel free to send some fic recs). Death isn't redemption, redemption is choosing to do better, to right the wrongs that you can, and to acknowledge that there are some things you can never make up for. And some people may never forgive you.
I want to see Anakin spend the rest of his life doing the best that he can. Luke supports the hell out of him. No one else who knows who he is does. I want to see him in a new suit (not that white one, a real redesign), on his knees, begging his daughter's forgiveness.
He might never get it from Leia or anyone other than Luke, but he can do so much to help so many reconstruction efforts. Prison makes sense, sure, but there isn't one that can actually hold him. A reformed Anakin would agree to it, probably, but I could also see the New Republic begrudgingly leaving him in Luke's custody. It would be an interesting dynamic.
That is absolutely not what you asked for, but that's the most wholesome thing I can see with Luke and "Vader" in canon.
Now for IWM Luke and Vaderkin... Hm.
Vader is a brilliant tactician but emotionally quite stupid. He doesn't recognize any feelings he has towards Luke other than "potentially useful" and "mine". So when he starts observing his preferences it's definitely for nefarious purposes, not because he wants to make Luke smile.
It starts with the mirror, which he tells himself is practical (Luke gets ready faster) and also furthers his goals (Luke fully turning on the Rebels).
Luke makes few requests, and Vader usually makes him give a little of himself for each one. But he also makes quiet notes on the things Luke likes. Even Alderaanian Luke is fond of blue milk custard (especially frozen). Vader may randomly give him small things, never directly but always in a way that leaves no doubt who is responsible.
He tells himself it's calculated. That it's all part of the plan. It certainly has nothing to do with how these gifts are one of the only times he gets to see a small smile from Luke, who has few reasons to do so onboard the Executor.
I don't think I can do Luke reciprocating in this post, I'm still working on some stuff there. But it has a lot to do with my visualization of Anakin inside the husk of Vader. Not really a different person. But Luke (despite not having separate names for them) finds it increasingly easy to convince himself otherwise.
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Whumptober2020 - Day 7
Day 7 of Whumptober and Part 7 of the Oof!au. This is.... rock bottom, everyone. On the plus side: no where to go but up. On the downside....this is where Anakin remembers how to really hurt Obi-Wan, after being distracted for a long time.
Basic information: Post Order 66 Vader-Captures-Obi-Wan AU. Past/eventual Codywan. One-sided Vaderwan. Eventual happy(ish) ending.
WARNINGS: Abuse of a prisoner, mentions of torture, mind controlled into killing people, mentions of non-con, character death (not main characters). PLEASE consider the warnings before you read. Dead dove, do not eat, etc. This is the lowest we go. It’s VERY low.
No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY
Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage
Obi-Wan laughed, shakily, when he woke up again in the cell. The sound just slipped out, and something about the tone of it made him clench his teeth shut, swallow it back. It soured in his chest, held tight within him as he breathed raggedly, trying to find balance and--and succeeding, after too long a moment.
He thought about leveraging himself off of the floor, but could see no point to it. He pulled his legs up, instead, making himself small, shifting to wedge himself further into the corner.
All the wounds were gone. Every single one of them, wiped away again by the med-droids. The sudden lack of them was jarring, confusing. It made everything that had happened feel more like a dream. Like a nightmare.
But even his nightmares - foul as they were - never managed to be so viscerally horrible. He stared at the far wall, trying very hard not to remember the way Cody - it wasn’t Cody, it hadn’t been Cody, not really, just his body used as another way for Anakin to rape him - had shoved into him, held him down and--
He bit his tongue until blood flooded his mouth and then he swallowed it, grounding himself on the pain and the nauseating taste of salt and copper. He hadn’t had many pleasant memories to keep him company, during his exile. He’d barely dared allow himself to remember softer touches, promises of what they might do after the war, wants bubbling between them…
Once, he’d imagined taking Cody to his bed, after - after everything. When there were not so many responsibilities on them. When he could be sure, utterly, that it was what Cody wanted, not just rank, or - or anything else. He’d imagined kissing Cody softly, taking their time, sharing touches that didn’t hurt at all, and-- Anakin had taken that hope and made it something foul and horrible. There’d been no kisses, there’d been only - only pain and --
Pain and, he considered, swallowing blood, his mind looking desperately for anything else to focus on, the off-rhythm tapping of Cody’s index finger against his hip. It had been the only thing he could focus on that didn’t hurt, taking himself out of his own head, there in Anakin’s torture chamber.
The tapping had made no sense, not in the room, when horror had driven thought from Obi-Wan’s head. But...but he had time to consider it, further, staring at nothing, remembering despite all of his best efforts.
Memories crawled into his head, recollections from the war, from hunkering down beside Cody behind a makeshift barrier, gesturing instructions, preparing to spring out on the droids closing on their position, Cody knocking his fingers against the top of Obi-Wan’s thigh in the same pattern and--
And they’d developed the short-hand language themselves, at first just to kill time when they were stuck on one miserable world or the other. It had made sense to have signs of their own; the Separatists were always cracking Republic codes. Obi-Wan thought, with the benefit of hindsight, that had probably been intentional on Palpatine’s part.
So, they’d made their own language to speak silently in battle, to communicate plans and ideas quickly.
Obi-Wan sat up, his heart lurching in his chest, all at once, as memory shoved together the facts inside his head, leaving him gasping.
Because Cody had been tapping code onto his hip, their code - the 212th’s code - the language not even Anakin had ever learned. “No,” he’d said. “No,” over and over and over and over, against Obi-Wan’s skin.
Obi-Wan lurched to his feet with nowhere to go, bile burning up the back of his throat, his heart clenched hard in his chest. He did not know what had been done to the troopers. He’d been afraid to hope it could be undone. But-- but Cody remembered something. And he’d said “no,” over and over again. He’d talked to Obi-Wan. He’d--
He was in there, somewhere.
And that changed everything.
Obi-Wan stood there, breathing heavily, and tried to determine what he was possibly going to do next. He tried to remember if he’d - he’d told Cody it was alright. If Cody were in there, if he’d been tormented, too, had Obi-Wan said the right things? Had he said anything? His memories were a blur of pain and confusion. But he thought he had. He held onto that thought, tightly, as he tried to plan his next steps.
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There was not much Obi-Wan could possibly do. He did not know where Anakin had gone and did not much care. He braced, every time a trooper entered the room, recalling Anakin’s last words, but…
None of them made any move to touch him in such a way. He wondered if the troopers had simply not relayed Anakin’s orders, or if the very wording just made no sense to them in their current state. What did they know of joy, he wondered, watching them file in to feed him.
Still, he tapped out, quickly, “Thank you,” on Cody’s thigh, when they fed him, and felt him go still all over for a moment. And it was enough to kindle the failing sparks of hope inside Obi-Wan’s chest.
Cody was in there, somewhere. They were all in there, somewhere.
Obi-Wan would get them all out. Because if Cody had retained some piece of himself… There was no reason to believe it wasn’t true for the rest of them. Others had tapped against his skin, he recalled, shivering as his thoughts raced. They were still in their minds. Somehow.
And like hell was Obi-Wan going to leave him men to suffer this un-death, this un-making of all they were. He’d sworn to protect them, long ago. He’d failed in so many of his vows and duties. He wouldn’t fail that one.
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Obi-Wan had not managed to escape by the time Anakin returned. He braced himself as the troopers came for him, pulling him to his feet and hauling him through the base, wondering what new horrors Anakin had devised to unleash upon him.
Anakin had left the viewscreen open, again. The contact turmoil of Mustafar filled the room with angry, red light. It was a reminder, every time, of all of Obi-Wan’s mistakes and failings. He had failed to keep Anakin from falling to the Dark. And then he had failed to take the final, necessary step there on the edge of the lava.
He’d paid for his mistakes, but so had the rest of the galaxy.
He wouldn’t fail again, if given the chance.
He shook those thoughts aside as Anakin said, “I do hope you’re going to be more reasonable this time, old man.”
“I doubt that,” Obi-Wan replied. Talking still hurt. And he was no longer sure if his voice would ever return to its normal state. “I think you rather enjoy having an excuse to inflict pain, don’t you? If I didn’t provide you with one, you’d have to go to all the trouble of manufacturing a reason to hurt me.”
Anakin made a sharp sound, turned half-away and snapped, “Get on your knees.”
Obi-Wan sighed. He wondered why they had to keep engaging in this song and dance. They both knew he wasn’t going to kneel under his own power. But perhaps it brought Anakin whatever twisted kind of joy he could feel, in his present condition, to hold out the illusion of choice. Obi-Wan said, waiting for the pain, “I won’t.”
Anakin nodded, which was a surprise and a change from their usual script. He swept away from the open window, stalking over to his throne and sitting. He said, “I thought you’d say that, Obi-Wan. But I think you’ll change your mind. I’ve had an epiphany, you see.”
“Oh?” Obi-Wan asked, arching an eyebrow. “Perhaps you’ve realized--”
“2224,” Anakin interrupted, and Obi-Wan worked to keep his expression still and calm as the unbroken surface of a lake. So, it was to be more of this particular torment. He tried to keep the revulsion and horror off of his face, tried--
“Draw your blaster.” Obi-Wan blinked, startled. It seemed unlikely that Anakin intended to actually kill him. Death would mean an end to whatever enjoyment Anakin drew from torturing him. And merely making the threat without any intent to carry it out would… defang him.
He said, lifting his chin, “I’m not going to beg for my life.”
Anakin lifted his chin, just a little, mask ever unchanging but pleasure in his voice when he said, “Oh, I know that.” And then he waved a hand, lazy, and added, “Shoot 4574.”
