Vaderwan

#vaderkinsgift- so what happens now that Vaderkin has removed the blindfold?

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He
had been stupid.

Obi-Wan
had known from the moment he interfered and tried to help those
twi’lek slaves escape from the zyggarian that he had landed himself
in trouble, especially since he was alone and master Twinna was dead
which meant no rescue for him.

When
he had been taken alive however…

The
whispers of what happened to Jedi captured alive by Sith were horror
fuel to all Jedi, quietly whispered when they dared to gather more
than two at a time.

Bound,
blindfolded and Force blind, Obi-Wan expected torture, he expected
pain and he expected eventual death.

He
did not expect to sit on his knees in what was must be a cage,
covered in a robe as he was taken somewhere with goosebumps breaking
out on his flesh at the cold, the robe providing little protection.

Listening
to the words around him told him he was taken to Coruscant, to the
Sith stronghold and his stomach had sunk as the Sith master had
chuckled and spoken to Obi-Wan.

A
gift.

He
was now a gift for a Sith apprentice.

Vader
as the Sith master called his apprentice.

And
it was all Obi-Wan’s own fault that he was no nothing more than a
gift for another person.

Terror
had unleashed itself and Obi-Wan had fought against the urge to cry
as he was finally lead through cold halls, his bare feet making next
to no noise as he listened to Sith wandering around, the sounds of
lightsaber sparring and jeering when someone lost until they arrived
at a room.

The
room of his new ‘master’.

Still,
he was taken aback as he squinted at the bright room as he took in
the yellow eyed blond with his hair gathered back in a tail.

Obi-Wan
hadn’t known what to expect, he hadn’t actually seen many Sith
apprentices but…

This
man was young, maybe Obi-Wan’ s age?

He
didn’t carry any marks of being connected to dark side, didn’t
look twisted for all that he had a single scar through an eyebrow on
the right side of his face.

If
it wasn’t for the eyes, molten gold with a ring of red around the
pupils, Obi-Wan wouldn’t have been able to tell this person was a
Sith.

“Sidious
must have kept you contained for your trip here, are you hungry?”
The other asked.

Obi-Wan
fought the urge to let his jaw drop.

Was
he becoming delusional?

As
a blond brow rose, Obi-Wan nodded quickly, dread unleashing in his
stomach as he expected pain or cruel denial of food.

But…

The
blond just smiled and slowly grasped Obi-Wan by the shoulder, keeping
his hand in view the entire time as he guided Obi-Wan to the couch
where he had him sit. Obi-Wan was tense the entire time and yet no
pain came his way as Vader moved to a table that had a bowl full of
fruit where he picked up some grapes and an apple.

The
distance gave Obi-Wan a few seconds to glance about, taking in the
dark decor of black couch, red carpets and drapes and yet the walls
were a bright cream white with marble floor that complimented the
dark wooden furniture spread around the room or maybe this was
Vader’s apartment in the temple?

A
click however made Obi-Wan sharply focus back on the man, watching
him warily.

Vader
had
also
picked up a glass that he filled with water before returning to
Obi-Wan,
holding the glass to his lips first.

Half
expecting the glass to be tipped onto him, Obi-Wan took quick sips.

But
Vader didn’t tip the water onto him, only smiled and set the glass
down. “Now, would you please show me your hands? I imagine my
master has you in binders.”

Confused,
Obi-Wan slowly lifted his hands from inside the robe to show the
magnetic binders that were indeed around his wrists.
At a simple command they would snap together Obi-Wan knew, having
seen these before but he had never experienced the ‘pleasure’ of
being in them and Force blind as he now was he would never get out of
them.

“Hmm,
Vader authorization, open.” The man said, squinting at the binders
and to Obi-Wan’s surprise they separated.

Vader
settled the grapes into Obi-Wan’s hands as the Jedi stared at him
in bewilderment before the other pulled out a viroblade, cutting the
apple. ‘What the kark is going on, why is he… he must be lulling
me into a false sense of security…’ Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.

“I’ll
order in a double food serving for dinner but for now this is all I
have on hand. You should eat.” Vader encouraged, glancing at
Obi-Wan with what could only be termed as a predatory glance.

