#i only hate palpatines part not because it was bad

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Yandere Emperor Darth Vader x Reader Part 1

Suitless Vader, Vader uncrispy

Summary: (Y/N) is taken away from her remote home planet and forced to spend the rest of her life with the new emperor.

Warnings: death, fear, yandere, obsessed, manipulation, gore

Peace, peace was a hard thing to come by now-a-days , close to non-existent and it was an even harder think to keep. The empire had completely taken over in just a few month, completely and total control over the inner rim and quickly making their way out to the mid rim. No one was safe and no one had hope, not anymore, but who could really blame them.

First the clone wars, long, tiresome, painful, always to risk to be caught in a battle, be killed by a droid or even taken as a slave in the aftermath. Then the final battle, all seemed to go well, hope started to swell in everyone who was apart of the Republic, Only for things to crumble horribly, first the rumours of the Jedi trying to assassinate the Chancellor Palpatine, a man beloved by many, then the rise of the Empire ruled by the newly anointed Emperor Palpatine. 

The thing is that my planet was as back water as you could get, if you wanted to hide then this was the place to do it, a down side to this though was that news as slow as heck so it was almost a month till we learned of the final battle that ended Count Dooku and the end of the war. It didn't take us long till we where told about the rise of the Empire with the rise of our Emperor and his right hand who no one had ever heard of. 

It was a good thing we had a lot of pirates, bounty hunters, and even just some travellers come here to relax and re-fuel their ships because without them we wouldn't get a majority of our information. But what shocked us all the most was when we heard that the emperors right hand had killed Emperor Palpatine and taken his title. 

Some where relived, some where scared. The former Emperor had been kind, not doing anything to warrant such hate but some though that he would have turned out to be a horrible man after a few years, many thought his right hand couldn't be any better.

I didn't really feel much regarding the constant changing of plans, I wasn't directly effected by it, none of us were really. We just whet about our days like normal, do our jobs, take care of our familys, on the days we heard about a a new innocent planet being taken over all we would just thought ‘oh, well that's to bad.’ and just moved on.

In my case I worked with my family in our little tavern/inn. we where always the first ones to get news, mostly by bounty hunters, they would come here and stay a night or two, usually waiting to get payed. Being the one;y daughter to my mum and dad I was the waitress and I would lead the people staying at the inn to their rooms, witch meant I was the first to ever get any information. Me or the man who owns the fuel depo. 

It was peaceful, but like I said peace is the hardest thing to keep.

It started like any other day, I woke up before anyone else, cleaned the tavern and started to get food ready for the hungry bounty hunters and travellers who stayed at the inn that night and that I could already hear getting up and walking on the wooden planks that make up my roof and their floor. 

One of our regulars in the tavern, but never the inn, Cad Bane was alway one to enjoy a good meal. 

After a few minutes the food was warm and drinks where cold and tables where clean when my first customer came in, but not one I was expecting.

Really high up bounty hunter like him came around a lot since the rise of the Empire, being hired by said Empire to hunt their enemies and the Jedi, most of whom hid in the outer rim, so our planet just at the edge of the mid rim was a good place to stop, rest and fuel up. 

Bane was the best of the best but never took work from the empire, but his work did seem to move more to the outer rim now that wanted people needed to hide even more.

“Mornin’ kiddo.”

Despite me being twenty years old he always called me ‘kiddo’ but to be far he was in his mid fifties... I think.

His voice was modulated and gruff, definitely the voice of a bounty hunter in his fifties but regardless of how harsh and gruff he sounded his tone was still friendly, probably because I gave him alcohol. 

“Hi Bane. Usual?”

He sat down at the bar I was currently working at and nodded sighing deeply and leaning back into the chair, happy to be off his feet. 

I turned to the kitchen right behind the bar and grabbed a plate of nuna and water. He usually liked hard liquor but I imagine he never drinks water and even Duros need water.

I set down the plate and cup in front of him, He took a bite of his meat and when he reached for his drink he realized what it was and looked up at me un-impressed. 

“I would bet you never drink anything but hard liquor, hard liquor dosen't keep an old man like you at his top game.”

He barded his teeth, more like fangs at me, but took a sip none-the-less. 

Bane was harsh, I never would have done something or said something like that before when I first met him during the clone wars. I knew who he was, a bounty hunting Duros with two custom blasters and a hat with the biggest rim in the entire galaxy was easy to recognize. 

He came in the evening, luckily my parents where in the tavern with me. since I turned seventeen I was the one who took care of the inn and the tavern being a much warmer person then my mother and an extraordinary cook. Mum mostly cleaned and prepped the inns rooms, she was always a neat freak, a hard women who had a 'no one can do it better than me' kind of attitude. But despite her hard exterior she was very warm on the inside. My dad was also just like my mum, harsh outside sweet inside, he had a nack for hunting and growing, he would grow all our vegetables and fruits himself. You'd never think it to look at him but he had quite the green thumb.

It had already gotten dark, a few customers where still around when he came in, every conversation when silent and everyone shifted at the change of mood in the air. He came in, sat in one of the booths in the corners and waited for me to come over and take his order. For a solid five minutes of me shaking in fear once I realized who he was till my mum gave me a harsh shove in his direction forcing me to go over and take his order.

I fumbled over my own feet and my words, by the time I had gotten everything out, welcoming him and asking if he wanted anything to eat or drink I had already made a huge fool of myself. My cheeks red as a tomato.

He stared at me for a minute making me all the more scared. I shifted on my feet a little, never looking him in the eye. 

Finally he said something, well, he chuckled at me. Low and quiet but still plenty amused. 

“Don't worry girly’ I won't bite ya’.”

I relaxed a little, his tone was light and playful, besides he had no reason to hurt me.

I nodded but still didn't say anything.

“Get me some nuna and the hardest liquor you have.”

I nodded and when to get what he wanted. We had plenty on nuna but we didn't really have hard liquor. Most of the townsmen liked beer or ale but every bounty hunter seemed to like a wider variety of alcohol mostly different kinds of hard liquor. 

I got his meat and a mug of our hardest ale, I gave it to him, but before he could comment on his drink I spoke first, rather meekly but still loud enough he could hear.

“I’m sorry about the drink, we don't have any hard liquor, this ale is the hardest thing we have.”

I keep my head down, not wanting to piss him off in any way. to my surprise however he took sip and didn't hate it.

‘Not what I normally get but still good.”

I lifted my head and smiled out of relief, glad I wasn't going to get shot. I nod at him in silent thanks.

‘Thank you sir, we are getting a shipment of hard liquor soon because of all the bounty hunters like yourself who come here now-a-days, if you ever had to come back we will have a much wider variety for you.”

He nods and I turn to leave. He left after he was done eating and we didn't see him for another two months. When he came back again I was the only one in the tavern, mum prepping the rooms upstairs and dad out on a hunt. 

This time he came over to the bar. I turned around for the hot table we had just bought to replace a broken stove, it was much better then the stove and much bigger. Instead of just four elements to cook on now I had a whole table, it was awesome. I gasped a little when I saw him again but I wasn't scared or frozen in place, more just shocked, I didn't think I would see him again. 

He gave me a nod in greeting.

“Kiddo’.”

I nodded back.

“Same thing as last time, but with some real hard liquor.”

He gave me a smirk and I laughed a bit and turned around to cook him his meat and grab some hard liquor I think he might like, I got out a brandy, whisky and rum placing the bottles in front of him.

“Any preference?”

He pointed at the whisky.

“Straight.”

I nodded turn to finish up his order.

After that he came in every other month till the rise of the Empire, know I saw him about three times a month.

I was polishing some cups, having nothing else to do, the food done being prepped ahead of time, i just needed to wait for it to heat up and having no one else in the tavern to serve I had to busy my hands with something.

“Empires getting’ ballsy.”

I look up at him and tilt my head to the side, he didn't normally chat with me aside from some important news and rumours, which if he was telling me weren't rumours but truths, Bane wasn't the kind of man to waist words on rumours or things he deemed unimportant.

“Oh?”

He nodded again, swallowing some nuna.

“Yeah, some say the new Emperor going from planet to planet trying to find a women for himself.”

He looked up at me, I knew what he was getting at but I just laugh a little and shook my head head down and eyes closed, thinking what he was insinuating was ridiculous. 

“Bane, come on, if he is looking for a woman he's looking a noble girl or princess, do I look like either?”

My tone was playful and light, dramatically flipping my hair like I was some royal brat. 

He rolled his red eyes at my antics.

“No chance.”

He said gruffly. I laughed again going back to polishing the cups. 

“Even so, he won't come here, we don't have anyone royal, just a bunch of small farming and mining villages littered all over the planet, come to think of it, I don't think we even have a senator.”

He looked up at me again,

“You sure talk like a royal brat, just missing the royal part.”

I laughed again, this little banter with him was always fun.

“Mum made sure I had an education, learned lots of fancy words.”

He rolled his eyes again. I never know from his eyes, having a lack of pupils made it a little hard but his eyelids gave it away. Moving up a little every time.

He didn't say anything after that, just finishing his meal, a few more people started to make they're way down to grab some breakfast.

After I served a few people I went to go do some newly made dishes. Just before I made my way to the other side of the bar a big cold hand grabbed my upper arm. I looked up to see Bane staring at me silently.

“Be carful, kiddo. Girls like you are few and far between.”

I smirked and put my free hand up to my chest, face gasping in shock.

“Is that an actual compliment Mr. Bane?”

He rolled his eyes again and handed me some credits.

“Later, little lady. I expect to see you here the next time I'm back.”

Rolling my eyes for the umpteenth time I scoff at him.

“I don't have anywhere else to be.”

And with that he left. 

The rest of the day when on like normal, flirty customers and funny regulars, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing wrong. 

Most my age hated our lifestyle, alway wanting more, never having enough but I was happy. No one on this planet was ever hungry and we where always safe and we knew how to do hard work, that was more than most of the galaxy had had in hundreds of years. 

Little did I know my life would crumble in a matter of days.

I woke up early, just like everyday but today was different, Once a month we got a shipment of foreign food and alcohol. We didn't have a capital but our biggest city did have a port that we got our delivery's from. I had to go pick up our delivery today.

I got our our old speeder bike that wasn't all that speedy anymore and hooked our little trailer to it. But in all honesty I didn't really need to go very fast, and once I had my cargo if I went to fast it would spill all over the place. 

My parents where still in bed, they both had me late in their marriage so while I was just twenty they where in there sixties and loved to sleep in, besides I did most of the work in the tavern, they needed the extra sleep, besides most oir patrons wouldn't be up till the afternoon so why wake them up?

I left a note and grabbed a sandwich for lunch later and hung a sign saying no food till the evening when I would be back. I wasn't too worried there was another food place in our small little village me and the cook there often shared recipes so we where always on good terms.

As I get closer and closer to the ‘capital’ something felt odd. nothing looked wrong, it was probably going to rain tonight, the sky was a light grey and you couldn't see the blue sky anymore but it wasn't the grey clouds that felt foreboding.

The trip to the ‘capital’ was scenic. lush trees and plant life, sun light coming down in beautiful rays making it seem like a fairy-tail. I loved the forest. Our planet was covered in them, that and our tall mountains to the north that we mined from. No dura steel or anything like that, but beautiful crystals and some coal. Nothing of real interest however. 

I ignored it and kept going, I was probably just being paranoid with the now darker grey sky dampening my mode, but I should hurry and get my cargo so that my mood is the only damp think.

I make my way over to the port, my shipping order in hand to give to the pilot. I was really early, people just starting to start working here, usually I stayed longer but with rain I should probably get back soon, guess the guests at the inn may get lunch after all,

Being so early I arrived at the port just as the cargo ship landed. I went over to the pilot Anthony, we never were able to talk long but he always knew who I was.

I smiled brightly and waved but he lacked his usual pep. He was always pretty playful and joking but this time he seemed, almost anxious.

“Mornin’ Anthony.”

He nodded but didn't say anything, I handed him my shipping order so he new what crate of stuff was mine. As we waited for the droids to bring out the crate I couldn't help but get more worried.

“Whats wro-”

Before I could finish my sentence I was interrupted by a scream and the sound of... an ion engine.

I look up, my face dropping completely. Right above us emerging from the clouds was three of the biggest ships I had ever seen. Clearly owned by the Empire the one in the middle much bigger than the others, I bet its shadow covered the entire town.

My hand covered my mouth, this was crazy, three giant ships? here? why would there need to be three? such a unpopulated planet like this, one of those ships would be enough to bring enough solders to cover the planets populated areas three times over. the solders would probably outnumber out whole planets population five to one. But three ships, the number would probably more like for every one person there would be fifteen solders.

The port was at the edge of the city, only having forest for hundreds miles, the closet other village being mine. We watched as the biggest of the ships landed onto the forest. Completely decimating it. Destroying it for generations to come.

I couldn't stop shaking. Why three ships? Why here? And for makers sake what would we have to offer the Empire?

I as frozen in place till Anthony shook me. I turned to look at him as the ginormous ramp to the ship started to lower.

“You need to leave. NOW.”

His words where hard. He was right whatever this was I needed to warn my parents. we might even have to leave. By the time I am able to move my feet again the ramp had already lowered to the ground with huge groups of stormtroopers marching down it, but that wasn't what scared me.

The storm troopers all wore white, but in front of them all was one man. he was impossible to not notice and impossible to not know who he was. pitch black armour, a mask that seemed to cut through your very soul, foot steps that seemed to shake the planet itself to its core and breathing as foreboding as you could get.

It was the Emperor, a man who possessed a demanded attention. Impossible to ignore, even more impossible to not be afraid. only a crazy man wouldn't be scared of him.

I was almost in tears, so scared and so confused, Why would he come here. Bane mentioned finding a women, maybe he was here for slaves.

Just before I could speed off I felt eyes on me. I looked over my shoulder to him. It was impossible to tell with his helmet and mask covering him, but I swear he was looking at me, burning a hole in me with his eyes. 

Before I could even think I was racing away as fast as the bike would let me, terrified.

The second I got home a few hours later I was still in tears, I couldn't stop them. I had never felt fear like this. the fear I felt now made the fear I felt for Bane when I first met him seemed like nothing. 

I rushed inside, not even bothering to hold in my fear. No one was in the tavern, most gone to their next bounty or finding food elsewhere .

“MUM, DAD!!!”

“(Y/N)?!”

My voice was breaking, so scared I was just a sobbing mess, not knowing what else to do. I collapse on the floor shaking like a leaf when my mum came rushing in. 

She was worried, scared seeing me like this. She rushed over taking my trembling form in her arms and holding me close to her chest. Her heart as beating fast, but not as fast as mine. I thought it would explode from the stress and kill me before I could even warn her.

“Shhh, sweetheart, what's wrong, who hurt you?”

She started to look all over my body for any injuries but got confused when she didn't see any.

“H-he is he-here.”

My voice was hoarse from all my sobbing, I couldn't help my fearful stutter. 

“Who, sweetheart, who?”

I griped onto her shirt so hard I probably left holes in it my knuckles and most of my hand white, probably as pale as my face.

“The Emperor.”

Her eyes widened. She probably would have thought I was joking if I wasn't on the ground sobbing and shaking. thinking I was just playing some kind of sick joke.

Just before she could say something my dad came rushing into the room.

“The Empire Is here.”

Dads face was almost as pale as mine was, the colour slowly draining out of my mums face as it dawned on her.

“We need to leave.”

Dad started to run around grabbing things we might need.

“How, with what ship?”

“I don't know but it doesn't matter, we need to leave before more come, them being here is already to much, we need to leave, NOW.”

Moms face dropped even more, she must have known what that meant while I was still a scared shaking mess on the floor.

“You don't think that there isn't already a blockade of some kind around the planet they won't let anyone leave, and leaving right when the emperor gets here is much too suspicious.

“Well we have to try something!”

I couldn't make out their yelling after that, the ringing in my ears getting far to loud now. I have no idea how long it was till I felt my dad strong arms and calloused hands pick me up and walk out of our tavern only to freeze and go stiff as a rock, becoming as cold as one to. 

I look up confused, why were we just standing in the doorway. I look over at mum and she was just like dad, stiff and cold, frozen in place like she was ice, her eye unmoving but focused. I look up to dad again seeing his eyes the exact same way. I look ahead and almost screamed. Right in front of us was a battalion of black armoured stormtroopers and the Emperor himself, starting right back.

Still in my dads arms I could feel my breath catch in my throat. My eyes wide.

Why? Why here. This planet was absurd enough for him to come to, but our small little village, only full of farmers or bounty hunters and travellers passing through. No one had moved here in the past almost thirty years so they wouldn't be hunting someone. 

The only possible reason would be he was looking for slaves. A weak planet, an even weaker village, we where a perfect target. Meek and docile and hard working. Perfect slaves. 

At the realization fresh tears slid down my pale cheeks. I would be separated from my parents and probable tortured. I felt my dad put me down to the ground. If he didn't hold onto my upper arms my knees would have buckled under me and i'd fall to the floor in tears. Dad handed me over to mum, her moving me behind my father holding me up, pressing me into her side.

Staring back at me was the Emperor. I didn't know how I knew but I just did. The mask made it impossible to truly tell but while the black stormtroopers where staring at my dad ready to take aim at the giant of a man in front of them.