Something froze inside Obi-Wan’s chest. He jerked to look, turning in time to hear the blaster shot, to watch Trip sway on his feet and then just - just collapse, down and back, smoke curling from his temple. Cody had shot him cleanly, at least he hadn’t suffered, more, but--
“Stop!” Obi-Wan cried out, the word a rasp through his damaged throat. He looked back at Anakin, wide-eyed. “What are you--”
“Shoot 6762 next,” Anakin said, hands gripping the edge of his throne, leaning forward a little, and Obi-Wan couldn’t--he wasn’t even getting time to do anything to stop it, watching another one of his men fall. “Now 34--”
There was no thought to dropping to his knees. Obi-Wan hit hard, not even bothering to try to steady himself. It hurt, but it was a distant, far away kind of pain. “Ah,” Anakin said, pleasure and satisfaction dripping off of his tone.
“Ever the Jedi,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan heard him stand but could not look away from Cody, standing there blank-faced, the blaster still up, pointing towards Bones, who was just standing there, waiting to die. “Even now. Even with the Order completely and justly destroyed. You’ve always been weak like this, haven’t you? I was working with the Zygerrians, of late. It reminded me. I wonder how weak you are, really?”
Obi-Wan looked up at him, breathing raggedly. He said, “Don’t hurt them.”
“I will do as I wish,” Anakin said. “2224--”
“No!” Obi-Wan shouted, as best as he could, his voice was still wrong. “I’m--”
“Put the blaster against your head.” And Obi-Wan froze, his heart lurching sideways in his chest, agony sweeping through him. He turned, helplessly, watching Cody lift the blaster and snug the barrel against his temple without any evidence of hesitation. The world shifted, terribly, under Obi-Wan, his gut lurching.
From somewhere far away, Anakin said, “Pull the--”
“Please, don’t,” Obi-Wan gasped out, the words dragged out of him. “I’m kneeling. Please.”
Anakin hesitated and shook his head. He sounded… disgusted when he said, ”Look at you. Begging for the life of this thing. Even after what it did to you.”
Obi-Wan rasped out, “He didn’t do anything to me. You--”
He cut off as fingers clenched into his hair, dragging his head back, forcing him to look up into Anakin’s dark mask. “It beat you almost to death,” Anakin hissed, “it forced itself on you. Didn’t it?”
Obi-Wan’s heart beat against his ribs, uncomfortably fast. The threat of the blaster against Cody’s head echoed between each word Anakin spoke. And the truth would not serve him, in that instant. It wouldn’t serve Cody. Obi-Wan swallowed and lied, “Yes.”
Anakin’s grip tightened briefly in his hair, Anakin’s breath hitched, tellingly. He shifted a little closer, a looming shadow, and his voice had gotten raspy when he said, “Call me by my name.”
And Obi-Wan weighed the lie against Cody’s life, for less than an instant, because it was no contest. He stared up into his own reflection, knowing he’d do whatever was necessary to keep Cody’s finger from pulling that trigger, ever again, and said, “Lord Vader.”
“There,” Anakin said, satisfaction curling around the word as he reached out, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek, “that wasn’t so hard, was it? All the pain you went through, just to avoid two little words. It wasn’t worth it, was it, Obi-Wan?”
Obi-Wan’s gut was hard and cold as rock, but he kept his voice steady, lying, “No.”
“I like you like this,” Anakin said, voice rumbling. “Agreeable. On your knees.” He stroked his thumb up, across Obi-Wan’s cheek. “But I’m not sure I’ve been convinced to spare 2224, here. It's defective, you know. Keeping it around is a drain on resources.”
“Please,” Obi-Wan said, because he did not need the Force to read this situation. He’d been in the hands of sadists more times than he could count, the power mad and and the power hungry. And he knew Anakin, better than anyone in the galaxy ever had, perhaps. “Please, Lord Vader, don’t kill him.”
Anakin made a little sound, thoughtful. “That’s the best you can do?”
Obi-Wan’s breath caught, just for a second, something breaking in his chest. It felt like his heart. “I’m begging you,” he said, and heard Anakin make a surprised, thick sound. “Please.” And he swallowed, tipping his head forward, as much as he could with Anakin’s fingers in his hair, “Please, spare him.”
“I don’t know,” Anakin said, tugging him forward, just a little, taking his hand off of Obi-Wan’s face, reaching for his armor, instead, Obi-Wan’s stomach turning over as nausea surged up his throat. “I’m not convinced, yet.”
“Please,” he said, his voice steady through sheer force of will as he made himself wet his bottom lip, knowing where this was going, seeing the terrible conclusion like the edge of a cliff, one he had no choice but to run over, because the alternative was letting any more of his men die, and he wouldn’t do that. Ever. “Let me convince you.”
And when it was done, when Anakin released his hair and let him slump down, gasping for breath, his mouth aching and his throat sore, his vision blurry, Anakin said, “I suppose that’s good enough. For now. You’ve always used your mouth well. Put the blaster away, 2224. And get him cleaned up. Bring him to my quarters when he’s...presentable. I wish to celebrate my victory properly.”
Anakin strode away then, cloak snapping, head high. He’d always been so smug, after a victory. Obi-Wan shuddered, shaking all over, waiting to be hauled to his feet. Nothing happened, for a long moment, long enough for him to look up, though he did not want to look into Cody’s face, at the moment, shame curdling in his gut at what he’d done--
Cody was staring forward, blaster still against his head, his free hand down by his side, finger jumping, tapping out, out-of-rhythm, “No, no, no, no, no.” There was blood, running down the side of his neck, and horror kicked over fresh and new in Obi-Wan’s gut.
“It’s alright,” Obi-Wan blurted, his heart shattering a bit more in his chest with each beat. But-- but his heart had broken to pieces before. He’d kept living. “Cody, please, put the blaster down, please, don’t--”
Obi-Wan jerked when two other troopers grabbed his arm, hauling him to his feet, where he swayed, feeling disoriented and dizzy, sick. Cody had not moved at all, by the time the troopers dragged Obi-Wan through the door, past the bodies of their dead brothers, who they didn’t even regard. “Cody! Don’t! Please!”
Obi-Wan hung onto the sight of him as the droids cleaned him up, as troopers dragged him back to Anakin’s rooms - not his throne room, but - but what appeared to be his actual quarters. There were troopers in the room. Lined up along one wall. A single trooper across from them, blaster drawn, finger on the trigger. Anakin looked him over and said, his voice thick and rasping, “Get on the bed.”
Obi-Wan thought about a blaster pressed against the side of Cody’s head, about Padmé, about the slaughtered younglings, his family, his men, the only people he had left, who needed him…. And he turned, looked at the bed, and said, “Yes, Lord Vader.”
#whumptober2020#no.16#forced to beg#clone wars#fic#non con#torture#abuse of prisoner#mind control#dead dove do not eat#oof!au#my writing#codywan#vaderkin#dark fic#please mind the warnings#they're there for a reason#character death
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@viperofsand submission:
I’d have you know that ‘everybody sins in their own way’ haunts me to this day, and rereading it with 'First Burn’ from the Hamilton musical playing in the background DIDN’T HELP AT ALL, and I started it imagining an in-universe Hamilton-style musical, made at an undetermined time by people who did their research but don’t know What We Readers Know. So, 'First Burn’, but with 1000x more drama and murder, with Anakin as Eliza, Angelica as Padme, and Vader as Anakin, set after the fall of the Republic/the Jedi, where Anakin rejects what his fellow Jedi Vader has become and destroys the records of their secret romance
(as an aside, the Vaderkin theories have three principal branches: the Lover branch, that Space Hamilton follows, that Vader and Anakin were romantically involved during the Clone Wars but Anakin refused to join the Empire and expend the next decades imprisoned in Mustafar in a fierce psychological fight for his own soul and sanity as Vader tries to convince him to join him; the Prisoner branch, in which they didn’t know each other personally until after the fall of the Republic, when Anakin survived the initial Jedi purge and was secretely wanted by the Empire for years, and when he got caught the Emperor gave him to Vader as a chew toy (this is also called the Irony branch); and finally the (Un)luckiest branch, in which Vader was obsessed with Anakin since the Clone Wars and when Anakin was betrayed by his own troops during Order 66 and captured, Vader intervened to suspend his execution and transfer him to his 'care’ on Mustafar.)
The lack of any documentation on Vader is thus explained in-musical as an empowering act of agency and privacy made by the only person who could explain to the galaxy who Vader was, and the one who could claim to have suffered the longest at his hands. And of course there’d be Discourse in-universe by people who like the explanation and those who think that takes away from Anakin’s tragedy and those who are like 'why did anyone make a make a musical about the galaxy’s most infamous couple when their kid is still alive? What were they thinking? Aren’t they afraid Luke Skywalker is going to review the musical and come for their entire lives?????’
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I’m out of spoons for today so sorry I can’t give a long reply but I wanted to answer immediately so:
1) I’m so so happy to hear you like my story! And I hope you’ll like knowing that I’m writing more? This verse just,,, stuck with me. And if nobody else is going to write Anakin/Vader self-cest, then I will!
2) This is hilarious and absolutely made my day
3) Those theories are definitely gonna show up!
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Once again the fandom coming together to daydream about Mickey helping Ian out and seeing him back on track to become an emt again but why is that on Mickey? Why does he always have to do things to make Ian happy when Ian's usually nothing but annoyed by Mickey and does nothing to make Mickey happy? Truly shows which character y'all care about more.