Confused,
trembling and frightened, Obi-Wan did as told, putting one of the
grapes in and accepting a slice of apple from the Sith.

Eat
while he could, conserve his strength and maybe he could escape.

And
all the while, Vader stared at him in a hungry expression. “You’ll
refer to me as sir or my lord, understood?” Obi-Wan nodded meekly.
“Good, now, what’s your name Jedi?” Vader asked as he held out
another piece of cut apple.

Glancing
at the man, Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, feeling the grapes and apple
settle heavily as he accepted the second apple slice. “…Obi-Wan
sir.” He whispered quietly, not
daring to lie in case the other could tell via the Force
and tried not to shake at the hungry look in golden eyes.

‘Eat,
remain strong, escape.’ He reminded himself.

#vaderkinsgift- so what happens now that Vaderkin has removed the blindfold?

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He
had been stupid.

Obi-Wan
had known from the moment he interfered and tried to help those
twi’lek slaves escape from the zyggarian that he had landed himself
in trouble, especially since he was alone and master Twinna was dead
which meant no rescue for him.

When
he had been taken alive however…

The
whispers of what happened to Jedi captured alive by Sith were horror
fuel to all Jedi, quietly whispered when they dared to gather more
than two at a time.

Bound,
blindfolded and Force blind, Obi-Wan expected torture, he expected
pain and he expected eventual death.

He
did not expect to sit on his knees in what was must be a cage,
covered in a robe as he was taken somewhere with goosebumps breaking
out on his flesh at the cold, the robe providing little protection.

Listening
to the words around him told him he was taken to Coruscant, to the
Sith stronghold and his stomach had sunk as the Sith master had
chuckled and spoken to Obi-Wan.

A
gift.

He
was now a gift for a Sith apprentice.

Vader
as the Sith master called his apprentice.

And
it was all Obi-Wan’s own fault that he was no nothing more than a
gift for another person.

Terror
had unleashed itself and Obi-Wan had fought against the urge to cry
as he was finally lead through cold halls, his bare feet making next
to no noise as he listened to Sith wandering around, the sounds of
lightsaber sparring and jeering when someone lost until they arrived
at a room.

The
room of his new ‘master’.

Still,
he was taken aback as he squinted at the bright room as he took in
the yellow eyed blond with his hair gathered back in a tail.

Obi-Wan
hadn’t known what to expect, he hadn’t actually seen many Sith
apprentices but…

This
man was young, maybe Obi-Wan’ s age?

He
didn’t carry any marks of being connected to dark side, didn’t
look twisted for all that he had a single scar through an eyebrow on
the right side of his face.

If
it wasn’t for the eyes, molten gold with a ring of red around the
pupils, Obi-Wan wouldn’t have been able to tell this person was a
Sith.

“Sidious
must have kept you contained for your trip here, are you hungry?”
The other asked.

Obi-Wan
fought the urge to let his jaw drop.

Was
he becoming delusional?

As
a blond brow rose, Obi-Wan nodded quickly, dread unleashing in his
stomach as he expected pain or cruel denial of food.

But…

The
blond just smiled and slowly grasped Obi-Wan by the shoulder, keeping
his hand in view the entire time as he guided Obi-Wan to the couch
where he had him sit. Obi-Wan was tense the entire time and yet no
pain came his way as Vader moved to a table that had a bowl full of
fruit where he picked up some grapes and an apple.

The
distance gave Obi-Wan a few seconds to glance about, taking in the
dark decor of black couch, red carpets and drapes and yet the walls
were a bright cream white with marble floor that complimented the
dark wooden furniture spread around the room or maybe this was
Vader’s apartment in the temple?

A
click however made Obi-Wan sharply focus back on the man, watching
him warily.

Vader
had
also
picked up a glass that he filled with water before returning to
Obi-Wan,
holding the glass to his lips first.

Half
expecting the glass to be tipped onto him, Obi-Wan took quick sips.

But
Vader didn’t tip the water onto him, only smiled and set the glass
down. “Now, would you please show me your hands? I imagine my
master has you in binders.”