My dad was huge. About six foot three and very wide. Years of work hardening his muscles. To look at he was very intimidating but in reality he was a gentle giant who get uncomfortable with the sight of blood. Feeling a little safer and a little brave I peered past him a little only to freeze in place again all that bravery disappearing in a second. 

Slowly the Emperor came closer, I felt like throwing up only to remember I never ate my sandwich so there was nothing to throw up aside from stomach acid. As he got closer I realized how tall he was Just a foot shorter them my dad, also a giant of a man in his own right, at least to me. I only came up to the bottom of my dads chest with the emperor I was the same height as his chest. 

The hight difference only made me more scared. He was also wide, ripped with muscles. Despite what looked like ridiculously heavy armour you could tell how strong he was. He was right in front of my dad now, it was all the more obvious he was looking at me now, his head tilted downward and to the side to peer around my dad to look at me. As we stared at each other I became aware of his loud breathing through his helmet.

I tried to back away a little, both wanting to put some distance between myself and the most powerful man in the galaxy, lowering my head in the process realizing it was probably rude to stare and not wanting to piss him off.

But as I try to move I found the second I moved one foot back and started to move my head down an invisible force seemed to wrap around me. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortably tight. It forced me to stay in place, looking up at him. 

“Name.”

I almost didn't register he was talking, so distracted by the invisible think keeping me in place. 

Everyone knew what a Jedi was and what the force was and that the Jedi are force sensitive and had a special connection to it. Being able to do extraordinary things. I had no doubt in my mind that this was the force, which only made me all the more scared. He could snap my neck with just his mind. 

His voice was so deep but not gravely like Bane’s, it was very smooth.

Realizing silence wasn't the best option with my new revelation I opened my mouth to speak only for dad to bet me to it. 

“My name is Dex, this is my wife Luma and our daughter (Y/N).”

For the first time he broke away from my gaze, opting instead to look at my dad but the force didn't pull away, it only seemed to get tighter when his gaze lingered on dad making me squeak in pain a little. 

The second the unwilling sound came out of my chapped lips the feeling loosened immediately. The Emperors eyes on my once more. Suddenly I felt a hand? Nothing was there but it felt like a hand was stroking my cheek lovingly, like mum would do when I got sick as a kid, I couldn't help but relax a little. 

“May I ask why you honour us with your presence my lord?”

Dad sounded so formal, clearly knowing not to piss him off and show him the respect a man of his station demanded. However the second he spoke a black stormtrooper came closer, his trigger finger clearly itching. 

“Do not speak to the Emperor unless spoken to.”

Their voice was hard, seething with entitlement and power. I realized I still couldn't move when I tried to grab the back of my dads shirt wanting to feel some semblance of safety. 

The Trooper had his gun against my dads head, all my dad did was stare at him. I tried to move to hug him, still unable to move, I cried out.

“NO! Please... pl-please don't hurt h-him... please.”

My voice was pathetic, pleading to whomever would listen to have mercy.

“Oh, (Y/N).”

I turned my head as much as I could to see my mum with her hand to her mouth and tears on her face. I hadn't even realized she was still here. It only made me more scared knowing someone else I loved was here and in possible danger.

I turned back to the Emperor and the trooper holding his gun up to my dads temple. If It wasn't too scary it would have been funny, the trooper being shorter than my dad so he had to reach up pretty far to have the barrel of the gun pressed to dads head. 

“Please.”

My voice was pathetic, broken from crying and fear, begging the emperor for mercy.

The Emperor raised his hand, signalling to the trooper to lower his weapon. Without hesitation the trooper did. Clearly loyal to his Emperor. I breathed a sigh of relief as he fell back into formation with the other troopers only for my breath to stop when the emperor pushed past my dad and towered over me.

Dad didn't dare make a move but mum tired to come close to me again to hold me, fearing for her only child's life. But before she could get too close the Emperor shot his left hand out using the force to hold her in place, much like he was doing to me.

I still couldn't move but I could still turn my head to see her. She wasn't completely forced in place like me. She was holding her neck, she was breathing but it was clear the grip of the force was pretty tight. Tight enough to keep her in place. 

I turned back to the Emperor, eyes brimming with even more tears I didn't even now I had, scared for my mums life. 

I opened my mouth to beg again only for him to raise his right hand to my face. I thought he was going to slap me, put me in my place for daring to speak to him again without permission. But instead I felt his pointer finger press gently to my lips silencing any cry or pleas for mercy. 

My eyes shot open, not expecting the gentle touch from the man I assumed would make me a slave. I gazed up at his helmet. The place where his eyes would be are covered by a very dark red, almost black visor. It would be impossible to tell if I wasn't so close to his face.

After a second he pulled away. His left hand still raised keeping mum in place and turned to dad, straightening a little. I didn't even realized he had to bend down to look at me. it only made me more scared. Everything about this man screamed power and intimidation. His heigh, his strength, his men, his ships and especially is ability to use the force. He was a man to fear.

“How much?”

My dad blinked, having been more focused more on his scared daughter and distressed close to choking wife.

“M-my lord?”

“Your daughter, I want her, but I will not leave you with nothing. How much do you want for her.”

I left out a sob, I didn't mean to, it just slipped out. If the force wasn't holding me up I would have colapsed onto the ground, my hands covering my face. 

My dads looks over at me, fear plain as day in his eye. He would never give me away, but at the same time this was the Emperor of the entire galaxy, who was he to say no.

It was silent for a while the only sound being that of the Emperors breathing, me trying to hold back my sobs and mum trying not to choke as my dad was forced to make an impossible decision.

He could give me away and get a good pay out, giving us all a chance to live or he could say no and have all of us killed for defying the Emperor.

I understood. If he gave me away I would never hold it against him, never hate him. How could I. We are only human. It hurt but I would be happy knowing that they had survived this terrifying ordeal and got enough credits to live lavishly for one hundred life times. 

“Dex... Dex no.”

Mums voice was hoarse from the force choking her, barely getting out the words.

Dad looked so scared, so conflicted and so mad at himself probably for entertaining the idea of giving away his only child for credits, ashamed he ever considered it in the first place. 

He looked over at me, my eyes pleading with him to just do it. To stay alive and too have plenty of credits to live happily and easily the rest of their lives, tears brimming in my eyes. 

“No.”

The words rocked me to my core, my heart stopping for just a second as I almost screamed at him. Begging him not to do anything stupid.

Before the Emperor could even do anything the trooper from before came back over. Kicking the back of dads knees forcing him down to the ground. Shoving his face into the ground with his boot. 

I struggled against the force, trying to break free and run to my dad, wanting to shield him from the trooper ready to shoot him at a moments notice. Only to be held still, my effort pointless.

The man keeping me in place turned to me, staring at my tear stranded cheeks, not having anymore tears to even cry. Staring at my drained and withering body and I tried to break free. 

“How dare you, you dare deny the Emperor, even after he offered you more credit than a skug like you ever deserved”

I pleaded for the trooper to stop to have mercy even directly begging the Emperor saying I would do anything he wanted if he just let my family go.

He never stoped looking at me, just staring. I felt naked under his gaze, exposed and weak. Pathetic.

Finally he turned away, looking back at my dad who's face was so close to his boot dad was practically kissing it. 

“I’ll say it again, give me your daughter willingly and I will pay you handsomely, resist and I will kill your wife and make you watch, then kill you and take your daughter anyway.”

Dads eyes widened, even more scared now.

“No, no plea-.”

Mum begged again, only to be cut off by the force squeezing around her neck to tighten lifting her slightly off the ground, really choking her now.

“No, no please, please my lord have mercy on them, please. I’ll do anything... please.”

The last please was almost inaudible. Barely even a whisper. 

Clearly tired of the silence from my dad his left hand that was still extended towards my mum went from a pincer shape to a closed fist, followed by a sickening snap.

Everything when silent, my eyes wide and my mind blank.

I looked over to my dad. His hand where tied behind his back with binders as he screamed and struggled, three more troopers having to come over and help hold him down. I saw he was screaming but I couldn't hear any sound as he fought tooth and nail to get out of the troopers grasp.

Suddenly I felt very light, the force had released me, Contrary to my thoughts I didn't fall, I just stood there. My brain had completely stoped working, not registering anything but the need to turn around. Something had happened and I needed to see. 

I turned slowly I kept my eyes level but when I didn't see anything behind me I looked down. 

There, about a foot away from me lay the body of my mother.

Suddenly all the noise hit my at once, my dad shouting profanity's at the Emperor who had just killed his beloved wife and at the troopers holding him down.

Her neck was twisted at a sick angle. Her once beautiful blue eyes open and dull. Lifeless. 

I felt to my knees, crying out as I crawled over to my mum. I reached out for her, cradling her body in my arms, holding her close to my chest. Begging for this to be a bad dream. That I could wake up any second and be in my bed, my parents still safe and sound,

It took me a second to realize but I couldn't hear dad screaming anymore and I was cooler, like I was in a shadow, The only sound being that of my soft hiccups and loud breathing that didn't belong to me. 

I look up at the Emperor. He was looming over me and my mums lifeless body, staring at me again.

I didn't dare say anything, just stared back, getting ready to beg for mercy again but the Emperor spoke up before I could.

“One last chance. Give me your daughter, I pay you and let you live or I kill you in front of my poor girls eyes and take her away anyway.”

He clearly wasn't talking to me but he never took his eyes off my trembling figure still wrapped in his shadow.

I look past him to see my dad completely restrained, unable to move with a gag in him mouth making it impossible to get any words out. How was he supposed answer?

Unable to answer, dad fought against the troopers and his binders with all his strength, a fury in his eyes I had never seem before. 

The Emperor crouched down on one knee in front of me. Without a word he pried my cold hands away from my mums body. I struggled against him as much as I could, not ready to leave her. But my fight was pathetic, I was frail and weak from all the crying and fear, exhaustion hitting me all at once. 

My weak attempts to get away from him and back to my mum was nothing to him. 

He pulled me away from my mum. Lifting me in his arms like I weighed nothing. Hoisting me up to his hight with one arm. I grip onto his shoulders holding tightly onto his black cape, my hands shaking uncontrollably. 

He lifted his free hand up to my cheek, stroking it lightly with his gloved thumb.

“You had your chance.”

I look at him in utter fear, snapping my head over to my dad trying to push away from the evil man holding me trying to run to my dad only for the hand under my thighs to tighten and the hand that was once on my cheek to wrap around me tightly keeping me pressed to his chest. Before I could do anything the sound of a blaster bolt rang through the air and my fathers body went limp with a burning hole in his skull.

I scream as loud as I possibly could. pushing as hard as I physically could trying to get to my dads limp body.

“Shhhhhh, little one, I have you... relax.”

And with that everything went black.

When I woke up I was surrounded by warm blankets, I breathed a sigh of relief, a bad bream, it was all just a bad dream. I almost let out a cry in relief, but I hold back, not wanting to wake up mum or dad. I curl up a little more, enjoying the feeling of my bed a bit more till I got up and had to work for the day. I move my head further into the pillow snuggling close only to freeze.

I started to shake, this wasn't my bed. My bed was comfortable, but not this comfortable.

I refused to open my eyes. I didn't want to admit where I probably was, and how my life had been shattered. I kept my eyes shut like they where vaults holding the most precious treasure, because if I opened them it felt like I was really saying goodbye.

Even with my eyes closed so tightly it didn't stop my tears of mourning slipping past my eye lids, my thoughts couldn't help going to my parents, I think of all the good times and the bad, all leading up to their brutal and cruel deaths by a mad man. I was all alone now and to make matters worse I have no idea where I am and I wasn't brave enough to open my eyes to find out.

I herd the whooshing of a door open behind me. I wanted to curl up even tighter in the foreign soft blankets, the atmosphere seemingly getting cooler. Not freezing, but enough to rase a few goosebumps.

I heard heavy foot steps coming over to me. I tried to calm my breathing to make it look as if I was peacefully sleeping but it must have been a pretty poor try considering I had tear stains on my cheeks. Once they left I would open my eyes and look around, figure out where I was and collect myself but I didn't want anyone in the Empire to see me like this, weakness wasn't something I wanted to show right now.

It was so quiet, too quiet, it had only been a few second but it was so quiet I almost forget he was there. How could someone be so quiet. The only reason I knew he was still there was because I didn't hear his heavy footsteps leave or the opening and closing of the door.

I lay as still as I could, not daring to move as the figure made its way towards me, standing right in front of my 'sleeping' body and just stood there, unmoving and still as stone.

The silence blanketed us, I started to break out in a cold sweat. If this kept up pretending to sleep was going to fail me if the look of me didn't already the stains on my cheeks and I was probably too stiff looking to seem peacefully asleep.

After what felt like several minutes of unbearable stillness -but was probably just a few seconds- I finally heard the shuffling of fabric followed by a heavy weight placed beside me. The stranger had sat down beside me.

I was still laying in a kind of fetal position, my knees where bend and tucked a little but not touching my stomach with my hands resting beside my head on the pillow. The stranger was right beside my stomach almost pressing against it

I stiffen a little as he sits not expecting him to do that, but I immediately relax as much as I can and try to get my breathing under control, hoping the stranger just thought that it was his siting down on the bed that jostled me a little.

After a few more moments of silence, what felt like a hard gloved hand finds its way into my hair. His hand lightly brushed through my hair, stroking my head gently. But despite the gentle calm touch I still flinched. Bad.

I had no Idea where exactly I was but I did know I was with the Empire after Emperor Vader had murdered both my parents in front of me. That was enough to want to gather my bearings alone and try not to freak out with someone from the Empire in the damn room.

A deep chuckle came from the man, It was powerful and even sexy, sending an unwilling pleasant shiver up my spine. His hand was clearly gloved, feeling leather like and hard, almost like the hand of a droid. It was a gentle and kind touch but hard none-the-less.

"I'd suggest you stop pretending, little one. Pretending to sleep won't work with me."

The voice was light in tone almost playful but his voice itself was deep, it sounded vaguely familiar yet so different at the same time.

I slowly open my eyes, know that I had been figured out. I rub my eyes a little trying to prevent any tears from falling. The mans fingers were still wrapped in my hair, I brushed my fingers on his arm a little accidentally. I bring my hand back down to my chest as quickly as I could. I shoot my eyes over to the man who sat beside me and I freeze.

My eyes where met with a strong torso, and the pitch black armour of the Emperor who killed my family. This couldn't be worse, I was in a room with the Emperor himself. This wasn't some random imperial officer it was the Emperor of the entire galaxy who ruined my life.

I couldn't help my shaking, a sob coming from my dry lips as salty tears wet my cheeks. I look further up, seeing his right arm extended to me, his hand in my hair to his broad chest to his face.

He didn't have his helmet on, that's why his voice was different, his vocalizer wasn't twisting his voice. Thats why it sounded vaguely familiar.

He had curly hair that went close to his shoulders, and amber eyes with red around the rim of his irises. He had a scar going down his right eye. He was very tall and clearly strong but he was also very young looking, close to my age, probably just a few year older.

He tilted his head to the side a little, a grin on his face. It wasn't mocking or insulting, more like looking at a scared kitten, which to be fair probably is what I looked like right now. He tsked at me, still running his fingers through my hair.

"No need to be so scared, little one. You are safe with me I swear."

His comforting words where lost on me. I only saw red. I grit my teeth and steel myself. All my fear disappearing. This man killed my parents in front of me and he calmed I was safe with him?

In a fit of anger and temporary bravery I hit his hand away as hard as I could ready to scream at him, but the back of my wrist was met with a ridiculously hard surface as I try to swipe him hand away.

I yelp and cradle my wrist in my right hand, holding it to my chest.

He tsk's as me again. I try to move away from this evil man only for him to grab me by the waist and yank me into his lap. I keep my hurt wrist close but I pound on his armoured chest with my uninjured hand. In hind sight, not a good idea. him being so well armoured, not like without his armour I could do anything to him but in all my grief I could think of nothing else to do.

"Le-t me go, you b-bastard let me g-go."

My voice was shaky from my tears but still clear.

You would expect someone so powerful like him to hit me back, yell and tell me to be quiet but he didn't. He held me close, wrapping his large arms around me holding me to his chest.

After a minute or two of beating on his chest he seemed to realize that I was hurting myself. I didn't care I didn't even notice the pain. Too angry to even realize.

He grasped my hand, his completely covering mine and my wrist.

"Come now, little one. You're hurting yourself."

He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly all over. My hand was in a hard fist and was covered in little bruises from hitting his armour.

"Your only hurting yourself, calm down, little one."

I didn't want to, maker I didn't but the second he spoke his words I felt something wash over me, a feeling that wasn't mine but controlled me regardless.

I relaxed completely, the Emperor kissed my bruised hand a few more times till I slipped it out of his grasp. It wasn't a hard hold, it was actually very light. I cradled both my hands to my chest and let silent tears fall.

'What's happening to me?"

I wasn't stuttering in sobs anymore, now I was just very quiet, quiet and pathetic.

The Emperor moved his hand to stroke my hair again, rocking back and forth lightly making sure not to make any sudden movements.

"You know of the force, yes, little one?"

I nod silently, I didn't want to give in, I really didn't, but what choice did I really have. I had no idea where I was or how to get away and my parents where know dead. I didn't have any other family so I had no where to go. Best to just play along till I could escape by myself.

"I am a force user, I can do many things with it, including coxing my beloved little one to calm down a little bit."