This got absurdly long, because I am who I am and did take the opportunity to go off on a tangent about valid conclusions and what not, so I put it under a cut. Read at your own risk! Oh, and I also do address the actual question about whether or not Ian's career is on Mickey, and whether or not Ian never does anything to make Mickey happy. ;)
For the sake of clarity, I got this ask in response to this post.
And I gotta say, nonnie, getting this ask perplexed me to the point of running off to Trusted Fandom Friends, demanding to know how my undying love and loyalty for Mickey could ever be doubted. Had to laugh at myself a little, actually, and the strenght of my befuddlement. It reminded me of the time I went on a trip with people from the 501st (cosplayers dedicated to the bad guys in Star Wars) and Rebel Legion (cosplayers dedicated to the good guys in Star Wars) and a lot of people assumed I was a Rebel sympathizer simply because I had friends in that group and those were the people who had invited me. Excuse me, I didn't yell, I have like 30 Darth Vaders in my damned home, how dare you question my allegiance? I was so used to always being known as a diehard Vaderkin fangirl that the mer fact of strangers failing to recognize me as such genuinely fucked a little with my sense of identity. My love of Mickey isn't anywhere near as deeply ingrained into my sense of self, since he's only been an occasional presence in my life since 2016 while Darth Vader's been my main man since 1994, but it was still a little jarring to suddenly find myself (mis)identified as an Ian stan.
Being a fangirl is strange.
And I want to make it clear that I do love Ian. He's a fascinating character and, to me, he's a character that's often much harder to understand than Mickey. He rewards careful analysis and discussion, though, so I guess I tend to talk a lot about him? I don't need to spend as much time considering Mickey's feelings and motivations because they are (almost) always pretty obvious; I don't need to tease them out. But at the end of the day, Mickey is my favourite. (Though I'll always love Ian and Mickey together more than I love either of them on their own. It's like fresh cilantro and mint – each perfectly lovely in their own right, but the combination of them creates a flavour that's just out of this world.)
Now, you might argue that you don't follow me and so have no idea who I am and what I like to post about, and that going only by that single post (which, in fairness, was tagged with 'i just want ian to be happy okay?') I give off the general impression of an Ian stan. And that's fair enough; I'm an obscure blog in a decently big fandom and you're not required to keep track of anyone. However, if you want to throw around passive aggressive accusations of caring more about one character than the other, I will ask you to do your research first. Reacting to one single piece of data without considering the context is a common but highly unfortunate practice that needlessly complicates meaningful conversations, and we'd all do well to abstain from it.
Oh, you don't want to spend a lot of time and energy on consdering every single thing a specific Tumblr blog has ever said on a specific topic just so you can draw a valid conclusion about their stance? That's perfectly understandable, nonnie, and easily sorted: refrain from making unsubstantiated claims about what other people think or don't think and you won't have to. Ask them, if you wonder. If you see a tendency in fandom to put the responsibility for Ian's wellbeing and career or Mickey's shoulders and want to discuss that, that's totally cool! I am game (and will address that question below)! But it's very possible to do that without somewhat rudely ascribing perferences and opinions to other people, and you'll get better answers for it (for instance, you won't have to wade through me rambling on about valid conclusions and my memories from other fandoms... ).
It seems to me, though, that this touches upon a long-held frustration of yours. If I interpret your ask correctly, you think the show gives us an Ian who is mostly annoyed with Mickey and doesn't do anything to make him happy, and you think that the fandom responds to this by relegating Mickey to the role of Ian's caretaker, whose sole purpose is to serve Ian's needs without any regard for what might Mickey himself happy. Have I got that right?
If so, it should be noted that I don't agree with either of these takes: I don't think that's the Ian the show gives us (a point I will return to below), and I don't think that fandom at large only cares about Ian's happiness, and I particularly don't think that my post can be used a evidence of the latter.
For instance, when you sent me this ask the post in question had all of 40 notes. As I write this, it has just over 70. ”The fandom coming together” seems to be slightly overstating the case, don't you think? There are certainly fans who care more about Ian and only see Mickey as valuable as long as he contributes to Ian's happiness, just as there are fans who care more about Mickey and only see Ian as valuable as long as he contributes to Mickey's happiness - but this single post with less than a hundred notes does not support that either of these stances would be predominant within the fandom. (And, while on the topic, I'd like to state that I don't actually see a problem with either of those stances; these are fictional characters that exists for our entertainment and we don't have any moral obligations to treat them equally and fairly. Don't ruin other fans' fun by dumping on either of them in the character or shipping tags or on character and shipping posts and this is not a problem. It might be a somewhat unpopular opinion, but I don't think you have to love or even like all characters in a ship to ship it: I refuse to drink plain tea because it's nasty but put a splash of milk in it and its my favourite thing ever. You can love a combination without loving all the seperate pieces on their own. And yeah, I do revert to food metaphors a lot. I like food.)
Secondly, whether or not the post can be said to represent the feeling of the fandom at large (it cannot), I think that reading a post specifically about ”Mickey helping Ian out and seeing him back on track to become an emt again” and then extrapolating from that that Mickey ”always have to do things to make Ian happy” is a little wild. The very first thing I wrote for this fandom was a vision of Ian offering Mickey comfort, goddammit. (Ian giving Mickey a hug is so high on my list of desires, you can't even imagine)
As for your actual question (and, ah, imagine how much shorter this post would be if you had just left it at that) – of course that's not on Mickey. That much, incidentally, I've actually explicitly stated in another post. Ian might have his issues but he's still an adult and responsible for himself. That being said, I don't see it as particularly strange that someone would go out of their way to help their partner when they see them struggling? If I realize that someone I care about is unhappy and there's a way for me to help, I would want to help because I love them and want them to be happy, even if it's – ethically speaking – not my responsibility to do so. Pretty sure Mickey, who is action-oriented and so very protective of the people he loves, feels the same way.
Of course, if it's a one-sided thing – if one partner is always the one to do stuff for the other and never receives any support in return – that's not a healthy relationship, and I assume that this is what you're seeing in the show and taking exception to?
Only... I can't help but wonder who this Ian is, this uncaring, selfish version you see – because I don't quite get how it can be the Ian who emptied his bank account for Mickey, or the Ian who was ready to throw his parole and stay in prison for Mickey even when they were in the middle of a fight specifically because Mickey said it would make him happy, or the one who kept trying to talk to Mickey and win him back after Mickey punched him in the face, accidentally broke his leg, and took off with a new lover (I'm not taking sides in this one, btw – I have a lot of sympathy and understanding for both of them and their actions throughout this whole sorry affair), or the Ian who immediately wanted to marry Mickey protect him from the consequences of a murder Ian thought he had actually comitted, or the Ian who went along with arranging a real wedding even though he initially didn't at all understand why this was important to Mickey and who had someone come serenade him once he did, or the Ian who chose At last for Mickey to walk up to the aisle to, or the Ian who keeps trying to reach out to Mickey and to touch him and discuss their issues in a mature way even when he's (justifiably) upset about Mickey using all their wedding money without telling Ian. (Though Ian deciding for both of them that they're saving the money isn't great either.)
I mean, Ian's absolutely done shitty things, as has Mickey. They're human, and they're the products of a chaotic and often hostile enviroment. They do mess up a lot; they've hurt each other rather badly over the years. Depending on your perspective and preferences, you may think one or the other have behaved worse, but as far as I can see, the claim that Ian never does anything to make Mickey happy is simply not supported.
Ian has seemed unusually annoyed with Mickey this season, I'll give you that, but while that's not always the most fun thing to watch and I strongly sympathize with the wish to just see Ian look at Mickey with that fond look again, I don't find him being frustrated right now all that weird, given the circumstances. I'd argue it has less to do with Mickey and more to do with a general frustration over thwarted ambitions and not being able to hold on even to a really shitty job, though Mickey's attitude doesn’t exactly help (which is not to say that I think that Ian's the one in the right here, becasue Ian's way of handling things hasn't always been been stellar either). However, I do have faith in them sorting this out – because even though they fight and bicker and get annoyed with each other, there's never any indication that they're not both committed to making this marriage thing work. They certainly stumble, they misunderstand each other and lash out, but they calm down and go to sleep in the same bed and compromise and keep trying. Every day, they – both of them – choose each other.
I'd like to finish this off by noting, even though it's not entirely relevant to my argument, that that the number one thing that does make Mickey happy is being together with Ian, and even when Ian is pissed at Mickey and withholding sex (which was very ill-advised but says a lot of interesting things about his character, I think!) no one's sleeping on the couch, there are no nights away from the house and each other, and even in the middle of an argument they sit and stand next to each other. I think that's pretty telling of Ian's dedication, especially given his propensity for running away from his problems.
Phew. Okay, nonnie – though we don't agree and I doubt you'll find this answer satisfactory, I hope you see that I have done my best to understand your point of view and treat your arguments fairly and give you a thoughtful response. If you'd like to get back to me and elaborate on your stance, I'd ask that you show me the same courtesy. :)
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85 Thoughts while watching Return of the Jedi
1. THE HELMETS ARE DUMB
2. I still love the idea that Stormtroopers fucking loved Vader, and all of the commanders were terrified of him.
3. Vader helmet so shiny.
4. Back on Tatooine. It always comes back to Tatooine, doesn’t it?
5. 3P0 was so hoping that the door wouldn’t open. He just wanted to go home.
6. Everyone in Jabba’s palace looks really...gross. I guess that fits, right? Jabba’s palace is super gross, so.
7. I never understood as a child the slavery - and the sex slavery - aspect of Jabba’s palace. Only as an adult have I fully understood just how fucked up this is.