Confused,
Obi-Wan slowly lifted his hands from inside the robe to show the
magnetic binders that were indeed around his wrists.
At a simple command they would snap together Obi-Wan knew, having
seen these before but he had never experienced the ‘pleasure’ of
being in them and Force blind as he now was he would never get out of
them.

“Hmm,
Vader authorization, open.” The man said, squinting at the binders
and to Obi-Wan’s surprise they separated.

Vader
settled the grapes into Obi-Wan’s hands as the Jedi stared at him
in bewilderment before the other pulled out a viroblade, cutting the
apple. ‘What the kark is going on, why is he… he must be lulling
me into a false sense of security…’ Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.

“I’ll
order in a double food serving for dinner but for now this is all I
have on hand. You should eat.” Vader encouraged, glancing at
Obi-Wan with what could only be termed as a predatory glance.

Confused,
trembling and frightened, Obi-Wan did as told, putting one of the
grapes in and accepting a slice of apple from the Sith.

Eat
while he could, conserve his strength and maybe he could escape.

And
all the while, Vader stared at him in a hungry expression. “You’ll
refer to me as sir or my lord, understood?” Obi-Wan nodded meekly.
“Good, now, what’s your name Jedi?” Vader asked as he held out
another piece of cut apple.

Glancing
at the man, Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, feeling the grapes and apple
settle heavily as he accepted the second apple slice. “…Obi-Wan
sir.” He whispered quietly, not
daring to lie in case the other could tell via the Force
and tried not to shake at the hungry look in golden eyes.

‘Eat,
remain strong, escape.’ He reminded himself.

Hey a continuation of the #Sleepreaction plz. Either Vaderkin brings Obi-wan with him on a mission or something like it, and Obi is being attacked and Vaderkin goes into full mother bear protectiveness, or Vaderkin raping Obi-Wan just to hear his voice again (If you do NSFW here, I don’t really know??)

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Rushing
into the apartment, Anakin threw his gaze around to confirm it was
just as he left it that morning only with the lamps turned on for
light since it was darker now before finding the medic standing by
the couch, stomping over quickly with his cape flowing out behind him
as he tried not to let on the panic he felt.

The
fact that Tix had called him while Anakin had firmly instructed no
one to call him made him aware that there was something going on with
Obi-Wan as Tix, who had replaced Kix, was the only one to have the
comm code to the only active com he had on when he was supposed to be
unavailable.

No
message of course since
Anakin wouldn’t be able to actually take the call always
but the
call
would
be enough,
to alert Anakin that something was going on that
required his attention
and even before Tix opened his mouth, Anakin could see that Obi-Wan
was sick as sweat dripped down the redhead’s forehead and cheeks,
flushed and panting as
he laid under the heavy purple blanket with his head pillowed on one
of the decorative pillows.

Obi-Wan
was sick, very sick.

“He
has a fever sir, a high one. He seems to have caught a lung
infection,” Obi-Wan coughed at that moment, harshly and whined as
he tried to curl more in on himself but was clearly too sore to
really finish his curling. “I’ve given him a hypospray to provide
relief and lower his fever but he’s going to need to just let this
go its own pace.” The medic continued in a calm voice.

Kneeling
down, Anakin ran his hand slowly over Obi-Wan’s hair in a soothing,
gentle motion.

The
touch had Obi-Wan cracking his eyes open with a confused noise before
whimpering at Anakin quietly. “A-Ani.” He rasped out, shivering.

The
Sith felt his eyes widen, it had been so long since the other talked
to him and to hear him now…

Crooning
the Sith lord shifted closer on his knees and hugged the other. “It’s
going to be alright Obi-Wan, I’m here, I’ll help you,” He swore
before looking up at Tix, Obi-Wan’s
face hot face tucked to his neck.
“What can I do for him?” He asked sternly, a small frown on his
face.

Tix
straightened a bit at the gaze. “Give him plenty of fluids sir, hot
drink if possible, make sure he eats some, I will leave some fever
reducers for him too,” The
medic dropped his eyes to the redhead and frowned slightly also.
“Sir, if he coughs up blood or his fever rises too badly he will
need a clinic but for now you will have to be aware he will cough up
mucus.” He finished up calmly.

Taking
in the information, Anakin nodded slowly, stroking the nape of
Obi-Wan’s neck when the other whined.