I felt calm, yes, but I was shaking like crazy. I was a scared lamb in a lions claws. I cling to my clothes only to realize they weren't even mine. I wasn't wearing my usual work clothes I was earlier, old and tattered from years of work but still as comfortable as ever. Now I was wearing a black gown. it was also very comfortable and very fancy but if felt so wrong.

It was long, going down to my ankles with a slit going up to my upper thigh. It had an open back, I could feel the cool leather of his arm on my back. It had thin straps and a dip in the chest that didn't leave much to the imagination. The straps almost looked like they would snap if I moved my shoulder too much.

I curled in on myself a little, feeling much more exposed than I wanted to, feeling all the more vulnerable. The gown wasn't very thick, it was very thin and flowy. It didn't hug my body tightly but being curled up in the Emperors lap made the fabric fold around me more then it would have.

I could feel my eyes well with tears but they wouldn't fall, no matter how much I wanted them too, like the force wasn't letting me cry, forcing me to feel 'calm'. But these emotions are not mine, it felt wrong, but it was too hard to resist. It was like a hand had wrapped around me, controlling everything I felt.

"Please... stop."

My voice was still so small, but in his presence it was hard to not feel pathetic and weak.

He hummed down at me in question, his lips resting in my hair as he continued to rub my back. I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good, it became harder and harder to remember what he did to my parents and feel the anger and sadness that accompanied it. Now I just felt odd, I was scared to be with the damn Emperor of the whole galaxy but It was like I was slowly forgetting them. I figured it must be his use of the force, the thought sent a wave of fresh naked pure fear through me. I didn't want to forget, it felt like a betrayal to forget them by the hands of their murderer. I wouldn't let that happen.

"Stop."

I forced myself to seem more confident in my words, Pressing on his chest trying to get up, to put some distance between us, hoping that it would weaken his hold on my mind with some distance or even just my resistance. I didn't know much of anything about the force, just that force sensitives could do things with it like put words in your mind and lift things.

I pushed a little harder. If it came to a fight I would clearly lose but he may be willing to give me a little space.

My poor little one, I could feel her fear, her resistance even her confusion rolling off her in waves. She was so scared, scared of me, the force, she didn't want to give in and by no means was she weak minded but she didn't understand the force nor did she know how to fight it.

She was pushing away from me, I could feel how stressed she was, she felt so many emotions none of them the ones she should feel in my arms, just fear. She needed her space, but I didn't want to give it to her.

From the moment I saw her I knew she had to be mine, she looked so vulnerable, so weak and so scared with confusion, having no idea why we had come to such a small insignificant planet. But from that first moment I saw her I knew I would have her, no matter what, she was mine.

I knew killing her parents would have a negative effect on our relationship, but I wouldn't let something as insignificant as them get in the way of having what was rightfully mine.

I was broken out of my thoughts when I felt another push on my armoured chest by her small hand, calloused from all her days of hard work, She would never have to work again, I didn't want to let her go, but giving her some space would be beneficial to gain her trust.

I let her go reluctantly. She stood up, a little wobbly after taking a few steps away from our bed. The second I saw her shake as if her knees where about to give out made me want to rush to her, pull her in my arms and never let go again.

She pulled her hand up to her head, her head down and eyes closed. She knew I was using the force to keep her calm and I could see she suspected that I was easing her parents out of her mind. She was smart, my sweet little girl, but she didn't know the force well, and while she wasn't weak minded her thoughts where loud and very clear to a master of the force.

Her voice was so weak, she really was so scared. Again, I wanted to hold her to my chest and never let go, make sure she knew that she was safe with me, but all good things come to those who wait and she was a sweet thing I would wait for and give her her space, within reason, of course.

"Stop."

"What do you mean, little one?"

I knew what she meant, but step one of making her mine would be coxing her to tell me what she wanted, what she needed, even if I knew

"My mind... s-stop toying with I-it."

I could practically hear the tears in her voice, but with my use of the force they wouldn't fall. She must have felt so pent up, unable to get her emotions out, cry like she needed to.

I loosened my hold on her mind slowly, enough to let her feel her fear but not enough to let her truly focus on the memory of her parents.

The second I did fresh tears spilled from her face, I hated it. Hated seeing my little one cry and hiccup softly, her hands unable to keep up with all her tears, some one them falling to the cold floor.

All I could think of was how much I wanted to hold her shaking form, how much I wanted to comfort her. But she would only push me away.

I reach into her mind again, not to control her emotions but to see what she was thinking. But she wasn't even really thinking anymore, she was just scared and confused. Not knowing what would happen to her next. I realized she didn't even take the time to look around, see where she was.

She kept shaking, she was mostly shaking because she was scared, she didn't even notice how cold she was. Space was a cold place, and in a metal ship with bare feet and a thin gown that showed so much of her skin it must have felt that much colder, my poor little one.

I wanted to pick her up, tuck her back into our warm blankets, take off my armour pull her into my warm chest and watch as she slowly drifted off into sleep.

Instead I walked over to the fireplace. It was a few meters away from the foot of the bed with two couches and a table between them where I often did work when my office was no longer suitable.

I start a fire and strip away some of my armour leaving me in a pair of pants and a lose black tunic. it felt good to be rid of the heavy armour, It worked well for intimidation and making me seem inhuman, it made people fear me all the more, but my dear little one is not someone that should fear me.

Once the armour is put away and the fire is large and burning brightly I move towards my little one. She was still crying, her hands still trying to wipe away all her tears that just kept on coming.

I was much taller than her, she only came up to my chest, if that. she was so small and frail and in need of protection, my protection.

I stand close to her, I wanted touching her, my hands where outstretched to her. her head was held down as she tried to cry as silently as she could, my poor baby girl.

'Come little one, you must be so cold, come sit by the fire."

She looks up at me with puffy cheeks and red eyes and swollen lips, she must have been biting them trying to keep quiet.

She was very hesitant, backing away a little, albeit shakily.

Despite wanting to grab and hold her close, I resist the urge, it would only scare her more. I hated having to take things slow, but she would give in eventually, with a little assistance.

I slipped into her mind again, she was trying desperately to think of her parents, any memory at all, scared to lose them. it was sweet how much she cared for them but now they where gone, I would have to teach her how to rely on me now.

I use the force to project some of my feelings, making her feel that I wouldn't hurt her, that she was safe and that I only had her best interests at heart.

She was so tense, it hurt me to see her this way.

I step closer, she tensed even more, her hands now at her chest clutching the hem of the gown with shaky hands. I place my hands on her upper arms, rubbing lightly, smiling lovingly at her.

She jumped a little but not out of fear, She looked down to where my right hand was placed then over to my left and my right again. I chuckled lowly at her realization, she didn't seem to notice before that I had a fake arm. For a moment all her fear washed away, replaced by her curiosity.

I loved the look on her face, not scared, not confused, nothing but a good healthy curiosity and the want to ask questions.

She kept staring at my mechanical hand, wide curious eyes that I longed to get lost in, but first things first.

I rub my right thumb grabbing her attention again. her head whips up to me so fast, I think she might have gotten whiplash, but then looks down again with red cheeks, ears and shoulders, embraced at her staring.

"I'm sorry."

Again, her voice was soft, but this time she wasn't scared. I chuckled at her.

"No need to apologies, little one. Its quite the interesting thing to see. I assume it's safe to say you've never seem anyone with a missing limb before?"

In her more calm state I was able to slowly lead her to the couches on the edge closet to the fire, she slight shaking stoping completely now that she was warming up by the fire.

Once she is sat down, I sit beside her. Her back faces the fire and her front faces me but her knees as tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

To my surprise she shakes her head.

"There was an old traveler that came to the tavern once, he had lost his left arm in some freak accident when he was young."

I tilt my head a little, a silent suggestion for her to continue.

"I had just never seem anyone with a working moving prosthesis before... I-I didn't mean to be rude."

At her last statement she turned her head away, not wanting to look at me with her embarrassment.

This was perfect, I got her talking, I just had to keep her that way. it was the perfect distraction for the time being. That and my slight use of the force helped keep her parents out of the forefront of her brain, she was much more calm now.

She curled up into herself more, hugging her knees to her chest tighter than before, I knew I couldn't expect everything to be prefect from the get go but I hated seeing her like this, too scared to even sit openly with me. It broke my heart.

"Ohhh no, little one~ it wasn't rude."

I moved a little bit closer to her, she didn't seem to notice with her head down. I wished she would look me in the eye so that I could see hers. The most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

"Its quite the engineering marvel, It was custom made from me during the clone wars but I added modifications and designed the gold and black design it has now. I can even feel with it a little, not like a real limb but if I wasn't looking and someone touched my hand I would know."

I hold my right hand out to her for inspection, hoping she would grab it. Giving her the option to do or not do something was a good first step in making her feel more safe and secure.

I hold my hand palm up, a clear invitation to hold it. She lifts her head up to get a better look at it, clearly interested. I could feel her curiosity with the force but I could also feel her fear. She just needed a little nudge.

I was already manipulating her mind a little, keeping my force signature weak, she may not be force sensitive but she knew I was and a random unknown feeling in he brain that one had never felt before is a pretty big give away.

I strengthen my hold on her mind a little, just making a wash of calm run over her, Making sure she always felt calm and safe around me would be important and with a little help from the force it made the process that much quicker.

After a few moments she slowly reached out, she wasn't as hesitant but her hands moved at a snails pace.

I almost grabbed her and pulled her in my lap when her soft hands grabbed mine. I couldn't feel it very much but I could feel a light buzzing, the hands sensors going off. I wish she was holding my real hand, I could feel my fingers twitch at the thought as it rests on my thigh.

Her hand moved mine around, feeling much more confident now or maybe she was just distracted now that she had something to fiddle with.

Her fingers gently prodded at mine, curling them and un-curling them. She moves to my palm, tracing the design of it for a second then moving up to my wrist to my forearm. Finally after what felt like an eternity her fingers made to where my fake arm meets my real one right underneath my elbow.

I closed my eyes in bliss when her fingertips gently brushed my skin. I loved being able to really feel her, If only for a few moments at a time.

I opened my eyes again to stare at her lovingly. Her eyes where full of curiosity, being able to explore something she had never seen before. It just made me all the more obsessed.

My fingers kept twitching with ever touch she gave me, feeling the need to hold her more. Keeping her still with the force earlier was good, the feeling of holding her like that felt amazing but it wasn't enough.

Even while caring her back to the ship my heavy thick armour was in the way, not allowing me to really hold her. I only wore the armour for intimidation proposes. No one alive had seen me without it now that Sidious was dead. The anonymity and emotionless feel that suit gave me made me all the more intimidating.

As I take in her features I was brought back to reality when I heard a grumble.

(Y/N)'s hand slipped away from mine and wrapped around her knees again, her head to the side trying to his how red her face had gotten but her ears and bare shoulders gave her away.

"Hungry, little one?"

She nods embarrassed. I couldn't help chuckling at her, my outside appearance playful but on the inside I was seething. On her planet it would be around ten at night, of course she was hungry, how could I have been so neglectful to not take care of her needs.

I get up, brushing my fingers lightly on her knee. She didn't flinch this time, instead looking up at me shyly, this was improvement.

"Ill be back with some food, till then feel free to roam about, this is your room so you have a right to everything in it, alright little one?"

I felt the need to tell her that everything in here was hers. I didn't want her to be shy about her exploring, the more she got used to her new surroundings the better. One problem however was that our rooms on my ship was different to the rooms on Coruscant. That would be a whole new place to get use to, but I would cross that bridge when I get there. We still had time before we jumped into hyper space and several hours in hyper space so I had plenty of time to think on it. That is, If I can keep my mind off my little one.

The second the Emperor left to get food I fell forward shoving my face into the cushions of the couch, I felt so embarrassed. First I blatantly touch and explore his hand but then my stomach growls.

After a few seconds of not being able to breath with my face shoved in the cushions I decide to get up and explore.

The room was very large, a king sized bed with now unmade blankets was right by the fireplace, the fireplace facing the foot of the bed with couches and and a coffee table on a carpet then went under both couches as well.

To the left of the fireplace was the door the Emperor left out of, it was very big but I guess it had to be considering how tall he was but the door was also really wide, about the width of two doors. to the right of the fireplace was another door, just as tall but only the width of one door.

I walk over, getting goosebumps immediately once my bare feet touch the cold metal. I walk over to the door and open it with the button panel on the side. It was a refresher with a door to the left. the fresher was pretty standard. It looked very clean and fancy. Like the main room it was mostly black. I assume that it was just his colour of choice but both rooms did have come colour. The sheets, pillows, carpet and towels in the freshen are a dark bloody red.

I go to the door on the left, it was a wardrobe, filled with all black clothes. the room wasn't very big but it didn't really need to be either, what scared me was the full set of armour at the end of the room. In my head it solidified the fact I was with the Emperor, without his suit it was easy to forget, seeing a living face and not an emotionless mask. the only clue that it was a person and not a droid being the sound of his breathing.

I could feel my tears well up, thinking about my parents again. The second I think fo their dead body's I feel like a fog has been lifted from my brain, Like I was remembering something I had forgotten for years.

I start to dry heave, not having anything in my stomach at the time, especially because I never got a chance to eat my lunch I packed. I feel my knees shake under me, threatening to give out any second.

I look up from the floor while I leaned against the door frame of the fresher. I feel my stomach drop. I never noticed it before. I don't know how I didn't, now that I see it its painful obvious its there. To the right of the bed it a window. The whole wall was the window but it was pitch black until I cared to actually look at it.

I slowly make my away out of the refresher, my hand over my mouth trying to ground myself and not throw up stomach acid.

before It just seemed like all the other black walls in the room, but now that I take a closer look it was a window. The sky was pitch black, like it was in the dead of night but now I could see little dots in random order all over. I walk closer, placing my hand on the window just to conform it was one.

I fall to my knees for the umpteenth time, fear racking thought my body as the realization hit me. I knew I wasn't home that much was obvious but know seeing the large never-ending expanse of stars that was space really hit me.

I wasn't home, I was with the emperor on a giant ship in the middle of space going maker knows where. I wasn't home, and I would probably never be able to go home again.

I crumple up into myself and sob uncontrollably. The tears seeming never ending as I cry my heart out.

As I walk down the hall to my little ones room I find myself more rushed then I normally would have.

I could feel my little ones distress, I pulled away for a few minutes getting distracted by my chefs incompetency and when I realize I had pulled away I gently eased myself back into her mind only to find her in pain.

She wasn't physically in pain, but her head was a mess of sorrow and trauma. I was a fool to leave her when she was still so emotanally fragile. Even more of a fool to be so carless as to pull away from her mind.

I couldn't get to our room fast enough, opening the door only for my heart to break a little. There on the floor leaning against the window was my poor little (Y/N) crying her little heart out.

She looked as broken as her mind felt. Huddled close to herself, her hand clenched tightly to her chest as her sobbed uncontrollably. Her cheeks and eyes red and puffy, her eyes shut so tightly that it looked like she would not open them again.

She didn't even seem to notice my presence yet, I quickly set her food down on the coffee table and rush over to her. I fall to my knees and wrap her in my arms pulling her into my lap. She was cold as ice despite the fire burning. She didn't even acknowledge my holding her, just sobbing in my chest as I hold her as close as I possibly could, slipping back into her mind in an attempt to ease her pain and her parents from her mind. It would be much harder now, she was focus on them, their faces, how they died.

My force signature was heavy in her mind, she seemed to notice what I was doing. Her parents slipping from her mind regardless of how hard she tried to hold on. Finally acknowledging me she pushed against me, her hands shoving on my chest trying to get out of my hold only for me to hold on to her tighter.

"Shhhhhh, little one. Relax, let me help you. I will make it stop hurting."

My voice was quiet and calm, my lips brushing her ear a little. I was happy to have her in my arms but this wasn't how I wanted it to happen.

Her hands where shaking, all of her was shaking really, trying to get away. She seemed to think that if she got out of my hold my hold on her mind would also leave.

"No- no let me go."

"Shhhhh, (Y/N) I need you to calm down. Let me help"

She pushes harder but I wouldn't let her go, not when my little one was in so much distress whether she wanted me to or not.

"No."

She was clearly adamant about not letting me hold her or help her so I guess I have to do this the hard way. It would be easier to work with her mind without any resistance anyway.

I sigh deeply, I didn't want to have to do this but it was my best option.

Before she could push on me again I grabbed both her wrists in one of my hands, she was so much smaller then me, her wrists where so small that my fingers overlapped as I held her.

My other hand shoved her face into my neck, holding her by the top of her neck and the bace of her skull. She struggled as hard as her little body could still shaking uncontrollably.

"Shhhhhhh, little one~. I promise by the time you wake up everything will be ok."

With that I force her to sleep with he force. She would wake up with a hell of a headache, her mind was so active and in distress, being forced to sleep wouldn't be pleasant.

I pick her up and tuck her back into bed. I look over at her forgotten food. She will be starving by the time she wakes up, I'll make sure some food is waiting for her when she wakes up.

I walk over to the fresher, It had been a long day for us all.

I figured have a few minutes to let her mind calm down and relax fully would be good before I go rooting around in there. I strip and have a shower. Enjoying the feeling of the water wash over me I allow myself to relax knowing my love was waiting for me in our bed.