8. Remember kids, Luke has NO IDEA that Anakin was a Hutt slave as a child. Is there any canon stuff where he finds out about that? I’d be interested.
9. Han’s carbonite face is so fucking dumb.
10. Man droid torture is no joke. If that’s what they do to droids, think about what they do to people...
11. Oh god, the musical number. Like I thought it was funny when I saw it for the first time when they did the re-releases, but also, it’s this weird dissonance between that and Oola’s death.
12. Jabba is so much creepier here than in New Hope.
13. I love all the disguises and subterfuge in the opening storyline. And I love that they took the time to deal with Jabba and the bounty on Han’s head. It’s a nice break from the Galactic War.
14. I remember watching this for the first time, and when Leia pulls the helmet off and is like “Someone who loves you” I was like OMG! And my shipper heart grew ten times as large.
15. Han is so...moist. Here. Blugh.
16. Ugh. God. Poor Leia. They do a good job of illustrating just how fucking terrible Jabba is, but...god dammit.
17. Han and Chewie reunion! <3 <3 <3
18. Luke Skywalker - Jedi Knight. Somewhere Mace Windu is looking at all of Luke’s attachments and impulsive behaviors and dry heaving.
19. THE BIKINI IS GROSS! The only thing good about it is that Leia will eventually strangle Jabba to death while wearing it. Otherwise? Ugh.
20. Luke Skywalker. Jedi Knight. Fashion icon.
21. I always felt bad for the Rancor’s master. He loved his Rancor. And the Rancor was just as much a slave as any of the people in Jabba’s palace. It was probably only fed when there was a person Jabba wanted to kill so it would be as vicious as possible.
22. This trio is so bad-ass.
23. Luke knows what the Sarlacc is.
24. BANTHA HERD!
25. Ugh. The Dune Sea is really fake-looking here.
26. R2 as waiter makes me so happy. It’s so ridiculous.
27. “Convenient.”
28. Anakin Skywalker would be so fucking proud of his daughter strangling Jabba the Hutt to death. It’s everything he ever wanted to do to fucking slavemasters on Tatooine.
29. “Boba Fett. Boba Fett. WHERE?!”
30. Per Dettiot: Luke went to Obi-Wan’s old hut on Tatooine and found the handbook to make his lighsaber, as well as some kyber crystals. What else he was up to between Empire and Jedi, I’m not sure.
31. Knee. High. Chanel. Boots.
32. The sheer utter chaos and destruction would make Anakin Skywalker kvell*.
33. I don’t know if Yoda considers Luke his friend. More like just another snot-nosed apprentice who will eventually disappoint him.
34. Leave us alone, Palpatine. What a fucking pruny piece of shit.
35. Yoda’s death is so bitter-sweet for me. I love Yoda. But he made so many mistakes in his life that he never really owned up to. I suppose he felt that his exile was his penance. But I don’t know if I agree. He could have come out of hiding to aid the Rebellion.
36. Also, he was planning to die without coming clean to Luke about Vader. And that is some horse shit.
37. “Suffer your father’s fate.” At least he’s admitting that Anakin wasn’t solely to blame. That there was manipulation there.
38. “I can’t go on alone.” Go find Ahsoka and Ezra! You’re not alone!!
39. The fact that Obi-Wan truly believed that that Anakin had died and Vader took his place.
40. Yoda and Obi-Wan never moved on from their trauma. They keep reliving their trauma and so they cannot move forward, and so they keep making the same mistakes over and over. Asking Luke to kill Vader is proof of that.
41. And it really shows that Obi-Wan, even after his attachments to Satine and Akakin and Ahsoka - does not understand family. Luke saying “I can’t kill my father,” and Obi-Wan being like “Whelp. There’s no other way so the Emperor wins.”
42. There being no mention of Luke and Leia’s mother ANYWHERE except for the one moment later on, drives me CRAZY. Obi-Wan could have told Luke about Padme then.
43. I love that Han and Leia can sit next to each other in a meeting and not have to have arms wrapped around each other. Just being next to each other is enough.
44. GENERAL SOLO! Leia’s face. “Excuse you, how did you suddenly get hotter?”
45. The painted backgrounds are so beautiful.
46. Poncho game is strong in this movie.
47. FLY CASUAL is such a stupid line. I love it.
48. Skywalker twin exasperation is the best. Padme would be proud.
49. Leia just going for it is so so good.
50. I know Ewoks catch a lot of shit for...well..being Ewoks. But I love them. They’re adorable! And they have no qualms about eating humans!
51. “My Son.” I think this is the first time Vader has referred to Luke as his son to someone who isn’t Luke, instead of the “Son of Skywalker.”
52. Watch as we realize that Leia has been holding the one brain cell this entire time, and Han, Luke and Chewie get totally clueless.
53. PROPER.
54. I love Ewok tree houses.
55. Remember kids. They were planning to eat Han, Luke and Chewie.
56. Where the hell did that dress even come from that Leia is wearing??? They just had that lying around?
57. I guess they ate the last woman who wore it.
58. I love that 3P0 in New Hope, claims he’s not much of a storyteller, and then in the Jedi like is like a master storyteller lol.
59. And here, we get the only mention of Padme. And it wasn’t even Padme. It was a handmaiden. I will forever be salty that Padme isn’t mentioned at all because George didn’t think of her until the prequels. Argh.
60. Luke’s unwavering belief in Anakin is so amazing. The sequels did that part of his character so dirty. This version of Luke would never have tried to kill his nephew.
61. “It is too late for me.” God dammit, Anakin. The thing is that if he goes with Luke, he is admitting that everything he has done for the last twenty years is all for nothing, and he just fucking can’t do it. So much denial .So much pain. Fuck you, Vaderkin.
62. EWOK ON A SPEEDER
63. REX! A REX SIGHTING! YES!
64. Y’all remember that Ewok movie with the blonde child? “Star cruiser crash!!”
65. Padme would be so proud of Luke’s fashion.
66. Wedge got promoted! Yay!
67. I love the old Hollywood trick of shadowing the Emperor’s face except for his eyes.
68. I just. I love that the Empire is defeated by fucking teddy bears. I know a lot of people hate it, but it’s just- it feels so karmic. They’ve done such terrible things. And to be taken down by these fuzzy, little bastards. *chef’s kiss*
69. Palpatine hitting in that nerve that Luke has about his attachments. About his hope. Oof.
70. The entire Vader fight is just him trying not to see how much like Padme Luke is. That’s gotta hurt.
71. Bro. Vader. You do not want to try shit with Leia. Like. No. Fuck’s sake. Don’t try it. She’ll have all of you arrested and then executed.
72. Yes Luke. Thow away that lightsaber. Show that wrinky fuck who’s boss.
73. I love that Anakin gets to make the right choice here. He does what he didn’t do with Mace. He finally realizes all the lies...all the manipulation...that he can make things different. And he does. And it rightfully costs him his life.
74. Vader couldn’t survive. Vader would have been tried for his crimes and either executed or jailed for the rest of his life. The same thing happened to Ben Solo in the sequels. He had to die. Otherwise he’d have to have a real-world ending: Prison or execution.
75. I feel so sad that Anakin became this fucking horror show of a person. It didn’t have to be this way. Fuck.
76. “Tell your sister...you were right.”
77. Oh Han no. No no no.
78. No Han.
79. HAN.
80. Han’s face when he finds out Luke is Leia’s brother is hilarious.
81. I wish that Rex and Ahsoka had been there when Luke burned Anakin’s body. I feel like they needed to, for their own closure. And Luke would have felt like he had people who understood. Who loved and knew Anakin before all of this.
82. AND NOW WE PARTY!
83. Let’s eat Stormtrooper!
84. I am SO MAD that all of this will be undone by the sequel trilogy. Ugh.
85. I want them to refilm Hayden now that he’s just about the age Anakin would have been when he died as a Force ghost. I feel like that would be really nice.
*Kvell - Yiddish - to be bursting with pride
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One of the things that is so much fun about STAR WARS fic is the potential to play with Dark!Anakin (sometimes Vaderkin, sometimes a different version of Sith!Anakin, sometimes just Anakin going down a dark path), where he’s fallen to the dark side, but is still wrapped up in all his issues, just more wild and fey now, more unstable and volatile and it’s so super delicious.
✦ Fire and Ice by Yesac, obi-wan & anakin & some anakin/padme & cast, 111.9k
Anakin wins the duel on Mustafar, but doesn’t kill Obi-Wan. Along with Padme, Obi-Wan finds himself living in a chaotic world where the man he thought he knew has become the thing he swore to destroy. Can Anakin be turned back? If so, what then?
✦ A Walking Shadow by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & padme & luke & leia & palpatine & cast, 74.6k
It is five years into the Empire’s ascension, an order built on the blood and bodies of the Jedi. None survived, they say, and the handsome, icy profile of Lord Vader plastered across every Imperial city leaves no room for doubt in the minds of many. But Vader knows there is at least one left, one that escaped him on Mustafar all those years ago.
✦ Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & rex & padme & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan (sort of), dark themes, 38.6k
The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.
✦ Tenebroso by the_dragongirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi wan, 1.4k
In the aftermath of battle, Anakin gets a little bit selfish with one of his lovers. Obi-Wan really doesn’t mind.
✦ Finding Balance by moonstone (amythestice), obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & han & yoda & qui-gon & cast, sith!obi-wan, 27k wip
The Dark side clouds everything, even to eyes that should see through the murk with ease. Darth Sidious has miscalculated, drastically, and the waiting game for his enemies is now at an end, and Balance is at hand.
✦ Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & mace & dooku & palpatine & cast, sith!obi-wan, NSFW, 95.4k wip
Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness.