Oh
his nape was hot and clammy too.

“It
is going to be alright Obi-Wan, I’m right here, I’ll take care of
you.” Anakin promised quietly as Tix moved away to order in some of
the fever dampeners Obi-Wan would need. He felt like he was glowing
when the other whined and shuddered, pressing into Anakin’s neck
for comfort.

“Ani…”
Obi-Wan coughed, his voice thick and painful.

“I’m
right here,” Anakin murmured, his grasp tightening on the former
Jedi. “I’m
not going anywhere and you’re not going anywhere.” He promises,
clipping the cape off and chucking his gloves before wiggling himself
in on the couch with the other, wrapping around Obi-Wan like a large
krayt dragon around its treasure, using the Force to get rid of his
boots. Against his chest, Obi-Wan coughs weakly and whines with pain,
the cosseted Jedi prisoner clinging to his Sith captor in his fever.

Tucking
his arms around him, Anakin nuzzled at sweat damp hair with his grasp
tight and possessive.

Hey a continuation of the #Sleepreaction plz. Either Vaderkin brings Obi-wan with him on a mission or something like it, and Obi is being attacked and Vaderkin goes into full mother bear protectiveness, or Vaderkin raping Obi-Wan just to hear his voice again (If you do NSFW here, I don’t really know??)

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Rushing
into the apartment, Anakin threw his gaze around to confirm it was
just as he left it that morning only with the lamps turned on for
light since it was darker now before finding the medic standing by
the couch, stomping over quickly with his cape flowing out behind him
as he tried not to let on the panic he felt.

The
fact that Tix had called him while Anakin had firmly instructed no
one to call him made him aware that there was something going on with
Obi-Wan as Tix, who had replaced Kix, was the only one to have the
comm code to the only active com he had on when he was supposed to be
unavailable.

No
message of course since
Anakin wouldn’t be able to actually take the call always
but the
call
would
be enough,
to alert Anakin that something was going on that
required his attention
and even before Tix opened his mouth, Anakin could see that Obi-Wan
was sick as sweat dripped down the redhead’s forehead and cheeks,
flushed and panting as
he laid under the heavy purple blanket with his head pillowed on one
of the decorative pillows.

Obi-Wan
was sick, very sick.

“He
has a fever sir, a high one. He seems to have caught a lung
infection,” Obi-Wan coughed at that moment, harshly and whined as
he tried to curl more in on himself but was clearly too sore to
really finish his curling. “I’ve given him a hypospray to provide
relief and lower his fever but he’s going to need to just let this
go its own pace.” The medic continued in a calm voice.

Kneeling
down, Anakin ran his hand slowly over Obi-Wan’s hair in a soothing,
gentle motion.

The
touch had Obi-Wan cracking his eyes open with a confused noise before
whimpering at Anakin quietly. “A-Ani.” He rasped out, shivering.

The
Sith felt his eyes widen, it had been so long since the other talked
to him and to hear him now…

Crooning
the Sith lord shifted closer on his knees and hugged the other. “It’s
going to be alright Obi-Wan, I’m here, I’ll help you,” He swore
before looking up at Tix, Obi-Wan’s
face hot face tucked to his neck.
“What can I do for him?” He asked sternly, a small frown on his
face.

Tix
straightened a bit at the gaze. “Give him plenty of fluids sir, hot
drink if possible, make sure he eats some, I will leave some fever
reducers for him too,” The
medic dropped his eyes to the redhead and frowned slightly also.
“Sir, if he coughs up blood or his fever rises too badly he will
need a clinic but for now you will have to be aware he will cough up
mucus.” He finished up calmly.

Taking
in the information, Anakin nodded slowly, stroking the nape of
Obi-Wan’s neck when the other whined.

Oh
his nape was hot and clammy too.

“It
is going to be alright Obi-Wan, I’m right here, I’ll take care of
you.” Anakin promised quietly as Tix moved away to order in some of
the fever dampeners Obi-Wan would need. He felt like he was glowing
when the other whined and shuddered, pressing into Anakin’s neck
for comfort.

“Ani…”
Obi-Wan coughed, his voice thick and painful.