I never thought I would love anyone the way I loved Padmé but my love for (Y/N) put all out time together to shame, I knew the second I saw her she would be mine. I had to have her and this time I would make sure nothing ever happened to her.

Once I was all dried off I put on some loose fitting pants and made my way to bed. I make my way under the blankets for behind her and pull her close to my chest. With the open back on her dress I could feel her skin pressed up against mine. It felt so good having her so close. My arms wrapped around her stomach holding her close.

I slowly reach my hand up to her forehead pressing it into my neck. I slowly start to work her parents from her mind, sealing away her thoughts and memory of her parents, making the memory of my taking her very foggy. I couldn't give her memory's that weren't hers but I could make sure she wouldn't think about them.

I take my time, if I went to fast her headache would be ten times worse when she wakes up, but already its going to be pretty bad. Messing with someones mind was never a comfortable thing for the victim.

I would give her some pain meds when she woke up too.

Once I was done and was sure she wouldn't remember anything I make sure the blanket was pulled up to her shoulders and tuck her close to my chest, intertwining our hands As I breath her in, finally able to relax with my little one safe in my arms.

Soon we would be home, and our new life would begin.

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[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Summary: Your brother fell to the dark side, now you must watch him die.

Warnings: Angst, death, fire, choking,

Did I miss some important parts of his and Padme's talk? Yeah, probably. Do I care? No.

But now, as you ran down to talk Anakin out of the dark side you realized, it was real.

~☆~

You begged for this to not be real. You pleaded with the air, hoping that you would wake up and everything would be normal.

Padme was crying, staring into the eyes of the man that she loved, only to realize that this was no longer her Anakin.

He caressed her, holding her as she too prayed this was a bad dream.

"Anakin, please, this isn't right!" You cried out, hoping that the man you considered a brother would finally show.

"I did this for the both of you." He revealed, smile on his face.

"You, Padme, and our child." He started, staring into her eyes. "And you, Y/N. Now we can all be together, rule the galaxy!"

He took both of you into his arms, pressing you into a suffocating hug. You and Padme made eye contact, tears were leaking from both of your eyes.

Padme pulled back, "You're breaking my heart," She swallowed. "You're going down a path I can't follow!"

"Because of Obi-Wan." Anakins demeanor changed. He was no longer proud of his victory. He was colder, his expression was harder.

"No because of what you've done, what you plan to do!" Padme cried. "Stop- stop now, come back!"

"I love you!"

"Liar!"

Padme was now holding her neck, and Anakins hand was raised towards her. Obi-Wan was yelling, you couldn't hear him, you couldn't hear a thing.

You knew Anakin was yelling but all you could focus on was Padme's unconscious body.

This was no longer Anakin.

You had heard the way he used to go on about Padme. You were the only one to know, the only one they trusted. Padme had rushed to you as soon as she found out she was pregnant, and you urged her to tell her husband, who was more than thrilled. It was all going so well. Things were finally going right in Anakins' life. His wife was pregnant, the war was ending, then.. Palpatine. Anakin was warned.

You looked back up and Anakin and Obi-Wan were gone....Oh Maker...No...

~☆~

You finally made it to Obi-Wan's side, falling down to your knees as you heard Anakin's wails of agony. You attempted to crawl down to where Anakin was writhing. However, your movements were stopped. Obi-Wan was holding you in place.

"You were the chosen one!" Obi-Wan yelled, pain leaking into his words.

"It was said that you would destroy the sith, not join them!" He cut himself off to breathe, "Bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness!"

Your screaming mixed into Anakins cries. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape the force.

Obi-Wan forced you to stand and pulled you a little further up the hill, stopping so that he could reach down and grab onto Anakins lightsaber.

"I HATE YOU!" Anakin yelled, still writhing in pain.

Obi-Wan stood staring at Anakin, taking in another breath.

"You were my brother Anakin!" He told the dying man, "I loved you."

Anakins screams got louder as flames engulfed his body, the lava finally reaching his cut-off legs. Obi-Wan had to look away, not being able to bear the sight before him. So instead, he looked at you, watching as you attempted to break from the invisible force holding you. He listened as you repeatedly pleaded out against the universe.

Obi-Wan lifted you from the ground again, this time holding you over his shoulder as you tried to reach out for Anakin, him doing the same for you.

"ANAKIN!" You screamed, tears rushing down your face. "NO, ANAKIN!"

You had to accept that Anakin was dead.

Your brother was dead.

~☆~

Or so you thought

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[drafthorsemath]

The Empire is a Cult

I’ve wanted to write about this for awhile and I guess The Bad Batch kicked that feeling into high gear. I started writing and kept going, so the grammar is probably not great.

Some context: I was raised in a cult.  I started the process of questioning and leaving in my mid to late twenties.  It took me four years of being a POMI (Physically Out of the cult, Mentally In) to really take the last step of leaving it behind me and becoming a POMO.  Since then I have learned a lot about cults and what happens to someone under undue influence. 

TW: mentions of a cult, physical abuse, mental abuse, death, undue influence

The Empire is a cult.  Whether we look at the BITE Model developed by Dr. Steve Hassan (https://freedomofmind.com/cult-mind-control/bite-model/) or the definition given by Dr. Janja Lalich (https://janjalalich.com/blog/definition-and-explanation-of-the-word-cult/), the Empire fits the definition. There is a charismatic leader who makes demands on their followers so that the followers must do as they are told or be expelled from the group.  In the case of the Empire that usually means death (all those Jedi that were killed under false pretenses, for instance) or indefinite servitude (Andor anyone?).  Cults control the behavior of members, the information they have access to, they make demands on the kind of thoughts members should have, and they make demands on the emotions that should be felt.  Cult leaders view their followers as resources to be depleted.  They often look for ways to point out imperfections (real or not) in their followers.  Anything that goes right is thanks to the glorious leader and anything that goes wrong, any bad feelings you have, that is all on your weakness as a follower.

And let’s get one thing straight.  Born in or not, no one joins a cult.  We might use this terminology, but really cults recruit people using lies, manipulation, and sometimes love-bombing.

The leader uses manipulation to get what they want, but they do not start out with the highest demands.  They work their way up to those demands.  For instance, Palpatine did not ask Anakin to murder the Jedi and join him immediately.  He spent a decade whispering doubts at Anakin, pretending to take him into his confidence so that Anakin would feel special, and built up trust.  At the end of Revenge of the Sith we see Anakin on his knees crying and saying he’ll do whatever Palp wants as long as he can help him save Padme.  This is a classic example of bounded choice.  A bounded choice is one that is made using only the information the person manipulating you wants you to know (part of information control).  Anakin believed the only way to save his wife was with Palpatine, and while we know that’s not true, Anakin’s choices are muddled with this undue influence.  Anakin makes his choice because he sees no other way.  Because, surprise, he’s in a cult now and Palpatine has constructed it this way.   Once he takes those first steps to turn to the dark side, he’s really in it now, so like most cult members (particularly those given leadership positions) he digs his heels in for years.

Often people like things to be black and white and that’s part of the appeal of cults actually!  They offer answers and it ends up being very us versus them.  Anakin isn’t totally evil or else he couldn’t be redeemed.  There is still good in him.  Yes, Anakin made a choice to join Sidious, but that choice was the result of manipulation.  It’s not cut and dry.  It was awful and lots of people died and the entire galaxy changed for the absolute worst, but ultimately Sidious was using Anakin just as he used anyone else he could.  (I’m not saying this totally absolves Anakin.  I’m just saying it’s complicated.)

Speaking of using people, let’s talk about the clones.  These precious individuals were created so that one man could start a war and he used them as if they were trash to be thrown out once they served their purpose. (Truly, I hate that guy.)  Literally created with chips in their head to control them and cause Order 66, The Bad Batch has given us a chance to see what they’re like when the chips are partially effective and then what the clones have to face when the chip comes out and they have to make a choice.  Obviously I’m thinking about Crosshair.  At this point (Season 2, Episode 5 has aired) we know that he believes his chip has been removed but we don’t know for sure if it has.  Did something happen after Bracca but before Ryloth?  Anyway, we know Crosshair’s chip was turned up to 11 in the beginning of Season 1 and then he goes after his brothers.  Even if his chip is removed at this point, he’s still stuck in the Empire and surrounded by that culty influence.  Even without a mind control chip, that does things to the human brain.

While Wrecker does eventually have to deal with his chip activating, his chip is removed in short order and the whole time he was surrounded by his brothers and sister.  It’s important to note that Crosshair spends relatively little time around his siblings after his chip activates on Kallar and from then on, he’s surrounded by the Empire.  Cults always, always, always separate their members from non-members.  They make you feel important while simultaneously giving zero shits about you.  The only thing the cult cares about is what you can do for them.  They will bleed you dry.  Literally the top leader of a cult will let the lower-level leaders do whatever they want as long as the cult isn’t imploding and the leader is thriving.  Shaming, punishments, physical violence, whatever, are all used by cults to various degrees to keep members in line while telling these same members that this abuse will make them stronger, is for the good of the group and, in many cases, ultimately good for mankind.  The Empire is no different.  Crosshair is initially surrounded by a bunch of clones saying yes to everything told to them, he’s immediately put in charge post Order 66 so feels he has some special status, and he doesn’t have anyone around him really disagreeing.  He’s later spending way too much time with Rampart who is a classic low-level cult leader and a shitty influence.  By the end of Season 1, we see Crosshair back with his siblings, trying to send Omega off world for her own good while trying to recruit his brothers.  Despite the Empire’s best efforts, Crosshair still cares about his family.  This is really the first time he gets to talk to his siblings for any real length of time since his chip was activated.  I am 0% surprised that he did not follow them off that platform after Tipoca City was destroyed.  He has his doubts about the Empire and he’s torn, but it’s still not enough to counter the undue influence he’s endured since Order 66.  Remember, he’s been saturated in the Empire’s messages and it’s hard to undo that quickly.

Hey this kind of thing happens to cult members a lot.  You make contact with someone outside the cult, someone you love and who cares about you and they can be the most open, kind, awesome, loving person toward you, and it’s still hard for you to take that step and walk away from the cult in that moment.  Most of us have to be able to sit with that knowledge for awhile.  In my case, I had spent the first 25 years of my life, that’s right, a quarter of a century, preparing for the end of the world.  We had a date, we knew the reasoning, we were certain, no questioning allowed, and then it didn’t happen.  And when it didn’t happen, I didn’t reach out to people outside the cult. I didn’t immediately wake up and drop all my beliefs because they were that engrained.  Cults can do this in relatively short order too.  You don’t have to spend 25 years in something to have those beliefs engrained.  According to cult expert Rachel Bernstein (https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/opening-the-cult-vault-w-kacey/id1373939526?i=1000595229657) even during positive interactions and interventions, it often takes cult members time to process what’s happened, to start to question, and then eventually leave if they are going to.  Like a good cult member, Crosshair waits 32 rotations for the Empire instead of getting on the ship with his family.  (Granted, he didn’t know he’d have to wait that long.)  Upon his return he is not allowed to be in charge by Season 2 Episode 3 and this is also a culty tactic - the Empire is so incredibly culty - because they’re trying to make him prove his loyalty again for practically no reason.  They are putting him on the defense in the relationship.  The Empire (like any cult) and its leaders must always be right and those who serve must have their loyalty questioned at least once in a while to keep them on their toes.  

Then we see Cody make some really pointed statements to Crosshair.  Cody is out and it’s important for a quietly questioning Crosshair to see that.  And can’t this guy get some lunch? He’s not sleeping.  Look, I know what it’s like to be alone in a group that claims to have all the answers. A group that only offers power to certain members once it sucks them in and then fucks over everyone else trapped in the cult.  I know what it’s like to be in a group that surrounds you by people serving the same purpose, and yet feeling so empty and lonely that you want to sob on the daily and worse.  Oh but you don’t have the energy to sob because you aren’t sleeping or eating.  And then there’s the letdown of things not being what you thought they would be hopefully followed by the immense work of trying to get out and rebuild your life. It’s a process.  

I’ll say this though: I am rooting for Crosshair.  I am cheering for him to have the courage to leave the Empire and reunite with his family.  Because it takes courage.  There is still good in Crosshair.  He still tries to protect his family in his own way.  He’s lost in a maze of lies, but that doesn’t mean he can’t come back.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #crosshair #crosshair tbb #anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #the empire is a cult #cult #commander cody

[antianakin]

And you know what pisses me off about Ahsoka Tano in the Siege of Mandalore arc? Is that she actually considered joining Maul’s crazy ass and that she actually bought into his inane anti-Jedi rant.

I actually kinda like that she considers it for a minute, because my most favorite version of Ahsoka is one who's also just teetering on the edge of darkness herself. Ahsoka listening to Maul talk about how the Republic is an Empire in everything but name and that it can't be saved, but that he alone can help her take out the Sith Lord anyway so long as she joins him, and she genuinely takes that very very seriously is arguably one of the most interesting things to happen to her since like season 4. I REALLY wish that the idea that she nearly joined a Sith Lord was something that was ever at any point followed up on, quite honestly.

Maul as Ahsoka's Palpatine just WORKS for me. Maul was the apprentice parallel back in TPM, both in opposition to Obi-Wan and foreshadowing what Anakin would eventually become. So for him to end up being sort-of Sith Master to Anakin's own apprentice just has a certain SYMMETRY to it.

I don't even hate that Ahsoka turns away from him specifically because he then mentions that they'd have to take out Anakin in the sense that Ahsoka is SUPER FUCKING ATTACHED to Anakin and this is something that's true within Rebels, as well. Ahsoka is RADICALLY attached to Anakin, to that relationship and the loyalty she feels she owes to him and his memory. And it's something that's absolutely THERE in TCW and Rebels, and it would've been a really interesting thing to explore in the Ahsoka show, the fact that she holds this attachment to him that's super unhealthy and that made it difficult for her to accept the truth about him. But they... didn't. And so instead of this kinda neat parallel where Ahsoka struggles with attachments just as much as Anakin did, we get this idea that her relationship to Anakin is what gives her the most strength, that it's the most positive thing to have ever happened to her, the only part of her life before the Empire she really remembers fondly at all (she does remember the Jedi more fondly in Rebels, but that's not there in the Ahsoka show where she explicitly calls them all failures).

And this is one of those things that frustrates me the MOST about Ahsoka's trajectory. There's so many times that they could've really explored Ahsoka's own darkness, her true struggles, and REALLY honed in on that to showcase not only the impact of things like the war and Order 66, but the impact of having had that relationship with Anakin at a foundational time in her life when Anakin was arguably at his WORST (before he became a literal nightmare genocide machine obviously). She's a gullible, malleable child put into a position where she has to have a lot of trust in Anakin and give him a lot of power over herself and Anakin is at a point in HIS life where he's giving into his darkness more and more. He's already someone who's massacred an entire village of innocent people, he's already a fascist who believes in MAKING people do what he wants, he's already a baby killer who feels no real remorse over it, he's already a massive racist who uses that prejudice to justify murdering people. He is selfish and he is greedy and he is losing his battle against his own darkness more and more to the point that he can be four bad days away from double genocide. I find it kind-of impossible to believe that that WOULDN'T have had an impact on how he trained Ahsoka and the way Ahsoka ultimately turned out.

But because the person writing Ahsoka is a fucking anti-Jedi Stanakin, what we get instead is a story that refuses to acknowledge Anakin was super dark at all and so refuses to really look at Ahsoka's OWN darkness at any point and mostly just justifies what Anakin did and the choices Ahsoka makes and her feelings about the Jedi as complete and utter failures because it helps fuel his agenda of making Ahsoka into The Greatest Jedi specifically because she was trained by The Greatest Jedi.

So, in a vacuum, I DO actually like that Ahsoka nearly joins Maul, and I even like that she ultimately refuses to do so specifically because of her attachment to Anakin causing her to be loyal to him over the possibility of getting more information about the Sith Lord. I think that that WORKS narratively and that it could've been a really interesting jumping off point for Ahsoka's character journey. But what I DON'T like is that this moment ended up turning into, as you mentioned, Ahsoka agreeing with the anti-Jedi sentiments and that her connection to Anakin is the better one because it's what allows her to reject darkness or whatever. I don't like that, I don't think it makes ANY sense, and it's boring. It makes her BORING and that's by far the worst criticism I can give any character.

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[ohyousillything]

I love the idea of Cody being anakin's superior officer. Like i know anakin is general, but the clones have the only real war training here, so Maybe Cody is like supervisor to generals with no experience.

I imagine Cody loathes anakin at first sight. He dislikes his brash Nature and the way he seems to have obiwan wrapped around his little finger. He hates that Rex worships anakin and that more often than not anakin's leadership choices end up with his vode in danger or injury, and that obi wan is just that tad bit more reckless when anakin is around. I see Cody as this inherently logical, practical guy, and anakin is the absolute opposite.

But i also picture Cody as a selfless, emphatetic person, and i think he wouldnt hold any of his own feelings against anakin. so he challenges anakin's every reckless plan with well Made strategies. He cuts into anakin's rash desicion making process and shows him how to weight odds and calculate risks. He makes him walk through every possible outcome before setting things in motion and teaches him how to deal with the fallout of a Bad desicion. He makes anakin walk through the aftermath of a battle, tend to the wounded, learn about wasted economies and hunger and the pain of civilians in destroyer worlds and helps anakin reach into the part of himself that understands all that, helps him work through his anger and negative Feelings by helping others, running relief missions, doing papaework. Because anakin was a tatooine slave, he knows about pain and poverty, so Cody makes him help people in menial missions between battle and it helps him connect with himself and his past experiences.