✦ I, Myself, In You, Together by calicokat + Compromised by cupiscent, obi-wan/anakin + anakin/padme + obi-wan/anakin/padme, sith!obi-wan, 4.3k
Anakin returns from hunting Obi-Wan, and tears Padme’s universe apart.
✦ Bread and Circuses by cupiscent, obi-wan/anakin/padme, sith!obi-wan, 2.8k
The shape of Padme’s life.
✦ Gravitation by calicokat, obi-wan/anakin + obi-wan/padme + obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 3.4k
Obi-Wan enjoys a respite from his service to Dooku.
✦ Darkside Echoes Part 1 + Part 2 by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, sith!obi-wan, sith!anakin, 3k
Qui-Gon stares, astonished and dismayed, at the scene taking place beyond the glass. Two Sith, imprisoned at the heart of the Jedi Temple – both of them painfully familiar and yet so very strange.
✦ Custos by jedipati, obi-wan & anakin + background anakin/padme & luke & leia, 5.5k
The Revenge of the Sith went very differently. Now, six years later, Obi-Wan Kenobi guards the Imperial Prince and Princess from hiding, hoping that he will never have to reveal himself. Because if he did- well, he tried never to think about it.
✦ Second Chances by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33), obi-wan/anakin & han/luke & leia + cast, de-aged fic, 106.3k wip
Leia wasn’t convinced inviting evil incarnate to join them in fighting the Empire was exactly one of Obi-Wan’s brightest ideas.
✦ Everything You Wanted by obaona, obi-wan & anakin + background anakin/padme, 11.3k
A RotS AU. Anakin is now Emperor and has captured ObiWan. But things are never that simple …
✦ Back Drifting by puts foot in mouth, obi-wan & anakin, de-aged!obi-wan, 20.4k wip
After falling on Mustafar, Obi-Wan awakens to the dubious reality of being trapped in the cloned body of his child self, and now has to cope with the reversed father/son relationship fostered upon him by the new Sith Lord.Darth Vader redemption story.
✦ Cruel by Bablefishmouse, obi-wan/anakin/padme & luke, sith!obi-wan, 1.2k
Luke grew up in the Great Empire run by his three parents, Sith Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala. But now he’s nearly an adult, and he wants to learn.
✦ space dementia by wellwhiskey, eventual obi-wan/anakin/padme & dooku, sith!obi-wan, 30.7k wip
AU - Darth Maul survives the Battle of Theed. Obi-Wan succeeds in his quest for vengeance but fails to escape The Dark Side. Anakin goes along for the ride.
full details + recs under the cut!
✦ Fire and Ice by Yesac, obi-wan & anakin & some anakin/padme & cast, 111.9k
Anakin wins the duel on Mustafar, but doesn’t kill Obi-Wan. Along with Padme, Obi-Wan finds himself living in a chaotic world where the man he thought he knew has become the thing he swore to destroy. Can Anakin be turned back? If so, what then?
This is one of the earliest fics I read in the fandom and I imprinted hard on it, but I wasn’t sure if it would hold up to a reread, so I decided to pick it up again for another read–and it absolutely holds up. In a lot of ways, this is the fic that got me into this relationship–I liked both characters, I had feelings about their relationship, but this is one the that really cemented in that this is what I’m here for and this is so much of how I wanted to see them done. It’s resolutely a gen fic and I’m fine reading it in that vein, I enjoy their dynamic on that level as well, but I think it’s worth reading if you ship them as well, because their relationship is so important to both characters, it’s the foundation on which they stand for both of them, and it’s also just really, really spot on.
This is an Anakin who has so much power at his fingertips, but is the emotionally weak one, this is an Anakin who is consumed by fear and anger and desperation and cravings for approval from those he loves, this is an Anakin who has such good in him, but took a very wrong turn. And this is an Obi-Wan who can be cut off from the Force, who can not be up to his usual speed, and yet he still has this iron will that’s incredible, he still looks Anakin right in the eye and refuses to be worn down, this is an Obi-Wan who cannot be compromised in the way Anakin wants him to be, because Obi-Wan’s strength of character is incredible. This is what I imprinted on and this is what I remain true to–that this is why they’re both such fascinating, complicated characters who become so entwined with each other and supporting each other and loving each other and trying to figure out a way forward together and working through their issues together, all in a way that’s about growth and healing in such a good, emotionally satisfying way.
But also on a sheer id-pleasing level, the first half of this fic is fucking delicious, it’s the best “Anakin wins the duel on Mustafar and keeps Obi-Wan prisoner” fic I have ever found, it understands Obi-Wan’s character just as much as it understands Anakin’s character, how strength comes in different forms. That even without the Force, holy shit, Obi-Wan is goddamned nightmare because he’s so smart and he may not be the Chosen One, but he was one of the best of the Jedi. And, oh, Anakin so desperately trying to gain his approval, when he climbs into bed with Obi-Wan it was one of my favorite scenes, it didn’t need to be anything more than what it was to be perfect. There are a ton of character insights in this fic, there are some great lines, there’s a great plot, and the writing is top-notch. To this day, this fic remains my #1 favorite in this fandom, the first half of this fic especially is everything I want re: characterization and writing. It was practically emotional/id porn for me and even if you don’t usually read genfic, I would suggest giving this one a shot, because, boy, is it ultimately ever really, really about the relationship between Obi-Wan and Anakin and it delivers on the emotional climax moments.
✦ A Walking Shadow by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & padme & luke & leia & palpatine & cast, 74.6k
It is five years into the Empire’s ascension, an order built on the blood and bodies of the Jedi. None survived, they say, and the handsome, icy profile of Lord Vader plastered across every Imperial city leaves no room for doubt in the minds of many. But Vader knows there is at least one left, one that escaped him on Mustafar all those years ago.
I’ve done several recs for this fic, which are all posted here, but I’m sticking with a single rec that won’t give too much away, but still hopefully tells you why you should read one of my favorite fics: This is one of the earliest fics of Lily’s that I read and it’s created a special place in my heart because I love the concept, that Anakin redemption fics are incredibly special to me, and I felt like I went on a bit of a journey with this one, that I’d been following it for awhile and each update meant something to me. Ultimately this fic is about the path of redemption, that it’s not an easy road to step onto, much less walk down one that never really has a specific end, and this fic does a beautiful job with that, how Anakin does such terrible things and the ways he is or isn’t able to come back from them. And while I love canon a great deal, Anakin never really was redeemed, he died to save his son, he had one moment of selflessness (in a selfish way, honestly, because that’s Anakin for you, I love him so much) rather than actually doing any of the work, but this is a story that has a real cost for him. This is a story where it’s not easy, where he struggles, but it’s worth it in the end. Because his chilren love him, because Obi-Wan loves him, because he can’t hurt any more people that he loves.
It’s a story that’s novel length because that’s what it takes to write Anakin’s redemption in full like this, and it’s about the fight on Mustafar going differently, that leaves Vader without the suit, and I love that Padme is such an important weight in this story, even as it’s largely about Obi-Wan and Anakin at the heart of it. It’s an entirely gen fic, this is about them as brothers, but my id was pleased because they’re both parents to the children, because Obi-Wan is the shining light in Anakin’s darkness, because Anakin is the reason Obi-Wan gets out of bed in the morning, because the ending of the fic was so very, very Anakin Skywalker, so desperate to keep the people he loves close and safe, so teetering on the edge of darkness because he doesn’t know how to handle things, because he’s so wrenched around on the inside, and how things end up… I definitely kind of got a little misty-eyed by the end, because it was the exact bittersweet notes that a fic like this needed.
Which isn’t to forget that there’s actually a plot going on here! And world-building! There are a lot of really cool, interesting details and a genuinely intense final fight that has shades of horror in it in such a great way, the creatures that show up in this fic, the Sith artifacts that are used, are genuinely creepy and had me on the edge of my seat while I was reading because the action was so good! But, oh, the second to last scene (and, hell, the epilogue as well), especially with the kids, just hit me right in the feelings place and I can’t tell you how satisfying this fic was. It’s such a good, good fic for all these elements, for both of these characters, for fans of plot, for fans of having to work for redemption and how that makes it all the more satisfying, for fans who just want a good story. I’m sad to see the story end, but it was a great end and so incredibly worth reading.
✦ Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & rex & padme & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan (sort of), dark themes, 38.6k
The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.
I��ve done several recs for this fic, which are all posted here, but I’m (mostly) sticking with an earlier rec that won’t give too much away, but still hopefully tells you why you should read one of my favorite fics: I don’t always go for really dark fic, but I’ve liked this author’s other work so much and there was the promise of Anakin riding Obi-Wan like a greedy, desperate thing, so, okay, I’ll give it a shot! And it’s really lovely writing and there’s something so entirely unsettling about the silence of the two of them, contrasted against how we’re familiar with them as loud and bantery characters, that they’re the old married couple who bickers constantly. Here, that’s been stripped away from them, instead it’s taken them down to little more than base instincts, yet that connection between them remains, and it’s the strength of the writing that really pulls that off, that really makes me able to see this and feel so much about it. That I still see the characters I knew from canon in these warped and twisted versions of them was heartbreaking, but also the thing that super made it worth reading. Well, that and the furiously intense aftermath of their mission where they crash against each other and the sex is rough and harsh and Anakin climbs onto Obi-Wan’s lap and rides him like a demon possessed and, okay, I’m really into that, the darker quality to their relationship, as well as the pretty writing.