“I’m
right here,” Anakin murmured, his grasp tightening on the former
Jedi. “I’m
not going anywhere and you’re not going anywhere.” He promises,
clipping the cape off and chucking his gloves before wiggling himself
in on the couch with the other, wrapping around Obi-Wan like a large
krayt dragon around its treasure, using the Force to get rid of his
boots. Against his chest, Obi-Wan coughs weakly and whines with pain,
the cosseted Jedi prisoner clinging to his Sith captor in his fever.

Tucking
his arms around him, Anakin nuzzled at sweat damp hair with his grasp
tight and possessive.

Vaderkins being gifted padawan Obi by his master?

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Anakin
is bored.

Laying
on his back with his legs slung up over the back of the couch as he
reads the damn politics
book his master demands of him, Anakin is utterly bored but he dares
not slack in his reading because he knows that if Sidious figures out
that he has been lackluster, the old crow will punish him and it will
not be good.

Anakin
has seen the man’s former apprentice, Darth Maul’s metal leg is
still the whisper of many Sith apprentices when the zabrak is not
listening.

So
Anakin reads and tries to take in the details he knows he will be
quizzed on though why he needs to know all this he doesn’t know.

Anakin,
or Vader when he is a Sith on a mission, has the Force and is
superior to any slimy politician.

They
will listen or Anakin will choke them.

He’s
just about to give up when the door swishes open and Anakin hurries
to sit up properly and get to his feet because its Sidious in all his
wrinkly glory and Anakin bows quickly in respect while murmuring a
quiet master.

Sidious
surveys him with acidly yellow eyes for a moment before smirking. “I
see you are working hard my apprentice. And you have been doing
rather well for the last few months much to my very pleasant
surprise.” The man drawled.

Anakin
glanced up at him through his bangs, half curious and half wary of
what his master is up to now.

“So
I have decided to reward you apprentice,” Sidious stepped aside,
Anakin straightening in surprise as he sees the person behind his
master, a shorter person in a brown cloak and bare human feet, the
hood up. For a moment Anakin wonders if his master has gotten him a
slave of his own or a concubine. And then his jaw drops when Sidious
pushes the hood back with a flicker of his hand, showing a head full
of copper hair but more importantly, a thin braid trailing down below
the right ear to lay against the man’s neck and shoulder. A young
human male, not much older than Vader, a blindfold wrapped around his
eyes and a collar around his neck, shifting uncertainly. “Your very
own Jedi pet.” Sidious smirked at Anakin’s face.

“How…
where did you…” Anakin approached slowly, watching how the Jedi
shifted warily on his heels, clearly aware and afraid yet knowing
that he couldn’t escape. “I thought they were hiding?” He
finally got out, his voice choked.

“Oh
indeed,” Sidious chuckled darkly, also looking at the young Jedi.
“But sometimes we get lucky. With so few of them left, I figured I
would get you your own Jedi pet… but its up to you what you wish to
do with him.” Sidious shrugged before glaring at Anakin. “Do not
disappointment me Vader, do not let him escape.” He growled
quietly.

Fear
sizzled along Anakin’s spine for a moment before his eyes focused
back on the redhead standing shivering in the sun shining in through
the cold Coruscant winter day. “…That won’t be an issue
Master.” Anakin promised quietly, licking his lips a bit as a flash
of pale skin peeked out through the robe.

Sidious
just smirked and waved his hand, heading for the door. “The collar
is a Force inhibitor. Now, do not disappointment me young Vader,
there are still many trials to come.” And with that the Sith Lord
was gone, leaving Anakin with his new present.

His
very skittish, pretty present.

‘…They’re
all going to be so jealous, I have a Jedi.’
Anakin stared at the man, a hungry grin across his face as
he slowly moved closer to the Jedi as his eyes continued to trail the
little flashes of flesh and skin when
the robe fluttered.

He
want to bruise the other, but
a thought grabbed him by the back of the neck.

It
would be easy, so
easy to
hurt,
maim him, hold him down, take
him roughly and
eventually break him like he had seen others do to Jedi that had been
caught and caged.