Anakin likes Cody Because he takes no shit from anyone and Because he never lets up, even when anakin is a brat or when he blows up after a failed mission. Where the Jedi would give him a lecture about cotrolling his Feelings and the darkside, where obi wan would look at him with dissapointment and guilt, Cody just raises an eyebrow and dares him to do better next time. And so anakin tries harder next time, and he does better.

and maybe they Bond over shared experiences of being belittled, of being treated as less than a person, and over their shared love of obi wan. And maybe anakin learns that having Feelings is ok, so long as You don't let them get in the way of being a good person.

Maybe Cody tells anakin about how the fear of losing his vode is a part of himself, but he never lets it drive him. Maybe he teaches anakin the recitation he says every night, where he lists all his vode that now march the stars. And maybe anakin tells Cody about shmi and about his dreams, and maybe Cody ads her to his list, and they start saying it together. Maybe anakin learns how to grieve without loss becoming a festering wound.

Maybe when he starts dreaming of padme's death he tells Cody first, and maybe Cody actually listens, seeing as the kid's dreams have come true before. Maybe its Cody anakin goes to, when the order makes him spy on palpatine. And maybe Cody tells him about his doubts regarding the Republic and the Chancellor, and maybe anakin listens. And maybe it's Cody anakin calls first, when palpatine reveals himself, and maybe Cody listens to him and trusts him, and they make a plan, they filter the info to obi wan and other Jedi through the vode. Maybe it helps them ride out order 66.

Maybe people still die and things Go to shit, but at least anakin has someone in his corner that gives less than two fucks about the force or the darkside, and who trusts him Because he's anakin and not Because he's the chosen one or whatever, someone who understands, and that helps him make better choices.

Cody's just a good guy doing his job and doing it well, and if that means he has to become a father figure to a guy 10+ years older than himself then so be it. And maybe a bunch of random acts of kindness make the galaxy a better place.

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[sharpestasp]

FemFebruary: Padmé Amidala

Padmé Amidala. Two time elected queen of Naboo. Shouted down an attempt to let her serve more per some Legends sources. Has a bevy of Handmaidens who are trained to stand in for her, and basically have the full repertoire of skills she has, to some degree or other.

Fourteen years old when her planet was invaded.

Twenty-four years old when the galaxy falls to war.

Twenty-seven or twenty-eight at the time of her death. Murdered, IMHO, by Palpatine stealing her life force to raise up Darth Vader as a mechanical monster.

Mother of Leia and Luke, biologically. (Leia has a mother, it is Breha, and I stand by this.)

Firstly, I hate the condensed time line the prequels gave us, and the fact that Leia remembers her very sad mother in the original trilogy, but we're supposed to accept that it is a birth memory only. Secondly, not enough Sabé on screen with her after the first movie.

Moving on.

I actually love the idea of a council of elders led by a very young but willful person in a democratic monarchy. That made me honestly happy to think about, because the elders lay out the case, and the young person applies fresh eyes and IMAGINATION to the outcomes, then the elders rebut, with a solution hammered out between them.

When the system works correctly, anyway.

Also, in theory, the way the system was set up, it would be hard for a catspaw to make it all the way to the top, I think.

Padmé, as the first version of this we see, seems like a very tough act to follow. Yet the other queens show they followed in her footsteps on resisting as they could, being killed for it, etc…

Her revealing moment in TPM made me actually squee out loud, because THAT? That is how you start mending fences with a maligned colonial-displaced people. The Gungans are native, the humans are not. Her abasing herself in front of her own people AND revealing the secret of the royal handmaiden shuffle was exceptional.

Too bad the Empire undid the gains that were made after that…

I wasn't sold on the relationship as presented on screen, and cutting the family scene on Naboo is a big part of that. It revealed that Padmé had been following Anakin's career at a distance, and that her fondness for the boy had been morphing into a crush on an unattainable.

Then again, the cutting room floor swallowed a few of her key moments. She is the literal mother of the Rebellion. She was pushing Bail and Mon. She was questioning. In that, I think the TCW cartoon did her more justice, as it is far more clear there that she didn't just wake up one day and buck against Palpatine. She'd been fighting against the war before it began, and never STOPPED.

"Lost the will to live" is the stupidest thing, and GL was a male dumbass to take his own personal fear/near tragedy and project it in this moment. Should have stuck to the original 'tried to kill Vader on Mustafar' plot point.

If Force Ghosts were a thing that happened for strong willed people in general, she'd be one.

#star wars #padme amidala

[brujitaadinbo]

I come with every intention of writing and spoilers: this requires a lot of text but, sorry… it's an interesting read.

I've seen a lot of people complain about SW and their way of doing things; I've seen people complain about The Mandalorian and say; At what point did it become children's content?

Well, as I tell you, since season 1 this content has always turned out to be family content.

Now the people who say this; It is because it is alienated that SW does not vary; when practically the SW material is pure fantasy and there is material for everyone, of all colors and flavors. The Mandalorian cannot be pigeonholed solely into violence; friend, then you have not understood anything about this universe.

See Star Wars and everything Geroge, Filoni and Jon have been working on with a whole creative team, etc, etc. is to enter that world to which they took you "the never ending story", "the labyrinth", "Dragon Heart", "Merlin" and I can continue… magical worlds, where hope resides everywhere, where love It is an important point because despite not being able to see it, it becomes part of this environment and expresses itself in mysterious ways (yes, like strength). That is why pigeonholing SW solely in violence is taking away a vital part of its narrative, it is as if the conflicts in its different aspects were not shown; or wanting to remove something very substantial that although species from other worlds are shown; They have something that unites them with everything. "The feelings, the emotions, the humanity that exists in these aspects"

Friend, believe me, when you only get stuck in violence and don't want to look at something else; The problem is you and maybe SW is not the content you need. And hey; I'm not saying that you have to accept everything, but definitely criticizing just to criticize, hating just to hate is ridiculous and pathetic. Taking SW or the Mandalorian as entertainment after a difficult day is not bad at all. But now you want to take this as a personal vent, project yourself, harass and be an infernal hater, sorry but that's disgusting.

And believe me; That violence that you ask for so much is desensitizing you, it makes you someone who loses the notion of how you can harm others and there are people like me; who lives in violent countries, where your life is at stake every 5 minutes, that the only thing we want is to stop experiencing this violence and live fantasy and hope. So stop messing around, okay.

At the end of the day your requests are like: "You want a good development for Din Djarin, but you don't want him to associate with anyone, you want to pigeonhole him into a life in the countryside with a secondary character, You want him to continue in a dangerous profession that "no It leaves nothing good for him or his green boy, you complain about everything and it doesn't seem like anything to you.” Please; It's very obvious that you didn't watch the series and don't understand Din's development. stop fucking around.

A few days ago I was watching episode 3 and I'm going to say this; Anakin is a great character, he is a villain through and through, but all this grew like a snowball. They lost Anakin and he was already lost, Palpatine knew how to play his pieces. In the entire world of SW it is difficult to pigeonhole the characters because; The decisions are the ones that weigh the most. All SW characters have an Anakin within them, they all carry a complex and a mourning of their being; a good being or a bad being. Doing what is right or wrong is a struggle of ethics and morals.

Anakin was an enslaved child and grew up with this complex, remaining a slave due to his attachments until his death. Their actions do not have to be justified, but they do need to be understood and exposed. At the end of the day in this universe Who has not stained their hands with mud or blood to fight for something? Who hasn't had to ignore innocent people to preserve an idea or a fight? Who hasn't had to give in to the bad orders of others to save their people?

When I see people judging Bo Katan, for example; for being a terrorist in her past or for her wrong actions and them using this as a reason for Din not to be around her; I say to you.. How low and dirty do they have to be to use a person's past, in this case a character, and judge them and not allow them to redeem themselves?

Si Din let Bo Katan redeem himself this season 3 Who do you think you are to not allow it?

It hurts me a lot to see Anakin get lost and to see that here they showed us what love is. but they also show us "it's the right person at the wrong time"

Padme could fight hard but her own worries and Anakin's attitudes were driving them apart.

When Anakin is tempted to turn to the dark side to gain power and knowledge, he gives in to his attachment to Padme, his fear, and gives in to the temptation. And for example in the mandalorian from season 1 We can see how temptation tried to envelop Din Djarin so that he would leave the creed.

Many people believe that this scene with Omera was "romantic" which it was not so; This series was representative of that TEMPTATION that Din could have fallen into. It's a symbolic scene of how Din was able to abandon the creed, stop being a Mandalorian, settle down and live in a remote place. EVEN when he mentions to Omera that his main goal was to honor Mandalorian culture, which saved him from the droids. SHE tries to take off his helmet if he allows it, invasively, as a temptation. THE CLEAR THING was that he NEVER fell into temptation.

Din clearly tells him "I don't belong here."

Because many say “I wanted a quiet life with her.” I say; Since he did not agree to stay and preferred the creed and remain Mandalorian, develop his character, surround himself with other people, adopt Grogu and recover his planet together with Bo Katan, I tell you HE preferred a Mandalorian life and his lifestyle and culture may be anything but "a quiet lifestyle."

Now when they say "Bo katan is a liar, a villain" it's because they didn't understand any point I mentioned. All SW characters have had to make difficult decisions, Bo Katan has been more oriented towards being an Anti-hero. And I don't justify her but it is understood and her points of view are expressed, about why she acted that way.

Since season 2 he could have killed or betrayed Din and taken his saber, in season 3 he had all the time and opportunities to do so. AND IT NEVER HAPPENS…

And it is more than clear that she had a very peculiar interest in him, that she protected him in some way.

Always saving him, even in chapter Plazir 15, she saves him from the separatist droids just when he shows rejection towards politicians. A clear nod to the fact that she does not fall for opulence or power, she simply wants to right her wrongs and bring glory to Mandalore, so that her people have their home.

Saying that Bo Katan "didn't redeem himself because he didn't do anything" Sorry, but living with a tormented conscience, with memory and constant regret. This season 3 Brendan Wayne himself says it in a podcast where he is a guest: "Din wanted to get Bo Katan out of that depression of that cloudy cloud of thoughts and knock her out with his own feelings, it was like he was talking to my wife"

I uploaded that interview and you can find it on my wall, I don't lie like SCREENRANT, they love to lie.

I don't want to go into more detail but I'm going to close this post with this.

Let's assume Din and Bo don't want anything romantic, okay. then at least allow them to be comrades in arms; It doesn't take anything away from them, on the contrary it gives them both a lot. Both Din with his own qualities can support Bo and vice versa. So why separate them if in the end, they are just friends?

And if it turns out that there are feelings and love between the two IT ALSO doesn't take anything away from them and yes, it contributes to them.

Star Wars is a galactic opera and I repeat; Taking away love just because you are a bitter person is taking away one of its main foundations.

The Mandalorians would be another very peculiar, interesting and unique perspective on love, if they let this union flow. Because it wouldn't be the typical cliché

We would see Din and Bo fighting together, sharing moments, weapons, tactics, in the middle of a battle, a show of affection, a hug, something very human, holding hands, fighting together, sharing plans, exchanging ideas and even A Keldabe kiss..

I and many see potential, at least in this shipment there is a lot of material to refute this couple; and I'm completely in the group that wants to keep them together.

This is the way.

#the mandalorian #star wars #lucasfilm #dinbo #bo katan kryze #din djarin #bo katan x din #bokadin #this is the way #din x bo #clandetres #enemies to lovers #loveislove #clan of three #family

[jedi-enthusiast]

Me? Making another Hazbin post on my Star Wars blog? It's more likely than you think.

Tbh I'm probably just gonna post all my fandom stuff on this blog instead of limiting myself to having to post on separate blogs, which means I may or may not change my username, but anyways-

Getting back to the point, I can't believe I'm actually going to make a post defending people for liking Valentino, of all people, and also---apparently---Stanakins and anti-Jedi people, but here I am and here I go!

JUST LET PEOPLE LIKE VILLAINS, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!

I just got on TikTok- (which, yeah, always hosts the most rancid discourse, so I'm not exactly surprised) -to see that someone made a video basically saying- "if you like Valentino at all and don't just hate him, then you're bad/crazy/a horrible person/etc." -and like...y'all have got to get past this whole- "liking this fictional thing = excusing it irl" -because it's really fucking weird and it can lead to some very bad places.

This actually ties into two of my Star Wars posts, the one where I explain why I call out most anti-Jedi arguments as antisemitic and the one where I explain why you don't have to justify a villains actions to like them- (I can't find that post, it's too far back on my blog 😭).

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For the first one, the overall point of it was that I'm not saying that people who hate the Jedi are horrible people, or that liking someone like Anakin or Dooku or Palpatine makes you a terrible person, but that, firstly, yeah I'm gonna defend the Jedi and get passionate about it when someone comes onto my blog to argue with me about how "they were the REAL bad guys" but also---and what actually pertains to this post---that people are allowed to hate the Jedi and love the villains, so long as they're not perpetuating harmful bigoted rhetoric.

People want to hate the Jedi? People think they were arrogant and should've let people get married? People think they were emotionally stunted and "didn't let people love?"

Fine, whatever, if those ideas make you enjoy Star Wars more, then believe whatever you want!

People say that the Jedi- (who again, are based on Jewish and Buddhist culture) -"deserved their genocide?" People say that they "kidnapped kids?" People say that they "needed to be wiped out by Anakin because they had lost their way" and other such things that are literally taken verbatim from antisemitism 101?

That's where I take issue, because then you're just perpetuating bigoted beliefs about a culture based on the culture those beliefs are literally used against, only it's acceptable because it's popular to do so.

In that post I used the example of the difference between shipping a problematic ship, calling a fictional serial killer "babygirl," and writing about dark topics vs. the "angry black man" stereotype and the "cheating bisexual" stereotype. Something that doesn't cause harm vs. something that does cause harm.

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For the second, my point was mainly that people are just allowed to like villains and they shouldn't be judged for that, and the characters shouldn't be changed- (whether in the actual media or in fandom) -to make them "actually a good person" so that fandom purists find it "acceptable" for people to like them.

People don't have to "justify" liking a villain or only like the good palatable characters, and it's ridiculous to expect them to do so.

If someone likes Anakin? Likes Dooku? Maul? Palpatine? Tarkin? Thrawn?

Cool! Great! I'm glad they've found characters that they enjoy and find interesting, that's part of what makes being apart of fandom so fun! And they don't have to justify those characters' actions, just to be "allowed" to like them.

The Jedi don't have to be "the REAL bad guys," the Rebels and Republic don't have to be "just as bad," the Empire doesn't have to be good...people are, in fact, just allowed to like the bad guys and that doesn't make them terrible people.

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So yeah, my point here?

Is Valentino an abuser? A manipulative, toxic, asshole? A literal fucking pimp that treats his contractees like shit and takes advantage of them? Is he a heinous person and nothing short of a villain?

Absolutely!

But people are allowed to like his character design, or find his character interesting, or enjoy how he interacts with the other Vees, or whatever people find enjoyable about his character---because liking a fictional character does not equate to excusing their actions.

By all means, if people start saying that Valentino is "a good person actually" or start victim blaming Angel Dust, tear em apart! Have at it!

But, until then, y'all just have to accept that not everyone is going to have the same opinions as you on characters or have "totally pure fandom beliefs." Because perpetuating that sort of purity culture around fandom is how we get people justify villains and victim blaming, because y'all won't just leave people be about liking the bad guys.

Just get over yourselves and don't make me have to explain this shit again, for fuck's sake.

#hazbin hotel #valentino #star wars #fandom wank #fandom meta #fandom

[dokoni-mo]

Koi No Yokan || Darth Vader x GN! Reader (Chapter Four)

summary: you are invited back home with him.

SFW

word count: 3693

warnings: cursing, emotional distress, fear tactics, allusions to unhealthy parent-child relationships, mentions of canon-typical violence, palpatine being palpatine, slight fluff

chapters tune // youtube version

a/n: hello all welcome back to chapter four!! this is actually my 1000th post so YAYYY FOR THAT!! as always, taglist is open for anyone and everyone!! enjoy!!! also i hope everyone enjoyed watching stranger things today!

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Although it had been a few days since he returned to the Executor, you still had yet to see your fiancé for more than a brief second. And you absolutely hated it.

You knew he was a busy man. You had accepted this weeks ago. But that was also when you got to see him more often. It was a rare period for Lord Vader in that he didn't have any off-world assignments given to him by his master. Whether this was because of your arrival to the Empirical craft, or rather just because there was no assignments to be had, you didn't know. And more so, you didn't care. You appreciated having so much time to spend with the sith lord. You made an effort to do so as much as possible.

But that period seemed to have come to a grinding halt. He was far more occupied than he had been before. To the point where he couldn't even spare a fleeting moment for you.

It made you sad.

You missed him before while he was away on his last assignment, but now? It seemed as if that feeling were amplified by a factor of ten. Perhaps it was because this time, you knew he was just so out of your grasp. He was present, but not in reach. Commander Spade was good company when he was around to guard you, but you missed him. You missed your fiancé.