There’s such a lovely image in this moment: And then after more gasps and moans and fumbling with sweet slickness they had switched, Sen in the plush seat and the milky white disc of the planet outside a strange halo around Koh’s head as Koh rode him as hard as he could, thighs apart as he straddled Sen’s lap and their breaths harsh gasps against the faint ticking of the chronometer in the silence of the apartment. It’s taking all the good things about their relationship and inverting them, in some ways a negative image of what they are in canon, and making it lovely and heartbreaking and addictive. There are always undercurrents of darkness in the Star Wars canon, especially with these two, but they’re not always teased out in the right ways, but, oh, this one worked very, very well for me. Also, that sex scene was lovely and I’m always here for Anakin’s head crowned with a halo as he sits on Obi-Wan’s lap, give me that always.
It’s ultimately a fic that’s a bittersweet experience, but an incredibly lovely one. The final chapter gave me everything I could have asked for from it, the gamut of emotions that I come to this fandom and these characters for, in a way that was pleasing and satisfying both. The epilogue brought genuine tears to my eyes, it was a story that earned its ending, I felt, and was an incredibly experience of a story. If you’re not up for darker fic, then this one might not be for you, but if you don’t mind that going in, then this is a gorgeous one. ✦ Tenebroso by the_dragongirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi wan, 1.4k
In the aftermath of battle, Anakin gets a little bit selfish with one of his lovers. Obi-Wan really doesn’t mind.
This was a joyful fic to read, because honestly Anakin being all revved up from battle and saying, “I’m gonna ride you into the ground” + eagerly filling himself up with Obi-Wan, who clearly enjoys watching Anakin ride him and what Anakin needs to send himself over the edge is Obi-Wan’s guidance and encouragement, that soft touch of affection and care, that it’s so good to feel Obi-Wan in him but it’s just not quite enough, not until Obi-Wan reaches out to him. I love that moment, because it says so much about Anakin to me, that he can be so wound up and wild, but what he really wants is that soft touch to turn towards, in addition to the very lovely imagery of the piece, this is just how I like my Anakin riding Obi-Wan’s dick fanfic to go, god bless.
✦ Finding Balance by moonstone (amythestice), obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & han & yoda & qui-gon & cast, sith!obi-wan, 27k wip
The Dark side clouds everything, even to eyes that should see through the murk with ease. Darth Sidious has miscalculated, drastically, and the waiting game for his enemies is now at an end, and Balance is at hand.
I have a weakness for Sith!Obi-Wan, even as difficult as it is to get me to actually believe it. While this fic needs a bit of a scrub with the beta brush, I really, really liked the heart of what was here, the different aspects that the fic wove together–that this is Obi-Wan/Anakin and redefining what “balance” means when it comes to the Force. I think it works for me because the Force is different from Lucas’ vision of it (but with Lucas gone, who knows where things will go, it’s hard to pin these things down), that the Dark Side isn’t evil, but instead the mirror image of the Light Side. It uses emotions, especially anger, but it’s just as necessary as the Light Side is, which makes me able to see Obi-Wan as someone who would side with the Dark, especially given that he has a lot of intense feelings about Anakin.
But I admit it also hits my id in that it’s got action scenes and a whole lot of long-term plotting from Obi-Wan and Anakin, that it’s about them defeating the current Empire and about Anakin’s utter and complete loyalty to Obi-Wan as his Master, that it gives him focus and emotional rewards to keep him from actually becoming Vader. I read the whole fic in about one or two sittings and found myself engrossed in the story, I wanted to know what was going to happen next, I was enjoying the tropes the fic used (loyalty kink + competency kink = so good for me) and while it’s a wip and updates are slow, there’s plenty of the good stuff along the way.
✦ Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & mace & dooku & palpatine & cast, sith!obi-wan, NSFW, 95.4k wip
Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness.
I’ve done several recs for this fic, which are collated on this post, but I’m sticking with an earlier rec that won’t give too much away, but still hopefully tells you why you should read one of my favorite fics: I cannot tell you how in love with this fic I am, how much I love what it’s doing on both a plot level and an id-pleasing level. The fic first got me with these little moments of Ben (older Sith!Obi-Wan) and the way he would crowd into Anakin’s space, the way he would touch Anakin, the way he would run a hand down Anakin’s back or shove him up against the wall when he was getting out of control, there was this quiet but powerful intimacy between them, both dangerous and something very genuine there. It’s so incredibly good, the way Anakin curls up against Ben’s side or wriggles onto his lap, the way he so very much wants affection from his once-again-Master, the way Ben knows this after all they’ve been through together and the lives they’ve lived and this second chance, the way he absolutely is manipulative and much more iron-handed than he was before, but some part of Anakin feeds on that. It’s so well written and there’s such charm and sparkle to the writing, it’s that sweet spot between just exactly what my id wants and the more rational part of me that is impressed with the world-building and plotting and character motivations, that I legitimately respect the fic. It’s such a great example of what Obi-Wan would be like if freed from the restraints he puts on himself as a Jedi–he has power, sure, but it’s also such intelligence and insight, such lethality and being predatory in all the right moments, the way you really, really understand how Obi-Wan is dangerous when he puts all of his skills to less noble purposes.
And the plot is good, it’s a great cast of different versions of the characters, the older versions having been dumped back in time and are running around to fix things in their own way, including a time out to go free the slaves on Tatooine and, of course, have more run-ins with the Jedi. I love that there are light saber battles, I love that they’re not just idling around, they’re doing stuff, moving the pieces around from the shadows, in addition to their complicated relationship developing further. I am H O O K E D on this fic and it’s honestly one of the most satisfying I’ve read in the fandom yet, it’s one of those that I pretty much drop everything else to go read when there’s a new chapter, it’s one that I’m torn between tripping over myself to read everything as fast as I can because I want more and forcing myself to go slower becaus I want to savor it, it’s one of those that I never want to end, but also I want all of it to be able to read everything right now. I’ve enjoyed everything I’ve read from this author but, oh, this one is special.
✦ I, Myself, In You, Together by calicokat + Compromised by cupiscent, obi-wan/anakin + anakin/padme + obi-wan/anakin/padme, sith!obi-wan, 4.3k
Anakin returns from hunting Obi-Wan, and tears Padme’s universe apart.
There are two other fics in this series, but I think these are the two that should most be read together, they’re the closest in timeline to each other, and one plays soon off the other. And, oh, I’m a sucker for Sith!Obi-Wan who is so mannered and polite and yet utterly dangerous, he knows how to cut to the quick of people, to both of these people (but, oh, especially Anakin, who wants to be angry and riled up, but this is Obi-Wan and instead he’s paralyzed and just wants to give anything up to get back to where they were) and while it’s not a fully fleshed out universe, it’s snippets in a much larger storyline, what’s here is so fascinating and good. I love that all three of these characters have such presence, that I found each of them fascinating, and I love how much it really hurt to see Obi-Wan breaking Anakin apart, doing so very deliberately to put Anakin where he wants him, then the lovely look at Padme’s character as she thinks over the offer before her and what she sees and knows about her husband and the way his Master affects him, how she is actually a politican here in a way that’s fascinating to watch. I really, really enjoyed these two pieces a lot!
✦ Bread and Circuses by cupiscent, obi-wan/anakin/padme, sith!obi-wan, 2.8k
The shape of Padme’s life.
This is set in the same universe as the above fics, but way far into the future, so you can probably read it as a standalone if you want or you can read them together. I enjoyed pretty much every single aspect of this fic, to the point where it might be my favorite of the entire series, because I do enjoy the look at Padme’s character and how she deals with people as Chancellor, I enjoyed the sparkling moments she has with Anakin, and then the two of them with Obi-Wan as well. But, oh, it was the ending that got me, the sheer promise and potential of it, that it caught my imagination and wouldn’t let it go! I love the three of them together, the way this universe has them rising to the top and there’s this sense of something larger than life about them, yet it doesn’t keep them from feeling entirely human together in hovercar on their way to a night out, the way they look at each other, tease each other, love each other. So many fantastic little details woven into the story that I’m just completely enamored with everything about it!
✦ Gravitation by calicokat, obi-wan/anakin + obi-wan/padme + obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 3.4k
Obi-Wan enjoys a respite from his service to Dooku.
It’s a toss-up between this one and the previous one for what my favorite fic in this series is, because this one has exactly what I’m looking for with Sith!Obi-Wan stories–where he knows exactly how to strike at people to pull them apart and put them where he wants them. While the beginning has Obi-Wan/Padme and it is an important part of the greater dynamic, while she is necessary and part of the stability of these three, it really is even more about the effect it has on Anakin. This is somewhere in the middle of the greater storyline, where Obi-Wan still works for Dooku, there are only vague plottings for now, but groundwork is being laid, he is very firmly their Master now, and I love love love the dynamic here. That Obi-Wan deliberately winds Anakin up, then cuts him apart–by assigning him homework with a dangerous threat looming over him, by getting Anakin’s jealousy going so that Obi-Wan can deliberately point out how he’s behaving and then shove Anakin down onto the bed to fuck him and wind him back down. And, oh, I do love the scenes of the three of them together, the bits of the bigger story that wind their way in, the politics and philosophy and discussion, but. Obi-Wan pinning Anakin onto the bed, already having fucked Padme just a little while ago, but still ready to go again with Anakin underneath him like this, the rough edge to the sex as he pushes into Anakin without much preparation, enjoying him and making a point at the same time, oh, that is what I am here with Sith!Obi-Wan. Who clearly does love these two, Anakin especially, but with this sharp edge that almost hurts to read, even as it makes that love no less true.