But
Anakin wanted more, he wanted the other to curl into him and hide,
wanted him to seek out Anakin’s touch, a
permanent reminder of Darth Vader’s superiority.
‘What was that old adage? You get more flies with honey than
vinegar?’ Anakin licked his lips then reached up and carefully
undid the knot of the blindfold, ignoring the flinch of the Jedi as
green eyes squinted at the light and tried to hide the fear in the
Jedi.

Vaderkins being gifted padawan Obi by his master?

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Anakin
is bored.

Laying
on his back with his legs slung up over the back of the couch as he
reads the damn politics
book his master demands of him, Anakin is utterly bored but he dares
not slack in his reading because he knows that if Sidious figures out
that he has been lackluster, the old crow will punish him and it will
not be good.

Anakin
has seen the man’s former apprentice, Darth Maul’s metal leg is
still the whisper of many Sith apprentices when the zabrak is not
listening.

So
Anakin reads and tries to take in the details he knows he will be
quizzed on though why he needs to know all this he doesn’t know.

Anakin,
or Vader when he is a Sith on a mission, has the Force and is
superior to any slimy politician.

They
will listen or Anakin will choke them.

He’s
just about to give up when the door swishes open and Anakin hurries
to sit up properly and get to his feet because its Sidious in all his
wrinkly glory and Anakin bows quickly in respect while murmuring a
quiet master.

Sidious
surveys him with acidly yellow eyes for a moment before smirking. “I
see you are working hard my apprentice. And you have been doing
rather well for the last few months much to my very pleasant
surprise.” The man drawled.

Anakin
glanced up at him through his bangs, half curious and half wary of
what his master is up to now.

“So
I have decided to reward you apprentice,” Sidious stepped aside,
Anakin straightening in surprise as he sees the person behind his
master, a shorter person in a brown cloak and bare human feet, the
hood up. For a moment Anakin wonders if his master has gotten him a
slave of his own or a concubine. And then his jaw drops when Sidious
pushes the hood back with a flicker of his hand, showing a head full
of copper hair but more importantly, a thin braid trailing down below
the right ear to lay against the man’s neck and shoulder. A young
human male, not much older than Vader, a blindfold wrapped around his
eyes and a collar around his neck, shifting uncertainly. “Your very
own Jedi pet.” Sidious smirked at Anakin’s face.

“How…
where did you…” Anakin approached slowly, watching how the Jedi
shifted warily on his heels, clearly aware and afraid yet knowing
that he couldn’t escape. “I thought they were hiding?” He
finally got out, his voice choked.

“Oh
indeed,” Sidious chuckled darkly, also looking at the young Jedi.
“But sometimes we get lucky. With so few of them left, I figured I
would get you your own Jedi pet… but its up to you what you wish to
do with him.” Sidious shrugged before glaring at Anakin. “Do not
disappointment me Vader, do not let him escape.” He growled
quietly.

Fear
sizzled along Anakin’s spine for a moment before his eyes focused
back on the redhead standing shivering in the sun shining in through
the cold Coruscant winter day. “…That won’t be an issue
Master.” Anakin promised quietly, licking his lips a bit as a flash
of pale skin peeked out through the robe.

Sidious
just smirked and waved his hand, heading for the door. “The collar
is a Force inhibitor. Now, do not disappointment me young Vader,
there are still many trials to come.” And with that the Sith Lord
was gone, leaving Anakin with his new present.

His
very skittish, pretty present.

‘…They’re
all going to be so jealous, I have a Jedi.’
Anakin stared at the man, a hungry grin across his face as
he slowly moved closer to the Jedi as his eyes continued to trail the
little flashes of flesh and skin when
the robe fluttered.

He
want to bruise the other, but
a thought grabbed him by the back of the neck.

It
would be easy, so
easy to
hurt,
maim him, hold him down, take
him roughly and
eventually break him like he had seen others do to Jedi that had been
caught and caged.

But
Anakin wanted more, he wanted the other to curl into him and hide,
wanted him to seek out Anakin’s touch, a
permanent reminder of Darth Vader’s superiority.
‘What was that old adage? You get more flies with honey than
vinegar?’ Anakin licked his lips then reached up and carefully
undid the knot of the blindfold, ignoring the flinch of the Jedi as
green eyes squinted at the light and tried to hide the fear in the
Jedi.