And there was absolutely nothing that you could do about it.

That was probably the thing that made you feel the worst. You weren't able to control his schedule, as much as you wanted to. Perhaps you were a bit selfish for that. You knew that he had a lot of people to manage; people as well as things. If it were up to you, you would be spending nearly the entire day with him. In conjunction, that would also mean that he would need to neglect his duties to do so. Maybe that was selfish of you to think. You found it hard to feel bad about it, though. You missed your fiancé that much.

And that was probably the most normal thing about you and his relationship.

In the time that he was gone, you had taken more walks around the Executor than you could count. Although the spacecraft was very vast and expansive, it got boring rather quickly. There was only so many times that you could walk down the same drab, grey walls without it becoming old. And became old it did. So although you were excruciatingly bored, you consigned yourself to your room, wrapped up in your blankets with your holopad in front of you. The device was projecting a news briefing in front your tired, lazy eyes, your cheek pressed into your palm as you absent-mindedly watched the reporters drone on about some political bullshit. It made you sigh through your nose as you rubbed your eyes with your thumb, pointer, and middle finger.

God fucking damn was the Empire boring. And he had to deal with this every day? Granted, he did have a job, but what about when he wasn't working that job? What did he do when he was all alone at night, alone in his quarters? He was a trooper for enduring this for so long, if he was just as painfully sick of it all as you were. And hell, you hadn't even been there that terribly long of a time; only about three months.

How the hell did he do it?

Before you had time to process that question to fruition, you heard a faint, soft beeping upon the nightstand in your quarters. You turned off your holopad once you heard the noise, trying your best to deduce what it was. Unable to figure it out based off sound alone, you turned your head to the source, looking over your shoulder as you pushed your torso off of the bed. Your lips gently parted as you found the source of the beeps; coming from a device that you had long since forgotten about during your long stay on the Executor.

Your holoprojector. Given to you by your parents before you left.

Pushing the bundle of blankets off of your person, you swung your legs over to the opposite end of the bed, letting them dangle off of the edge as you sat up straight. You stared for a moment as the device as it continued to beep and buzz for your attention. A small frown forming on your face, you refused to give in to it just yet. You weren't sure if you wanted to answer or not. You knew who was on the other end.

While it did turn out that you did like your fiancé, you still found it hard to forgive them for what they had done. What if it didn't turn out in your favor? What if when you went to make your deal with Vader, he just grabbed your hand and plunged his saber right into your chest like it was nothing? He was fully capable of doing that, and if they claimed anything different, they were wrong. They knew the danger of it all, yet chose to give you away anyway.

It was only luck that you were alive to see their call now.

But, at the same time, you couldn't help but feel bad. What if they were truly worried about you? Even if it was too little too late (since you could have very well been dead long ago), at least they did still want to check in on you, right? At least they were trying, right?

You let out a long sigh through your nose as you reached for the device, holding it in your palm as you tried to comb through you scruffy hair with the other hand.

You hoped that you wouldn't regret this.

Pressing the button on the side of the holoprojector to accept the transmission, you tried to put on your best smile as you saw the glowing, blue images of your mother and father. Unsurprisingly, they didn't look as if they had changed much. You did notice how their outfits weren't as extravagant as they had previously been, but you predicted as such before. You knew that they would try and fit in with the Empire as best as they could, while also trying to maintain their own sense of flair. They seemed happy to see you, but even more happy that you had even picked up in the first place. Whether this was because they were worried that you were dead, or because they didn't think you would answer? You didn't know. And you didn't care. They got what they wanted, now it was time to just try and make this quick.

"(Y/N)!" your father exclaimed, a slight laugh in his voice, "It's about time we get a hold of you!"

"How have you been, dear?" your mother asked, chiming in, "Is the Empire treating you well?"

"Ohh," you begun to say, placing your holoprojector on your nightstand so you didn't have to hold it as long, "Yeah, they're treating me fine. It's really boring here, but I haven't died. So, that's a plus."

Your father tried to give you a laugh, even though he knew you were being serious.

"And what of your fiancé?" your mother continued, "How is he? And how are you finding him?"

You took a brief pause to collect your thoughts. You remembered back to all the times that he had come to visit you, as well as the times you went to visit him. Even as stoic and unexpressive he was, he never failed to make you laugh at least once, even if he wasn't trying to. You felt open around him. You noticed the way you smiled at him, and how much you loved the feeling of those gloves on your skin. You weren't stupid.

"It took a little convincing," you said, "but I think I got through to him. I like his company, and he seems to like mine, so... I actually really like him. He's... interesting."

Your father let out a loud, hearty laugh, making you reach over to the holoprojector to turn down the volume, "See? I told you it would work out, (Y/N)!"

You rolled your eyes with a small smile, "Yeah, yeah, well, it still wasn't a good idea to begin with. It could've gone a lot differently. Vader's nice to me, but not many other people, and it helps that I'm his fiancé."

"And how are you feeling now going forward? With the wedding?" your mother asked, making you let out a long breath through your nose.

"A lot better, that's for sure." You said, "Do we even have a date for it yet? He hasn't said anything about it, or the Emperor."

"That's actually why we've contacted you, dear." Your mother explained, "We wanted to invite both you and Lord Vader here back home to discuss the terms of your union. Just things like venue, guests, the date; things like that. And the more political things of course."

You pulled your gaze away from the projections of your parents for a breif moment, crossing your arms over your chest as you shifted in your seat, "I mean... It would be nice to go home, but he's really busy right now, and-"

"It will only be for a short while," your mother interjected, lifting a hand, "A few days at maximum. We've been in contact with His Excellency as well, and he is in agreement that it would be a wise course of action to proceed with the wedding."

You let out another long, drawn-out breath through your nose as you hugged your arms tighter to your chest as your gaze fell away to the side. As much as you did want some time away from the Empire, you also didn't want to bother him. You missed him greatly, you really did, but you didn't want him to be burdened by any of this. You knew he must be stressed already with all the things that had been pushed on his plate recently, if it was enough from hindering him from spending time with you. And you didn't want to be the one that gave him too much.

But yet, maybe this would be good for him. Perhaps a break away from all of the hustle-and bustle of the Empire would be good for him. Hell, even you knew your home planet was beautiful. It was a known tourist and vacation-leisure destination for many wealthy individuals. Maybe going back home for a few days would be like a vacation for him. The thought of that made you wonder the last time he ever had a vacation. Rather, if there even was a last time.

You felt torn. You could see your fiancé reacting in either scenario, and it make you unsettled. No matter how hard you tried to piece together his most-likely reaction to this all, you couldn't. It made you a little frustrated. Perhaps more than a little. Mostly because your parents were never the type to take no for an answer when it came to grandiosity such as this. You knew they wanted at least a passible answer, then and now.

Even still, you weren't going to just answer for him. Although it would likely mean that you would disappoint your parents, you weren't going to put any words in his mouth. This union as your parents put it was between both you and him, not just you trying to appease your parents. And you had promised him that you would honor that.

You shook on it. And you never broke a promise like that.

Reaching down once again to the holoprojector on your tableside, you flashed your parents the best smile you could muster before switching the device off and ending the transmission.

"I'll ask him, okay?" you said, "Keep the channel open. I'll tell you guys what he says."

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As more and more days passed by where he wasn't able to see you, Lord Vader could feel himself growing more frustrated and impatient. More so than usual, that was. Moreso, the sith was disappointed in himself. Before he had departed for his last assignment, he made a promise to you that he would return as soon as possible. While he did return so to speak, he didn't return where neither he nor you wanted him to be.

By your side.

Instead, it was seemingly the moment that Lord Vader returned to the Executor, he was bombarded by task after task. Some of which even he found ridiculous that he had to deal with. He never knew he would be needed in so many trivial matters before, yet here he was. Tending to every problem like he was some sort of housemaid. It made him pissed.

And pissed he was.

Everyone in that meeting room could sense just how displeased the dark lord was, even without the aid of sensing it through the force. Lord Vader's entire person dripped with agitation as he sat at the head of the long, dark-grey, marble table, his strong arms crossed over his broad chest. The officers that sat in the other chairs were nearly sweating in their uniforms, trying to act as natural as possible as they listened to the leading officer drone on about god knows what. Lord Vader could tell that their attention was elsewhere, but made no effort to scold them or threaten them back into compliance. In fact, he found it hard to blame them. Since his mind was on other matters as well.

Vader missed you. He really, really missed you. And even though he knew you were just around the corner at the other end of the Executor waiting for him, he still missed you. Letting his thoughts stray, the sith found himself remembering what Commander Spade had said to him a few days prior in that Empirical base. The trooper had told him to cherish you. Because you were worth the extra mile that you so graciously gave to the dark lord. Even when you didn't have to. Although Spade wasn't in a position to give Lord Vader order's, the trooper was right. You didn't see that very often in the Galaxy now-adays. Hell, the last time Vader had seen it himself was years ago, in his old life. In her.

The two of you had been very similar in that regard. And perhaps that's the reason why when he looked at you, and saw that gorgeous smile of yours...

He felt the same way as he did back then around her.

Before the dark lord had any more time to ponder you and the past, he could sense a presence drawing closer behind him. Turning his mask slightly to the side, Lord Vader was greeted with the familiar sight of Commander Spade, the trooper's blaster held tightly to his chest. Spade had not been permitted to enter the room unless absolutely necessary, so the sith's interest was piqued. This interest was carried out as Spade leaned down close to the dark lord, trying his best to keep his voice low through the speaker in his white helmet as he spoke to Lord Vader.

"My lord," Spade muttered out, trying still to remain quiet, "I'm sorry about the intrusion, but your fiancé is outside. Looking for you."

Lord Vader felt his shoulders stiffen beneath his armor. You were outside? Had you missed him that much to go and seek him out like this? If that were the case, he felt a little bad.

"This briefing seems it shall be concluding soon." The dark lord said in response, trying his best to remain as quiet as he could through his voice modulator, "Tell (Y/N) to wait. I will be done shortly."

"It sounds like it's kinda important, my lord." Spade muttered his response, "(Y/N) is a bit... worked up."

The dark lord could feel how his shoulders stiffened underneath his armor. You were worked up? Vader didn't want you to be upset. But what could you have been upset about? Just that he hasn't been around you in a while? It didn't matter to him. You were in need, and he was the one that had what you were looking for. And who was he to deny you peace of mind?

The sith gave the Commander a nod to see him off. Once spade had went to fetch you from outside, Lord Vader rose from his seated position, placing his hands upon his belt. The room went deathly quiet as everyone's gaze shifted over to the sith, fear most prevalent in their curious eyes. The officer who was speaking slowly mumbled quieter and quieter as he looked at Lord Vader, leaving the room in utter silence, aide from the echo of the sith's respirator.

"We are done here." the dark lord spoke, the baritone in his voice sharp and firm, "Leave. All of you."

The other men in the room made no attempt to move. Instead, they all settled with giving each other nervous glances at one another, each one more scared to move than the last. Eventually, the officer who was speaking decided to chime in, his voice quivering as he did so.

"Um, sir, b-but I..." he mumbled out, "I wasn't finished..."

Without another word, the dark lord simply tilted his head to the side at the young officer's words. As he did so, he repositioned his hands on his belt, making sure that the fabric of his cape moved to the side to flash the metal of the saber that hung near his hip. Without Lord Vader needing to say a word, the officer as well as the others in the room quickly got the hint. All of them shuffling awkwardly at once, they collected their things and left the room one by one, not daring to say another word as they left.

Pitiful.

It took a moment for everyone to leave the room, and Lord Vader found himself pleased when the last man exited the room, leaving the sith to himself. The sound of his respirator was much louder than it was before, ricocheting off the walls much easier without the bodies of other men in the way. The dark lord stood there in front of the door as he waited for you to come in, finding himself feeling rather concerned about it all. Vader didn't want to see you upset. He didn't intend to make you upset, yet he felt guilty that he potentially had. Yes, even though it wasn't his fault that he got so swamped with so many tasks, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret to making you go to such lengths to see him. He knew that you didn't like to cause such a scene. And for you to cause one because of whatever this was?

He knew it had to be important. He only hoped that he was capable of helping you through it.

After a brief moment of solitude for the sith lord had elapsed, the doors to the meeting room swished open, disappearing into the walls of its frame. In the middle of the two doors was you, a look of worry and concern on your face. The dark lord could feel a twinge of regret bubble deep inside of him as his mask pointed down to you. His breath hitched in his respirator as he saw that look in your eyes. He wasn't used to seeing you in such a way. Normally, when you were around him, you were happy. You always had a smile.

Was this his doing? It was, wasn't it?

He had to fix this. No matter what.

"(Y/N)," he rumbled to you, "I apologize that you had to resort to such measures to have my company. I did not intend-"

Before the dark lord could finish, he was cut off rather abruptly. Without warning, you had done a light jog over to him, the doors behind you closing without your presence nearby. Your arms had extended outwards, and you crashed yourself into the sith's large, taunt chest. The sudden impact made him take a small step backward as you leaned your weight into him, your arms wrapping around his torso and back. Your head was rested right overtop of the panel of buttons on his stomach, and your hands were balling at the fabric of his cape behind him. Your arms squeezed tightly around him as his hands hovered above your smaller frame, unsure where to rest themselves as he was trapped in your embrace.

"I missed you." You muttered out to him, your head nuzzled against the bottom of his shoulder armor, "I missed you so much."

The dark lord found himself frozen as he looked down at the top of your head. It had been a long, long time since anyone had touched him in such a matter. Since anyone had hugged him. He should've hated it. If he were to stick to the script that he had been forcibly given, he should have pushed you off and killed you right then and there for daring to do such a thing. At the very least, he should act like he was disgusted by your actions.

But yet, he found that he couldn't. He didn't want to do anything of the sort.

It was a pleasant surprise, but Lord Vader found himself... enjoying your embrace. Your smaller body was warm, enough to where he could feel it through all the layers he wore. Despite being so much physically weaker to him, your arms around him clutched onto his person like grim death. He wasn't sure that even the usage of the force could have pried you off of him. And the way you had spoken to him. He heard that tone in your voice, how exasperated you were to see him; how relieved you were. These facts all culminated together to tell the dark lord two very important things:

That you in fact had missed him, and that you cared.

It had been a long time since Lord Vader had been embraced in such a way. And even longer since someone cared for him like that.

It was an old feeling he rather enjoyed.

Slowly, and without much in the realm of confidence, the sith's arms lowered themselves onto you. One was draped across your back, while the other found it's home snaked around your waist. Vader even went as far as to squeeze onto you back, pulling you somewhat closer to his chest. After a brief moment of contemplation, the sith even decided to rest his armored head over top your own, careful not to put the full weight of it on you to spare you of being crushed.

He found it relaxing to hold you in such a way. Vader felt as if while he was holding you there, in the emptiness of that room, that nothing could ever bother him again. Having his fiancé close to him felt right. Natural, even. And because of that, Lord Vader was...

Happy.

"I missed you as well, (Y/N)." he responded to you, a touch later than what he would have hoped for. After a moment longer of holding you close to him, the dark lord was reminded of why you had come here in the first place. Slowly, he pulled away from you, and you did the same, looking up at the lenses of his mask. You had a small smile on your face now, but Vader could still see how troubled you were in your eyes. The sith lifted up his hands and placed them on your shoulders, the size of his palms nearly swallowing each joint. Your hands came to settle upon his chest, your fingers gently tapping at the edge of the metal on his panel of buttons.

"I'm sorry I had to come here like this." you said, "I just didn't know when I'd see you next, and I'm sorry if I cut off anything important, and-"

"There is no need for all this worrying, (Y/N)." Vader explained to you, cutting you off before you could babble on some more, "This meeting was nothing of grave importance. It was nothing I could not adjourn for your sake."

Vader could feel how you relaxed against his touch at his words, your little smile widening as the worry escaped your gaze.

"Now," he continued, removing his hands to place them on his belt, "Do you wish to tell me what is troubling you?"

You let out a sigh as you crossed your arms over your chest, "It's just... My mom and dad. They contacted me today."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, well, just hold on, there's more than that. But before I say anything, please know that I'm not trying to give you more trouble, I just wanted to come here and-"

"(Y/N)."

"Right... Right, I'm sorry. It's just..." you trailed off, "My mom and dad. They contacted me asking if we wanted to go visit them on my home planet. They wanna discuss the proceedings with our, erm... our wedding. That and other boring politics stuff. And I just wanted to ask you before I made a decision. I know you got a lot on your plate right now. I can tell them no if you want me to, it's no big deal."

Vader stared down at you for a good, long few seconds. You never really talked about your family life. Nor tried to pry too much into his eventual union with you. So that's why this was so important to you. It was two very touchy subjects for you, and you wanted comfort in his words. Which, in all honesty surprised the dark lord. He knew you were more than capable of handling all this on your own. If you didn't want to, you wouldn't have come to him for this.

But you did. For both his sake, and yours. Like a good fiancé would.

Clever, clever little you.

Vader also figured it was about time to discuss proceedings with the wedding. It had been a few months now, and he assumed his master and your parents thought that was adequate time for the two of you to get to know one another. It was time to move along. And the dark lord found himself not dreading that notion anywhere near than how he used to. In fact, he found that idea quite pleasant.

He... liked you. And he wouldn't mind having you by his side for the rest of his life.