✦ Darkside Echoes Part 1 + Part 2 by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, sith!obi-wan, sith!anakin, 3k
Qui-Gon stares, astonished and dismayed, at the scene taking place beyond the glass. Two Sith, imprisoned at the heart of the Jedi Temple – both of them painfully familiar and yet so very strange.
This is a set of ficlets that are snippets of what may one day be part of a larger storyline, but are interesting just as little bits of other worlds. And I’m always here for Sith!Obi-Wan, I love seeing the different ways and interpretations of that, and this one is so well written, so… dark and dangerous and mean, but there still feels like there’s internal logic working there, it still feels like there are rules there. I would have loved it just for seeing Obi-Wan’s control and precision and brilliance turned to the Dark Side, but then the fic got me with the little details of Anakin, who is wound so tightly, who seems ready to explode at any moment, the only thing keeping him together is Obi-Wan’s control over him, almost casually shoving him back down with a strong Force hold or the touch to Anakin’s hair when Anakin is on his knees, almost gentle but not quite. The strength of the writing is one of those that gets my imagination going, it’s satisfying for what it is, but also hooks me in and makes me wonder, in the way that really good, well-written, intiguing fic does.
✦ Custos by jedipati, obi-wan & anakin + background anakin/padme & luke & leia, 5.5k
The Revenge of the Sith went very differently. Now, six years later, Obi-Wan Kenobi guards the Imperial Prince and Princess from hiding, hoping that he will never have to reveal himself. Because if he did- well, he tried never to think about it.
You have no idea how hard I’m here for this set up! Where RotS went differently and Obi-Wan went into hiding but kept watch over Vader and his children and Padme anyway, how it’s just the right amount of fucked up to go with the something still good in all of them. The awkwardness of seeing each other again with the perfect reveal, the perfect amount of how, yes, something clicks back into place again and is right. It’s one of those fics that hit my id just right and so I enjoyed the hell out of it.
✦ Second Chances by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33), obi-wan/anakin & han/luke & leia + cast, de-aged fic, 106.3k wip
Leia wasn’t convinced inviting evil incarnate to join them in fighting the Empire was exactly one of Obi-Wan’s brightest ideas.
This is a delightful cracky fic where, mid-ANH, the Force decides to de-age Obi-Wan and Anakin by about twenty years and then Anakin decides to defect to the Alliance and be a scary over-protective helicopter parent when he finds out Luke and Leia are his kids and also oh yeah falls totally in love with Obi-Wan. And then more characters from The Clone Wars and Rebels are pulled in, the plot goes off in its own direction, and it’s this fun, easy to read fic that I just sailed through! It’s very long, but it’s focused on a fairly large cast of characters (though not so large that you can’t keep track, especially since they’re all characters you’re invested in already) that’s about the greater web of connections between the SW characters. I picked it up for the Obi-Wan/Anakin ship, which is actually a relatively small part of the overall story, it’s really more a group fic about how Vader defecting to the Alliance changes a lot of things, and it’s about Anakin angsting a whole lot about trying to balance himself and his emotions and not always doing a stellar job of it, it’s about the people he’s hurt along the way and how some are able to be won over, but others take a much longer time.
I read practically the whole thing in a single day, that’s how easy it was to sail through, and it’s one of those delightfully tropey fics where I’m just so here for de-aging fic (why is there not more in fandom?? I want it!!) and it was nice to have a longfic to sink my teeth into again! It’s one of those stories that really hits a person’s id if you’re into this kind of thing and I am definitely in fandom to read about helicopter parent Anakin Skywalker who’s practically the same physical age as his kids. :D :D :D
✦ Everything You Wanted by obaona, obi-wan & anakin + background anakin/padme, 11.3k
A RotS AU. Anakin is now Emperor and has captured ObiWan. But things are never that simple …
This was a lovely and painful AU that was a straight shot to my heart, where Obi-Wan is captured by Vader and imprisoned, but Anakin cannot stay away, no matter how much he tries to hate Obi-Wan, there’s part of him that’s still desperate for Obi-Wan’s approval and help to understand what’s going on with him. The way he has all this physical power and is genuinely terrifying because he has no control, of himself or of anything, not really, is spot on, just as Obi-Wan cannot be crushed by him, even when cut off from the Force or physically weakened. The careful balance between anger/hate and love–for both Obi-Wan and Anakin–after everything that’s happened, that those things are so very terrible and yet it cannot erase that there is still such intense love underneath that, as well as the final confrontation, it just got at my feelings, so I read this entire thing with my fannish heart in my throat it felt like. It’s painful, but so very worth it in exactly the way it was meant to be.
✦ Back Drifting by puts foot in mouth, obi-wan & anakin, de-aged!obi-wan, 20.4k wip
After falling on Mustafar, Obi-Wan awakens to the dubious reality of being trapped in the cloned body of his child self, and now has to cope with the reversed father/son relationship fostered upon him by the new Sith Lord.Darth Vader redemption story.
Holy shit, this fic did a number on me like you wouldn’t believe. I’ll warn ahead of time that it’s a WIP and hasn’t been updated in years, it probably never will be, but I still think it’s worth reading, if you go in knowing that ahead of time, just… good lord what I wouldn’t do for another 100k of this to work out all their issues. I never realized that I needed a de-aged Obi-Wan (well, adult Obi-Wan’s consciousness put into a cloned body, so he also has to deal with a six year old’s lingering impulses) with Vader being just so unstable but desperately needing Obi-Wan in his life, the way he’s dangerous and prone to violence and you never know how he’s going to react, to Obi-Wan being in a body that can’t fight back, to deal with Vader thinking they can be a family, that he can be the father this time, that he’ll show Obi-Wan what they could have been.
The fic does a marvelous job of balancing that this is wrong wrong wrong and Anakin has no idea what he’s doing, with how there’s still something of the Light in him. It does a marvelous job of keeping Obi-Wan’s resolution and strong personality, that he’s heartbroken and angry, that this is not at all right, yet part of me really wanted it to work out eventually. I admit, it’s a little too much tell-rather-than-show in the beginning, but once Vader grabs hold of Obi-Wan to fly them off Kamino, the fic settles into gear and it absolutely captured my imagination, for the way he would settle Obi-Wan on his lap or smack the back of his head when he was talking back or picking him up to cart him off. I loved it because it said so much about Anakin, how he was trying so hard to be the one in power here, to be the father, but it never quite worked the way he wanted it, that he was the one still desperate for Obi-Wan’s affection. I am always, always here for that, it’s just a bonus when it comes with wee kidlet!Obi-Wan cuteness.
✦ Cruel by Bablefishmouse, obi-wan/anakin/padme & luke, sith!obi-wan, 1.2k
Luke grew up in the Great Empire run by his three parents, Sith Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala. But now he’s nearly an adult, and he wants to learn.
This was a short but really fun fic with the whole Soft Sith dynamic/trope that I love so much, where Luke is almost eighteen now and wants to begin training, so he approaches his three parents about it. It’s about a moment in their lives, it’s about seeing the way these three interact with each other in this universe that went differently, and it was a fic that I just found myself enjoying this glimpse of a different universe.
✦ space dementia by wellwhiskey, eventual obi-wan/anakin/padme & dooku, sith!obi-wan, 30.7k wip
AU - Darth Maul survives the Battle of Theed. Obi-Wan succeeds in his quest for vengeance but fails to escape The Dark Side. Anakin goes along for the ride.
There are some fics that really hurt as a WIP, but are still worth reading and this is absolutely one of them. I think, though, that it hurts more because the author mentioned in the AN that they have about 80k written in rough draft and I want it, especially when only ~30k of it has been posted. And, holy shit, I tore through this fic like you wouldn’t believe because it just caught me up in the whirlwind of it and the writing is so smoothing and engaging that it felt like nothing to just keep reading and reading, because it was so good. It caught me immediately because it had some great banter of Obi-Wan and Anakin as adults and as Sith, that they snarked at each other, but were still deeply intwined with each other and I love that. But then! Padme POV! Who is lovely and intriguing! And then backstory! To show how Obi-Wan and Anakin got to where they are! And it’s still the early stages yet, but I found that I could really follow along with this Obi-Wan’s slow descent into the Dark Side, that it was well-written enough and slow enough and put pressure in just the right places and it wasn’t about caving or giving it, but instead about turning, about walking towards something, and so… I’ve been wary of trying to read fic that shows Obi-Wan’s fall to the Dark Side, because it’s a really hard sell for me, especially for someone so strong-willed, but this one has me still onboard and eager to read more.
Especially because Obi-Wan and moppet Anakin are a joy, even when Obi-Wan is tired and depressed and Anakin is just bursting at the seams, they’re already coming to twine together, Anakin just latches on and Obi-Wan doesn’t really entirely mind, which I am just so here for. I love this version of Anakin, I am fascinated by this version of Obi-Wan and the path he’s walking, and Dooku has been playing an interesting role in the later chapters, and it’s just REALLY GOOD, both for eventual Sith!Obi-Wan and for Obi-Wan&Anakin interaction and just a straight up well-told story!
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Omg please write that time travel fic you mentioned in your tags. That sounds AMAZING!
I got an ask!
the tags mentioned are these ones here I’m guessing? #qui gon would not have been a good master for anakin#i actually have a fic idea where obi wan travels back in time to save quigon so he can train anakin#and it only ends up with anakin turning to the dark side faster#with obi wan as (in his opinion) the only good jedi#cause obi wan takes padmes place as ‘provider of warmth and comfort and rebellion’#and also freed his mother#and is funny and good looking and loves anakin with all his heart#so anakin still turns#but he saves/spares obi wan#who doesn’t understand why this is happening#and is about to get a nice boost of self esteem/‘not everythign is your fault’
So, I probably won’t write this, as it’s definitely longfic level, but I have plotted most of it out!
