Imperial Era, 9 years since Order 66. Outer Rim Territories. Forossa Temple Ruins.

The Eleventh Brother stood across from the opposite side of the derelict interior from you, lightsaber in hand but not yet poised to fight. You didn’t need to be strong in the Force to feel the Dark Side residing within this one. Anger. Hate. Malice. All this and more had assailed what calm of mind you sought to maintain ever since he first touched down on this deserted planet. That and… something else. An emotion emanating from the imposing Inquisitor that was so unexpected you hadn’t been able to put your finger on what it was at first.

Either he possessed remarkable self restraint after being led on a merry chase across the Outer Rim, or the series of blast charges you’d set off around him earlier had actually managed to wound him. His entire left side was coated in thick dust, the armour cracked and warped in a number of places where he hadn’t been quick enough to dodge the prior cascade of explosions. The charges you had used to seal the entrance to your ramshackle hiding place had clipped him nicely when you’d detonated them; enough to bury the unsuspecting squad of stormtroopers accompanying him under the rubble, yet sadly not enough to put one of Vader’s dogs down for good.

Funny that, despite your heart hammering it’s way out your chest you could tell from the rise and fall of his shoulders his breathing was considerably more laboured than yours. Whether from anticipation or wound you couldn’t tell; your midnight-clad friend was looking a little worse for wear, but not that worse.

The left pauldron had been blown off entirely along with his cape to reveal the sleek outline of a black undersuit, torn red at the shoulder. Taking in the full sight of the damage you reminded yourself once more that they are merely mortal, just like yourself. They can be tricked, they can be bled, they can be felled. You allowed yourself that precious little surge of confidence then, stepping forward to boldly address your pursuer who’d been so doggedly hot on your trail for the best part of a galactic year. The two of you had come close before, but this was the first time you’d actually been face to face.

“Greetings, Inquisitor.” You had said as if politely welcoming a tourist. “The Ruins are not open to visitors today. Try another time.”

There is a refuge in absurdity. A thin barrier between you and the hard truth. Certain death was surely smiling at you from underneath an opaque visor and at times likes this, it was very difficult to live up to your dead Master’s expectations. ‘Fear is the path to the Dark Side’, yes, but a little existential dread felt appropriate.

“Greetings, Jedi. Finally.” The Inquisitor raised his lightsaber in a mocking salute. The vox must have been damaged from the fall, for the ultimatum was delivered without the muted crackle you’d expected. The tone was oddly familiar, come to think of it. “Surrender or die.”

Die. Now that sent a shiver down your spine. Stoicism was all very well and good, but after several years of life on the run from the ever-expanding Empire even the most ardent Jedi Master might be tempted to give themselves up— and you were not even half that.

“Surrender? To be brought to Vader in chains and executed? I don’t think so.” You weren’t stupid, either.

“Nonsense.” There it was again, that flicker of emotion you’d sensed earlier. “Surrender yourself to me and the Emperor will grant you mercy.”

“Even if I wanted to believe that, somehow I doubt your intentions, Inquisitor.” You retorted. How dare he think you’d let your guard down so easily. “You’re here to kill me just like the rest of your kind. It’s all you do. How many innocent lives have you snuffed out in hunting me alone?” You rushed before he could speak, unbalanced by the familiarity of his voice and the sincerity in his words.

“I-“ He paused as if struck. “‘Hunted?’” The Inquisitor cocked his head as if seemingly dumbfounded. “You really don’t know who I am do you?” A rueful chuckle, then something muttered to himself that only he could hear as he returned his lightsaber to his hip.

A swell of emotion hits you as he reached up with both hands to undo the clasps on his helmet. Your instincts screamed at you to fight or flee, but your curiosity had you transfixed to the spot. He jiggled his head to and thro, hesitating just shy of taking it off as if unsure of himself. One careful breath later and he takes off the helmet in a single, smooth motion. Your jaw, almost along with your lightsaber, drops.

Jorste Cha’me. As you live and breath, Jorste Cha’me was alive and standing right in front of you. That same cheery padawan who you’d made your lightsaber alongside. That same padawan with whom you grew so close that you were kept apart for almost a whole week during the Clone Wars- only for you to be caught sneaking on a ship back to Coruscant by a thoroughly amused Officer. That same padawan who’d pushed you into the escape pod as you two attempted to make your escape from an imperial cruiser that fateful night just over 7 years ago. Jorste, whom you and your master had mourned as dead ever since. Older, with a soldier’s haircut and bearing to match, but very much alive. You had to steady yourself with several deep breaths. Jorste was alive!

“For a second there, I really thought I was going to have to fight you. I can’t express how good it is to see–“ He paused in his tracks as you took a step back. You had just noticed that where his eyes were once a clear blue they were now a smouldering yellow, ringed with orange. That was not part of the Jorste you once knew.

“-you.” He frowned, a look of hurt passing over his face. “It’s me, Jorste. Eleventh Brother now, but still, me.” Understanding dawned as he saw where you were looking. “Ah.” He murmured softly, an indecipherable expression narrowing his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking. It’s still me, I promise. Give me a chance to explain once we’re on our way, trust me.”

No part of your training could have possibly prepared you for this. To see your once friend, your presumed-dead lover in all the trappings of the Imperial Inquisitorius. His expression, you noticed, had become alarmed as you took a second step back. He said your name once, twice, before stopping a metre away from you.

“Please. I don’t want to hurt you but you need to come with me. Now.” A hint of anger, this time. At once, you were reminded that this Jorste was an Inquisitor. The same man who had hounded you and your friends for the last year. Your attention is forced back to him as he extends a hand, both your bodies once more taught with tension.

“Take my hand. Please don’t make me take you back in chains.”

Hello there! Jedi/Sith corruption stories are a cliche but a delicious one to explore all the same. I love me some cutesy, vanilla romance as much as the next guy but some angsty tugs on the heartstrings are just as fun to indulge in from time to time.

This Eleventh Brother (formerly Jorste) fella is hardly the most stable of individuals; like most Inquisitors, he turned his back on the Jedi Order following Order 66 and has since spent his time hunting down his fellow Jedi. He’s got issues, to say the least. Essentially, I’d like to play him as a somewhere between a relentless yandere figure who is positively besotted with your character to the extent he will never stop trying to convert - or otherwise kill - them, and this outwardly self-assured, competent Inquisitor who is quietly wracked with trauma and could really do with a hug behind the scenes. Kinky, right?

As I see it, there are mainly two ways in which this prompt could be played out:

Your character embraces the Eleventh Brother and falls to the Dark Side.

Or

Your character rejects the Eleventh Brother and is ‘convinced’ of the error of their ways.

Prompt specific likes: Pathways to abilities some might consider unnatural, unlimited powah, dubcon, passion and the third person, past tense.

Dislikes: Reddit chat feature, scat, gore in a sexual context and underage.

Obviously, there’s a lot more to discuss but I’d like to keep the planning part to the PMs. If you do find any of the above has piqued your interest, please don’t immediately jump into the plot- I’d first love to hear about what character you might have in mind, your kinks/limits and how we might go about making a quality piece of smut together! Male and female characters equally welcome. Cheers.