"That sounds like a wise course of action." He eventually responded to you, watching as how your lips parted in pleasant surprise.

"Really?" you asked, "You don't have to if you don't want to, I can tell them to wait. I understand if you're too busy, or like, not ready."

"No." He responded, "There need not be anything of the sort. I will take time away to deal with these more important matters."

The sith saw how you smiled at his words. He felt proud of himself that he was able to do such a thing.

~~~

After going back to tell your parents the news, things were set into motion rather quickly. Before you really even got a chance to mentally prepare yourself, a shuttle-ship from your home planet was sent to the Empire to retrieve you and your fiancé. You spent the afternoon trying to freshen yourself up for the voyage, as well as pack your things for the time away. Your parents said that the trip would be a week at maximum, so you prepared your bags accordingly. To have an extra set of hands to aid you on the journey, your fiancé assigned Commander Spade to help you with your things. He was able to lift the bags with ease, a testament to his strength.

Soon after all of your bags were in the cargo-bay of the ship, Vader had arrived on the scene. A flurry of troopers and officers followed in his wake, and you found it rather comical how they all tried to buy his attention before they wouldn't be able to reach him. A few officers had even come by to ask you a few questions as well, and you could tell they were surprised that you weren't as stuck-up as him. You wondered when was the last time they had someone talk to them as an equal, and not just a co-worker or higher-rank.

Once all the necessary precautions were out of the way, you were allowed to board the shuttle with your fiancé, flashing him a small smile when he entered alongside you. The doors shut behind the two of you once you were inside, and the both of you found a seat on the lush, silky seats from inside the craft. It was a stark difference from any Empirical craft, and you could tell that your fiancé was pleased by this as he looked around in his seat next to you.

Soon enough, the windows outside showed you that the shuttle had exited the Executor, and had quickly jumped into hyperspace. The sudden jump made your stomach turn slightly and had your head feeling slightly lighter than normal as your raised your hand to it, clutching a palm to the crown of your skull. The sith lord next to you took note of your actions, his mask pointing down to you whist his arms were folded across his broad chest.

"Are you alright?" He asked you, armored head tilting slightly to the side.

You gave him a soft smile as you looked up into the lenses of his mask, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just not used to this much space-travel."

Vader let out a rumble from behind his respirator at your words, turning his attention back to the streaks of blue hyperspace outside the windows, "I see."

You said nothing in response as you gave your head a few more rubs, afterwards dropping your hands into your lap. In the silence between the two of you, you found yourself fidgeting with your fingers absent-mindedly. This was the first time you had been alone with him in such a way; without the lingering threat of someone else interrupting the two of you suddenly. You weren't sure why, but you felt how those butterflies danced inside of your stomach. Was it because you were alone with a man? A man who so happened that you were destined to be wed to? Someone who, admittedly, you rather... liked?

You weren't sure. Hell, you weren't sure if he was even feeling the same way as you. Looking for answers, you looked up at the side of his mask again. But, of course, you didn't find any. You felt a bit silly trying to find expression in something that never changed, but you couldn't help it. You were nervous.

A good type of nervous, however.

Vader had never really been terribly open about his feelings with you before. While he did try to say what was on his mind around you, you could tell that he had been holding back. You could tell that it wasn't necessarily because he didn't trust you now-adays (although that might have been the case early on in the relationship), it was mostly because he didn't know when to say them. Perhaps he was afraid of that lingering threat of someone overhearing him. Or perhaps it was because he was afraid to be so vulnerable. Sure, it's out of character for someone like him to be so forward about emotions. But, you just knew. You knew there was more to it.

Perhaps this was your time to try and get to the bottom of it. If he was willing, of course.

Before you spoke again, you returned your gaze down to your fidgeting hands, wondering if he could sense how nervous you were next to him in the deep, vapid expanse of hyperspace.

"You didn't have to do this, yknow." You said, "I would've understood if you weren't ready. If you, like, needed more time or something."

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see how his mask pointed down at your smaller frame again, making you look back up at him as your fingers continued to fidget absent-mindedly.

"It has been a good while since we first met, (Y/N)." he responded, more matter-of-factly than what you would've liked.

"I know, but..." you said, "That's not really what I mean. I mean, I just want you to be sure about all of this. About getting married, about getting married to me. There's always a way out, yknow. And if you had said the word, I would've helped you find it. I don't want you to do this just because you're obligated, Vader. I care about you. And I want you to be happy. And if the only way to do that is without me, then so be it."

Staring into those dark, black lenses of his mask, he didn't need facial expressions for you to tell how taken aback he was. You could see it in the way he sat up even straighter, the expanse of his shoulders widening as he took in a breath. Had you said too much to him? You hoped that wasn't the case. You were just telling him the truth. Had you said something he didn't want to hear?

"You are..." he rumbled out, his voice a touch softer than usual, "You are far too kind, (Y/N)."

You breathed out a smile to him, lifting up your hand to do a little wave motion, "Please, I'm just telling you the truth. I don't want you to suffer, Vee. That's not what we agreed to."

His head tilted slowly to the side, "...Vee?"

"Yeah!" you giggled, "It's your nickname! That's what engaged people do, right? Give each other nicknames? Well, that's the one I picked for you! Do you not like it?"

Without another word in response, Vader stared ahead at you, the sound of his respirator echoing off the walls of the tiny shuttle. Watching as how your lips parted in surprise, the dark lord slowly but surely reached his hand down. He let his mechanical digits methodically find their home intertwined with yours upon your lap, your smaller hand melding together with his. You had been watching his actions in slight awe, but once his hand was wrapped inside yours, you looked back up at him, your brow raised in surprise at his actions.

Was this his way of reaching out to you? Of being vulnerable to you? It seemed as if he was waiting for this for so, so long. Perhaps even longer than you had known him.

You felt a sadness pang its way through your mind.

How long had it been since anyone had seen this side of him?

And how much longer had it been since he allowed this side to show?

"(Y/N)," he said to you, squeezing your hand close to his, "You... You remind me of a great many people that I had once known."

You raised your brow again, gently rubbing soft, reassuring circles in the back of his gloved hand, "Oh?"

"I had a wife once..." he explained, "Long ago. You have her same spirit. And my brother...You have his bravery. You have my sister's determination. And my mother's selflessness."

Feeling your lips part again at his words, the baritone in his voice making your heart beat all the more faster. In your peripheral, you saw him lift up his other large, gloved hand. Slowly, the apendage made its way down to you, and his fingers gently brushed the few strands of your hair that were astray upon your head, moving them to the side so that he had a better look at your face.

"They have all long since died, or have left me in some regard or another. But it is for these same reasons," Vader continued, "That I am sure about these proceedings."

It would have been impossible for you to hide the way you smiled up at the sith lord, so you allowed yourself to show no restraint whatsoever. Your smile was warm, homey, even. Your cheeks were heated beneath the dark lord's touch, finding yourself leaning into it with a tilt of your head. Fingers daft, you squeezed his hand closer to yours, paying no mind to the metal underneath that you felt.

This is what you have waited for. That you had been so patient for.

He was finally allowing himself to open up to you. And maker above, how breathtaking he was.

You could get quite used to seeing him like this, you reckoned.

"And it's for that very reason," you responded, keeping your voice hushed so that only he would be able to hear, "That I promise you that I will never ever leave your side, Vee. For as long as we're in this together."

You could feel how the sith tensed beneath your words.

You wondered how long he had waited for that very thing.

That someone promised to not leave him.

And for him to believe them when they said so.

~~~

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[whirlwindimagines]

I apologize but I thinking about my Star Wars men again. There might have been a point to this? But I just needed to get my feels out lol

It always hits me so hard how much of a tragedy Star Wars is especially the Skywalker legacy how love was its downfall but also its savior. How bright-eyed and excited Anakin was to be chosen to train as a Jedi only to be manipulated by the adults around him. People like to say that if Qui-gon Jin didn't die, and trained Anakin he wouldn't have turned to the dark side and I think thats false. Qui-gon had his own struggles with the dark side, and the only reason he vouched for Anakin was because of the chosen one prophecy I'm not saying Qui-gon is a bad guy but his actions weren't pure either. 

Obi-wan was not what Anakin needed, but he didn't know how to be. Obi-wan is a good Jedi, thats what he knows how to be he's strong and confident in the force and his abilities. But he could not be Anakins father, he was so young when Anakin became his padawan, barely a Knight himself and cast into this role because he promised his Master. The Jedi way made Anakin vulnerable and left an easy opening for Palpatine to come in and take advantage of him. He knew what Anakin wanted, and played his part well to get what he wanted. 

Anakin loved too much, and it was his eventual downfall to the dark side. Blinded by his love (lol) it also brings back to the point of Anakin never truly being free he was freed from slavery sure, but then right to the Jedi order which had shackles of its own, and then as Vader, Anakin has never been free. 

Then along comes Luke and oh Luke so good and pure. I hate and love in Star Wars media when they say how much Luke is like his father and completely forget about Padmé who was strong, kind and believed in her values and believed in Anakin. Padmé who was good. Who Luke is so much like, while he has his father's strengths he also has his mother's and I feel like that is something that isn't addressed enough. 

“I am a Jedi like my Father before me”

This. This line fucks me up, Luke chooses to believe in Anakin his father. He chooses Love, he believes in his friends to play their part and he believes in his own convictions. When he says this he throws his weapon away, because like a  true Jedi it's not the weapon that makes them a Jedi, it's their convections. Luke brings Anakin back to the light and truly frees him, and Vader dies as Anakin. Love saves Anakin, and in turn, it saves Luke from the emperor. Like I'm crying in the club. 

AND ANOTHER THING. It breaks my heart how loved Anakin is the people in his life love him so much! Luke belived in him! Padmé loved him till the end even after everything! Ahsoka mourned him and would avenge him. Obi-wan completely broken after everything, but still loved him because that was his brother after all. And its not shown in modern Star Wars, but Leia forgives Anakin not completely but she understands, in legends she names her youngest child after him, to bring light back to his name. 

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[let-us-cultivate-our-garden]

I guess it's different with Belos because of what he represents. Characters like Vader or Palpatine are more abstract. Belos represents corrupt religious leaders, abusive authority figures, bigotry, colonialism..etc, he's more down-to-earth. Ironically, the more realistic villains are the ones that need to be dehumanized in order to make sure the audience knows the writer doesn't condone them. In real life, most bad people are the product of shitty upbringings, but in fiction, it's becoming taboo to say they didn't manifest as horrible old people, or weren't destined to be evil from birth no matter how they were raised.

So, I think it's rather funny that Belos represents all of these real world issues, which means we can't get into his backstory otherwise the audience will think the writers actually sympathize with real world bigotry.

Vader and Palpatine represent fascism and the Empire is a literal dictatorship, and we had a whole prequel trilogy explaining how Anakin became Darth Vader. And no one worried whether George Lucas was a fascist sympathizer or not.

Authors can reveal their political ideologies and bigotry through their writing but it's not usually because they humanized their villain; it's usually because they used the tragic backstory to justify the character's actions. There's a clear difference between exploring a character's past to see how they got there and use that as a warning for the audience versus simply excusing them.

Good writers are able to take even the most realistic, down-to-earth villain and show their humanity without ever excusing their actions. It just takes more time and attention to the story and characters.

Also, Belos may represent colonialism, bigotry, etc. but it is extremely surface level in terms of world-building and characterization. When people talk about how much they hate Belos, they usually always bring up Hunter first because abusive parents in media are more triggering for the general audience. So in terms of what they represent, Belos and Darth Vader are both abstract--little kids aren't going to pick up on the larger themes but they will react to Belos hurting Hunter or Vader killing Obi-Wan.

As for the last part of your comment, I'm rather confused; what do you mean that it is becoming taboo to say that villains aren't born evil? Because that sounds like a rather online argument; most people in the general audience don't fret if a movie or TV show explores the villain's past--especially if they're already setting it up. It's only in fandom circles for kid's shows where I hear people being "worried" that the show will redeem the Big Bad or give them a tragic backstory (which few shows actually do but that's another topic of conversation).

Bottom of the line, Belos is not special or unique. A lot of movies and tv shows typically use their villain as a stand-in for a real world issues or show them being shitty parents but most people don't freak out about whether liking that character or not means you support them.

I think Belos gets so much hate because he does not have any good traits or even flashy, entertaining qualities to balance out the evil that he does. We're also in this weird zeitgeist where kid show fandoms have this neurosis about whether or not it's appropriate to like a villain because of what they represent or whatever. It's tiring.

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[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

As I said I don't know everything about Star Wars. But I did some research about my favourite character - and I just had to write about it. So, this story is absolutely imaginary - and it is quite different from the original movies.

However, I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: long writing, OOC, angst, father/son conflict, hurt/comfort; Pred!Darth Vader/Prey!Reader. Also, some of the words(youth and maid) have their old meaning: youth - young man, maid - young woman.

Light in the dark

Luke was sitting on the specular floor of an empty hall - in front of a large ship's window; stars sparkling like specks of diamond dust were thrown all around the black fabric of cosmic sky. Pinkish and blue smoke of nebulas sent pastel-colour flashes over its dark deepness, staying frozen and cold, as if they were just somewhat alien flowers on photographs from a biology book. Watching their foggy petals peacefully blooming behind the thick glass young Jedi felt strange pain eating his insides, his heart annoyingly numbing. The boy's eyes was searchingly scanning the universe as if there was something very important lost among white dots of foreign planet systems.

Suddenly, discernment of his senses escalated. The boy mentally felt someone's presence long before his ears signaled about heavy mechanical footsteps far away in the corridors. It was easy to recognise this fast, determined pace; Luke instantly recalled the wind created by a long black cloak wavering in the air - and saw the lines of an ugly mask covering no less ugly face...

Darth Vader entered the room after five minutes or so. It was undeniable that he knew - his visit wasn't unnoticed, although his son didn't even turn to him, still keeping their pretty young eyes on the galaxies swirling before them. Luke Skywalker would never submit to him or Palpatine. Exactly as he always predicted. Anakin inside the cyborg's dying body was proud like any good father would be. The worst part was that the boy who considered himself cursed with his parent didn't even know how great Vader had to struggle to keep his own suffering in secret. Vader was seen only like a traitor and a terrorising danger for any living being...

But there was too much hidden away. And even his son couldn't know all the truth because he would try to force him to Jedis' side - the twist Vader couldn't afford to make for he had lost faith into any faction. It was better to let things be as they were. Anakin was too old to start from the beginning...

The figure approached Luke, now holding back its rush - and stood still when there was ten steps between them. The Jedi was grateful for his "dad" didn't dare to close the distance - the young man would hate this person to be near him. Not after everything that abomination did. Not after what he did to Padme...

Although... It would be bad to push Vader away too. After all, he was trying. It was impossible to stay unaware about Darth's attempts to do anything to provide his offspring with all the youth needed. Sometimes, Luke thought about it while lying in his bedroom. He felt pity for the man - if it was still a man - especially because the boy remembered why Anakin became what he became.

But... Was it Anakin?..

Silence was interrupted by muffed sound of breathing coming from the mask and creaking of leather gloves.

- Is there something bothering you, son?

Rich, husky voice filled Skywalker Jr's head. He heard calmness and care in its boomy tone which, however, made him only raise his shoulders up, protecting himself from that love he didn't seek at all.

- That's nothing to worry about.

Vader exhaled louder than usually.

- I can sense it even if you lie to me - what you have managed to improve a lot since you're here, Luke... - He paused; sound of his breathing started getting on the youth's nerves. - Please... Tell me. I need to know.

The boy grunted. He finally looked at his father, his gaze mean and defiant as Luke examined every inch of the thick cobalt armour.

"Interesting... How much does it hurt to wear this horrifying suit every day?.. I hope it's enough to never forget how his wife died... And others too..."

- There is no use. You won't be able to understand...

- It's not your problem. I just need it.

Young man stared at the colorful lamps blinking chaotically on the Darth Vader's costume. Anakin could recognise a conflict rising behind the facade of an unnaturally still, neutral expression his son put on. This made his corrupted heart itch with faint, sweet pain; at least, there was already a small victory - the boy didn't say no right away second time.

Finally, Luke spoke again, his face softening.

- Come here.

Dark commander obeyed. Now the Jedi could see only countless belts on his high boots and a piece of the cloak. The cloth smelled like... Death: blood, fire, ash, sweat and other unpleasant signs of war...

Did he even try to wash this nasty stink off for once?..

- Do you promise to keep your judgement for yourself if I do?

Although Luke didn't lift his head up, he was sure Vader gave him a look.

- ...Whatever you wish for.

- Good.

The boy turned to the window again; at that moment there was an explosion of acid-green snakes pointing their greedy maws in all directions. Their blind, blunt muzzles looked funnily pathetic.

- Just before you took me as your personal prisoner... - Luke started, making a visible accent on two last words. - The faction was joined by a very young girl. She was even younger than me. There were not so many warriors to find at least one who could properly teach her to fight - I don't say that she wasn't familiar with a saber at all. Regardless... Her technique was terrible. I took her as a student, but... She is now alone due to I'm, her master, is here. And I'm worried she can get into trouble with some of yours...

Vader felt a pang of guilt knocking into his soul when he received the shot addressed to him. His son's cruelty hit him hard no matter the time or place - and he knew he deserved it. However, every punch in the guts made him feel deeply betrayed. Anger arose inside, and Anakin clenched his fist, preparing himself for a fight...