After ROTS Obi-Wan ends up traveling back in time to TPM, and after the usual freaking out and feeling very happy cause everyone’s alive, he starts planning. He saves Qui-Gon, not just because he loves Qui-Gon and wants him alive, but also because he thinks the reason Anakin fell is because he wasn’t a good enough master, so with Qui-Gon as Anakin’s master (the way he should have been, Obi-Wan thinks) everything will be fine!
And at first it is.
When they meet Obi-Wan doesn’t say Anakin is dangerous and he doesn’t argue with Qui-Gon about Anakin needing to be trained. He gives him his robe when he’s cold, he’s warm and soothing and kind to a lost, lonely boy, and when Obi-Wan goes on missions he makes sure to a) save Shmi Skywalker and set her up on Naboo, and b) fight slavery and the hutts wherever he finds them, and c) work on actually helping those planets who became separatist planets before, because they actually had legitimate reasons!? And he thinks everything’s going to be fine, there will be no war, Anakin will not turn, he’s busy gathering information that proves Palpatine is a sith lord and traitor and plans to create an empire.
Except…except Qui-Gon is not the best Master for Anakin. Qui-Gon is cold, doesn’t give Anakin the affection/attachment he wants/needs (that original time line Obi-Wan gave him freely) Anakin is alienated by the other jedi, encouraged in his recklessness and arrogance by Qui-Gon, still being groomed by Palpatine…
Pretty soon, Qui-Gon is regretting everything, Anakin is about to blow, and the only thing that calms him down is when Obi-Wan comes back from his latest crusade and they talk and spar and Obi-Wan gives Anakin news about Shmi…very soon, as far as Anakin is concerned, Obi-Wan is the only good jedi. He gives him a japor snippet he carved, to help him remember Anakin when he goes away again (and he always goes away again…would he stay if Anakin asked?). Which at first causes Obi-Wan some consternation, but it’s fine, surely? It’s not like the one he gave Padme…(it’s totally like the one he gave Padme, Obi-Wan - Anakin hasn’t thought about Padme in years at this point. He only dreams of you)
This all ends with Anakin turning sooner, the events of ROTS happening slightly differently but still happening, and Vaderkin keeping Obi-Wan prisoner in a gilded cage (he probably also keeps Qui-Gon alive to torture, cause all his admiration for Qui-Gon turned to anger and disappointment and hatred even before he Fell, it was one of the things Palps used to turn him, and he occasionally taunts Qui-Gon about how Obi-Wan is doing, and doesn’t he regret throwing him away?)
Obi-Wan is just trying to figure out how this happened, where he went wrong - and is starting to realize HE wasn’t the one who went wrong…
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So there’s a Obikin fic trope out there that I am hoping to get your thoughts on.
It’s that Vader is actually a clone of Anakin.
I’ve seen some where Anakin is held prisoner until Obi-Wan finds him while rescuing Leia or Anakin breaks out at some point and works as a solo bounty hunter (or with Ahsoka) to bring down the empire and reunites with Obi-Wan at some point (naturally). Or that him and Obi-Wan reunite soon after ROTS events and go into hiding together.
Thought?
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Hmm I think that’s an interesting trope and I know it’s been done really well before!!
But that being said, it’s not really my cup of tea in general. It feels…like idk. Idk. Maybe like de-clawing anakin? Absolving him of horrible canon deeds by splitting him into two halves? Keeping him innocent of the canon actions he’s capable of by putting that all on some other version of him?
I guess if I’m reading a story that’s canon adjacent with Vader, I want that Vader to be Anakin. I want to read about that blood on Anakin’s hands and how obi-wan and vaderkin cope with that
#asks#but I’ve also seen it done very well as a trope!!#but I think that’s because I like the authors and the writing style more than I like the trope#and it has interesting possibilities for sure!!#a univrse where anakin has been involuntarily cloned and made into Vader is definitely interesting#I just like my Vaders to be anakin#if we’re going for a canon adjacent post ROTS fic
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Forgive me if you've shared this already, but what does Vaderkin look like in Anabasis? I know you've talked about his scars, but what about clothes and hair?
*strolls in four months late with tea and an answer*
(For reference, Starlightify did a fantastic rendition of Anakin’s many scars here.)
In general terms, he looks closer to AOTC Anakin than ROTS Anakin.
As Vader he kept his hair quite short, but by the time of the main story he’s been in Jedi custody and hasn’t had a haircut for a while, so it’s getting a bit long. (Still probably shorter than ROTS, though.)
Under the Empire he wore Sith black, of course, and in public he was always cloaked and hooded. His clothes were usually bulky and obscuring, designed to hide as well as to intimidate. People who interacted with him would be left with a sense of looming darkness, but wouldn’t be able to name any distinguishing features about his appearance. Nobody ever saw his face.
In Jedi custody, he wears a single layer of nondescript tan. Anakin thinks of this as prison clothes, and technically he’s right, but tbh the Jedi just dressed him in what they had to hand, which was the first layer of a Jedi uniform.
In the very beginning those prison clothes leave him feeling nervous and exposed. He’s used to having the protection of his hood and several obscuring layers. He’s not used to people seeing him. Master was always very adamant that he couldn’t be seen.
There’s no way to hide in the Jedi clothes. Which is of course the point.
And yes, that puts him on edge, but there’s also a certain thrill to it. Palpatine took his name and his face and made him a weapon, but Anakin gave his name to Padme and now he’s showing his face to the world. It’s terrifying and liberating at the same time.
The prison clothes aren’t a constant, though. The Jedi dress him in black again every time he’s taken to the Senate for a hearing, just in case the Senate needs to be reminded of what he is.
But if he had the choice, Anakin would probably still prefer black. For Tatooine reasons rather than Sith reasons (though there’s probably also a subconscious sense of comfort in familiarity). But the obscuring cloaks wouldn’t reappear.
Actually, given a choice, Anakin’s likely to dress in something pretty similar to Luke’s black ROTJ outfit.
#replies#babybluecebu#anabasis#why was palpatine so insistent on keeping his apprentice disguised i hear you ask#well anakin thinks it was all about intimidation#and that's partly true#but it was probably also a practical consideration on palpatine's part#don't want people to see just how young your killing machine is#star wars#anakin skywalker
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Imagine a prison au for obikin but also reverse au. So baby obiwan gets sent to prison for something or other and meets big bag anakin aka vader. Spoiler alert their cell mates. Anakin takes a shine to him for whatever reason and decides to make him hsi
oh ho ho i can do more than just imagine......
i have a prison au that's reverse (-ish, but I'll be honest I don't remember if it's reverse or same age), where anakin is a serial killer who falls in love/obsession with obi-wan and then corrupts him and makes him codependent and THEN he gets caught for a kill and goes to prison for life and obi-wan doesn't remember how to live without him so he commits some heinous crime in order to be sentenced as well so they can be together <3
but the idea of them just meeting in prison and anakin sinking claws into him......also delicious. i can imagine that obi-wan is like. dating this dude and tells him about some stuff that his father did and the dude kills his father but then can't actually suffer the consequences when the crime is discovered and blames it on obi-wan who is convicted for the murder. vaderkin, his cellmate, slowly convinces him that he really did kill him. maybe not with his hands, but he convinced his boyfriend to murder for him didn't he?
#asks#come to think of it honestly the prison au was just me prepping for the playmaker au#(mob boss anakin and informant turned dependent obi-wan)#i just didn't know it yet
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15 and 16?
15. criminal au & 16. prison au
oooooo im gonna go super dark for this one like. age reversal where obi-wan and anakin were dating pre-fic and anakin gets arrested and sentenced to life for brutal vader murders.
meanwhile, baby obi-wan's on the outside and he's not sure what to do now or what he wants because he hadn't known anything about what his boyfriend was doing, but he still loves him so much and maybe vader has been trying to encourage a codependence sort of love for him
so obi-wan ends up like. robbing a store or something at gunpoint and hes afraid that it wont be enough because he's obviously shaking and scared and hesitant so he shoots the security guard approaching him
and then either the judge/courts don't know about their relationship or they don't think it matters because two people ended up dying, so they sentence him for at least ten years in the same prison as anakin
and he's just like. so nervous and shaking because he thinks this is the same prison but its so big and what if anakin isn't there or what if anakin can't protect him or what if anakin doesnt love him anymore because it's been like. almost a year since they saw each other and obi-wan never visited
but then he stumbles out into the sun of the courtyard and he sees vaderkin holding court,lounging back on a picnic table and it's like magnets in his feet pulling him over there despite how many jeers and leers and threats of violence or worse he receives from some of the people he passes
and then vaderkin turns to look at him after he exhales from his cigarette and his eyes get all nice and wide before he grins in like. victory. and he beckons obi-wan closer and puts him under his arm in silent threat to everyone watching and huge comfort to obi-wan.
"baby," vader purrs, "orange suits you."
obi-wan knows it doesn't. but he thinks what does suit him is anakin next to him, holding him close. holding him like he's precious.
send me 2 tropes from this list and i'll tell you how i would combine them in a fic!
#asks#dark#vaderwan#vaderkin has been absolutely a nightmare each week visitation passes with no obi-wan and no news of obi-wan#then obi-wans dad comes out to visit him in the middle of nowhere#and he's like 'what did you do??? what did you do to my son???? he was a good boy#and now he's on trial for two murders and grand larceny???'#and anakin smiles like qui-gon has just given him the best news of the year#(he has)#prison au
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