He watched as the boy did the same. Naturally, his gaze fell on the Luke's wrist and... He slowly eased the grip. A thin line separating human flesh and a prosthesis shone with soft silver light, reminding of their previous collision in all details...

Vader didn't want to go through that once more.

- At first, you're not a prisoner here. - He hissed, stepping away; the boy could catch genuine sorrow even through the noise of the modulator. - And next... I'm sorry to hear your sympathies are still with Jedies. I don't blame you, though. The time will come.

Unsatisfactory and resentment which had been constantly growing through these past month instantly burst out of the child in a desperate cry:

- Don't you see!? IT WILL NEVER COME!!! - Luke jumped on his feet, backing out of the black man. - You... Murderer...

His mind was blurred by immeasurable fury which hindered him to feel change in his father's emotional state. Vader stood, crooked, firmly grinding his teeth and invisibly clenching his chest as if someone cut him open. But very soon, he straightened up.

- Very well, Luke... Very well...

Darth Vader turned on his heels and headed to the door, but as he had to go through the gap, something made the commander to wait.

- Do you love her? That girl?

The question hanged in tensed atmosphere of the space. Luke leisurely wiped saliva flew out of his mouth when he shouted, and sniffed, a weak smile forming on his lips. Now he looked unbelievably similar to his father in the latter's young years.

- No. We are just friends... Well... Good friends. I love her like I love Leia.

Anakin nodded. Avoiding his son's intent gaze, Vader walked out; and while passing through the deem halls of the ship, he was once again turning into alive representation of horror which gloved hands grabbed the universe by its throat...

Changing skin, he bled.

........

Y/N didn't expect to meet him in such a short time, especially after she lost her mentor. But there he was; Darth Vader himself stood a few metres away from her, holding his red light saber. She couldn't help but flinched at his enormous height and brawny body. Personally, she was the shortest even among her allies many of whom didn't stand out by an impressive body complexion - the little Jedi was like nothing more but a doll comparing to him...

As for her comrades: two of them weren't so far from here. But, surely, they couldn't handle this ruthless beast even if they all would work together. Dark commander was way too strong. So, she sent them a message to run. Y/N wasn't sure they would follow her instructions... But at least, they had a chance to escape during these few minutes she could buy them before Vader would kill her.

At the meantime, guided by childish curiosity, she studied the one she was told so many blood-curdling stories about. Inky cloak covering wide, thick shoulders; solid torso with a big panel set on it - bright lights twinkling in the orange fog; long gloves, boots... The part of him which intimidated her the most was his visors. She was used to look her opponents directly in the eyes, but this icy, stable gaze was so inhuman that the Jedi could hardly bear it.

- I feel your fear... - Her heart sank as she heard him for the first time, the girl being hypnotized by that low, gravelly baritone. - Why opposing me just by yourself? Or are your friends such cowards that they won't help you defeat me?..

He took one step forward; she activated her own sword and struck a defensive pose.

At that moment, they both were taken off guard by a roar of a space shuttle's engines. Y/N sighed in relief; the ship took off and quickly disappeared in the night sky, heading to the base where her friends would be safe... And leaving her behind.

"Well, even if it's not me, I'm happy. They will survive..."

- Sneaky, brave fool... - Shaking violently, she turned to her enemy once more. He didn't move, but something inside her told Y/N that he was ready for a leap. - What a shame. You made a fatal mistake, sending them away. Such inexperienced and young girl like you is no match for me, don't you understand?..

- Perhaps. - She responded, carefully watching Vader and preparing for his attack. - At least, I'll do what I can. And if I die, so be it. My teacher once said that there was no better death than a death for a right thing.

The cyborg tittled his head on a side like a dog listening to its owner. The girl would giggle if her existence wasn't on the table at that very minute.

- Who told you that?

Y/N bit her lip, not being certain if it was OK to reveal the name. After a proper consideration, she found there was nothing left to lose for her anyway...

The Jedi cleared her throat; the tongue felt dry and hot as she spoke, her angelic voice being slightly brittel.

- Luke Skywalker.

If there was a witness - an average person who had never heard of war and the force - they would notice nothing. Vader simply kept his position, his awful mask turned to the girl. However, the latter sensed much. And the main thing was that Vader... Knew her.

The Jedi recognised chills wandering over her entire body. She couldn't remember what she managed to do to provoke someone so powerful to trail her. Despite this, Y/N seemed to be guilty for somewhat crime that made the plague of the universe, Lord Darth Vader memorise a little maid who hadn't seriously harmed anyone yet in her entire life...

- I see... - He finally sighed. The girl wasn't sure, but she thought she could hear regret in his quiet, rumbling voice. - That is a great warrior of your kind...

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to lay the cape on them in a more comfortable position.

- Then, let's see if your master has given you anything more than just some inspirational quotes...

Y/N gasped; she was deadly close to missing the second he jumped forward. Luckily, she awakened just in time and instead of the girl's flat chest Vader's saber met the blue laser light.

They fought almost in ringing silence; her accidental squelches and his scarry, sick breath were the only sounds ruining it. She immediately saw that she wouldn't last long with the pace her enemy had chosen; his harsh, but accurate movements were very difficult to block. Y/N didn't even try to switch her tactics to offensive one since she didn't possess enough time to reply on his endless thrusts. The Jedi spinned like a peg-top in attempts to stay alive a bit longer; fortunately, that time her diminutiveness played along with her interests. Although, neither small size, nor dexterity could protect her from small cuts Vader gifted her with here and there from time to time.

At last, the maid was able to give herself space to swallow some fresh air. She got exhausted; her arms refused to serve her any longer as well as legs. Y/N had to strain all the will she owned to stay straight. The man, however, was literally tireless - while Y/N was ready to collapse right at the stones of the square where they spared, the half-metal abomination she stood against looked like he did just before the battle. He, unbothered by her maneuver, vigorously decreased the space between them, distinctly showing that he was about to finish the annoying little fly disturbing him from much more important businesses.

That was it. Pushed to the edge, the girl threw all her cautiousness away and ran towards him, using her last opportunity; unpredictable behaviour and pure desperation. Their blades crossed again with electrical buzzing, spreading sparks all around the place; the warriors got as close as two people who sincerely hate each other could be. Y/N courageously stared right in the shallow spheres of Vader's visors, sweating as her tiny palms sored, holding a heavy saber and a weight of an adult man pushing on it with all his might.

- It's over, Jedi. - He said silently.

Before Y/N could do anything he sharply kicked her knee; the girl being paralysed by the abrupt pain weakened the grip and lost her weapon, falling right to the Vader's feet.

He was correct. It was over.

She expected him to cut off her head immediately. Instead, the man rose his hand and Y/N detected the force washing around her limbs and neck. It soon became hard to breathe. Struggling in the stealthy net of unconditional power, she granted her adversary one last look. His fuzzy, pitch black silhouette and a round slice of the moon in a vail of ochre evaporations on the background created the last image which popped out into her suffocating mind as the dizziness led her to unconsciousness...

.......

When Y/N came to her senses, there first things she found were humidity and darkness; the latter was so deep that it took time for the girl to understand that she wasn't asleep anymore. Then the Jedi sighted that she was in a tube. Slippery and soft material had been periodically tightening around her and dragging her being somewhere down into the endless abyss. There was warm; although the girl got constantly squeezed from head to toe, she didn't feel bad about it. Actually, it reminded her of a hearty hug which her mother gave her when Y/N was standing at the doorstep of their home, ready to go for her destiny. This memory brought a smile across the maid's pretty face.

She was alive. It was undiscussable like the fact that sand in her lands was yellow. However, even God wouldn't be able to say why Darth Vader let her live. Also it was a mystery where the girl really was and why she was travelling downwards....

The tugs pulling her further and further into obscurity were accompanied by wet, short sounds which were surprisingly similar to... swallowing. It appeared like an unknown large creature devoured her whole, although such idea seemed too crazy to be the truth. Nevertheless, there were no other options. Y/N's mind was still drowsy which prevented the Jedi from panicking. Moreover - if the hypothesis was right, then she could do nothing; the tense grip of the fleshy tube and its slick surface didn't give her any chance to struggle successfully.

However, the fall didn't last long: quite soon Y/N was pushed into a bigger room which was still dark but much cozier. Some kind of liquid splashed underneath the girl as she arrived, though it didn't bother her much due to her clothes and hair had already been soaked with viscous slime in and out. The walls churned gently against her skin, massaging her stiffed muscles; faint gurgling and rhythmic "thump-thump" sound vibrating all around proved that the girl had sent her thoughts in a right direction.

Y/N pawed her waist but... predictably, she found nothing. The saber was gone, lost... it ment that if the whoever had eaten her didn't let the Jedi out by themselves, she wouldn't be released at all. A new wave of fear fulfilled her soul; she clearly imagined the process of slow, racking digestion preparing endless hours of agony for her to experience. The little Jedi curled into a ball, trembling; that's not what she thought her meaning for the world would be.

- Are you awake, Jedi? Good. I missed your company.

The words resonated in every cell of her velvet cage. Her eyes widened as the girl recognised the speaker.

- Can't be... How... - She mumbled sheepishly in confusion, looking around the stomach with so puzzled face expression as if she didn't do that a minute ago.

- Shrinking shouldn't have done you any damage.

Her heart skipped a beat.

- Are you... Still scared?

Of course, he read her emotions as if she was just an open book... No one could resist Darth Vader's force for long. It was pointless to hide or play with him. So, Y/N didn't: she laid back on the bouncy floor, letting its receptors explore her body, and lowered her eyelids.

- I am.

She thought he would laugh at her honesty, but it seemed that day Vader was up to break all her expectations: the man stayed mute. His quiet pulse and breath - here it sounded a little bit different than from the outside: it seemed as if Vader had to lift a rock with every inhale he did - were calm and somehow reassuring.

- Can I ask you something, your majesty?

Vader only hummed in response, giving her a permission to go on, though he knew the question long ago.

- Why?

She couldn't see it, but Anakin smiled. His helmet was still off; his eyes sored, burning like they were immersed in acid, and lungs scarcely contracted; however, his small internal guest's naive tone extremely amused him. He wasn't surprised his son adored this little maid.

- You haven't been involved in anything that would mean danger to me personally; and you're a too feeble to influence the situation in general. There is no worthy reason I should seek for your death.

- But...

- Just relax. I'm not going to harm you. What's done... It's done for your own good.

The adrenaline began to wear off. Y/N, slightly shivering as her nerves was settling down, instinctively snuggled more into the pillowy wrinkles of the organ which caused some mild-mannered growls. Tears of relief formed in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't believe Darth Vader talked to her like that; from what she knew about the dark commander, such kindness was basically impossible in his case...

Meanwhile, she felt as one of the walls leaned to her side, the muscles rubbing gently against her skin.

- There we go... It's OK. Of course, you were scared. But it's OK. Now, there is no threat to you...

His hand was pressed against the spot where the Sith could sense her presence. He had to put the mask on its place - Anakin couldn't longer endure the choking feeling growing in his chest with every new breath he took - and, after setting up some filters, watched as grey twilights were giving birth to the beautiful, lucid dawn. He heard his tiny prisoner's crying, but the comfort he provided her with seemed to work; after some time, the Jedi calmed down. Continuing to stroke his middle with the force - unfortunately, pleasures of non-verbal contact was lost for him decades ago - and making sure the girl felt it, he said:

- To be fair, I'm impressed. You held on much longer than I supposed you would... Luke did teach you something, after all...

Y/N being lulled by the lights touch and the man's mesmerising voice was almost asleep when these commentaries reached her ears. In order to that, she thought little while responding. Yawning, she mumbled, gently kneading alive "matras" beneath:

- With all do respect... I... I won't betray Jedies...

This was the last sentence coming out of her mouth before she started snoring peacefully, being completely drawn out of energy.

Vader chuckled.

"I would never doubt it, my brave little foe".

............

Luke Skywalker was in his quarters when he was reported that his father had just returned from a mission. The boy patiently waited before the soldier would come out and then - fell on his bed, hiding the face in cushions. Such moments were the worst part of his staying with Siths because he knew what kind of "missions" his father participated in. Gallons of his comrades' blood smeared Vader's hands. If all the people Vader killed would turn into ghosts, the ship would get crowded with them like a market square.

However, he had to greet Anakin in the main hall - that ritual was mandatory.

So, the boy obliged himself to stand up.

He was preparing himself for the meeting when, suddenly, he heard a quiet, but firm knock. The force was too difficult to recognise.

- Come in...

Not a man - a shadow slipped in the room and freezed in the centre. Despite strange look of the visitor, Luke seemed to cheered up by their arrival.

- My dear friend... - He gave the shadow a good pat.

But they had to be cautious. The Jedi walked to the gap his pal went through - and peeped outside, making sure no one had been following the intruder. Then he locked the door.

One of the few things Luke was grateful to his father for was lack of video-cameras in the boy's part of the space ship. Although, the were regular spies watching every his step, but even the most skilled spy can be deceived... And so, Luke had this unspoken opportunity. Undeniably, all the responsibility was on him only; nevertheless, he was ready to take the risk.

In order to that, he was always aware of what his allies were up to.

The shadow man respectfully bowed to the Jedi and leaned to the latter's ear, whispering inaudibly. Luke's face went sober.

- Are you sure?

The guest confirmed.

- Crap... - Skywalker Jr. slammed his palm with a fist. His lips turned white. - ... Did anyone...?

After receiving a negative gesture, the Jedi's pale sheeks got poured with blush.

- Blessing to the Gods...

Luke's face got even happier as he caught the last phrase said by his signalman.

- Oh, my dear... You have no idea what great news you have brought today!.. The lose of the planet is undoubtedly critical - I'm mourning with all our brothers and sisters about the lives which costed to protect it for so long... But... But she, my beloved pupil is found!.. Thank you very much for your assistance - I promise, I won't ever forget how hard you have always served us...

The shadow bowed again, that time a little lower. Then a long, thin, bare-boned arm appeared from under the folds of the cloak and pointed on the boy's wrist where the watches could be seen. Luke swatted his forehead in frustration.

- Damn... I'm almost late! Sorry, my friend - I definitely have do go before my every day nightmare suspected anything... You can't stay as well - let me uncover the way... Come on, come on...

The youth rushed to one of the walls and opened a tiny shield concealing some secret buttons only he and his father knew about. The sensors was set up to react solely to Luke's touch - one more reason for the boy to continue normal relationships with his dad - that way, no one could activate the mechanism unless a person had a piece of Skywalker's hand. The Jedi harshly dialed the password and one of the walls parted on two, revealing a narrow corridor illuminated with red lamps on the seiling.

- Get in! Fast!..

The shadow didn't make Luke ask twice - the visitor sank in with no extra hesitation, getting lost in a trice, consumed by the surroundings. Luke didn't have time to guide him; overall, his friend knew where that way led and what to do once they were out. Being sure the guest would leave the ship without a single trouble, the boy finished his outfit and went out, heading for the main dec.

Darth Vader had been already waiting for him there.

- Good day, father. Well? How did it go? Can I congratulate you with a new victory? - He shouted with a smile which was half sincere... But only for a half.

- You can. - The Lord's tone sounded kinda apathetic as if he was speaking about nothing important. - Many thanks, Luke. Did anything happen while I was away?

- Not really... - The boy said, scratching his head. - Well, two soldiers tried to destroy each other for some reason. I haven't digged in this much. Both are in jail now...

Luke could swear Anakin rolled his eyes behind the mask.

- I see. Tell the tribunal officer I'll deal with them later... There is still work to do...

- Sure thing.

The task was complete; the youth granted his father a sweet grin (a little too sweet to be honest). The dark commander was about to go, but something made him to change his mind.

- But first of all... Go after me.

A storm was coming. Skywalker Jr. subconsciously got into the battle mode. The duo crossed the hall and took a direction to the Luke's apartments. While on the way, the boy was preying to all the saints he knew.

"How could father be possibly aware? Counting on my watches, the envoy should have been already departed. I really hope he hasn't been captured... Though, my private passage doesn't connect to any of the official ones... The landing pod also belongs just to me...

What do I miss?.."

By the time he ended up his inner monologue, he and Anakin had reached their destination. Once at the place, Vader continued.

- I think I have something to hand over...

Feeling coolness expanding in his chest, the youth watched louringly as his father put a hand in a pocket and then pulled it out, having something squeezed inside.

- They wanted me to give it right in your hands...

Luke's world fell apart like a glass ball when he took a small golden medallion representing an artistically forged figure of a dolphin. He slowly blinked in shock; his feet were weak as if they were made of cotton wool. All the good mood he had was literally smashed my the view of his little student's only jewellery - the one they decided to use for communication. If Vader had it, then...

But the ambassador said...

Or did his friend mistaken...

Only now, Luke heard footsteps tailing off; Vader being nowhere around.

- WAIT! - Luke yelled, flying out of the room. He noticed the flash of a coal-colour cloak floating just before him and started a chase. - Wait, hey you!!!..

Anakin turned back. He confidently, softly looked at his pissed off child who was ready to chop his wires into spaghetti.

The weight in his belly shifted - the girl must be turning around. Bad dreams...

- Be proud, son. She is a true Jedi.

#soft vore #safe vore #star wars vore #Darth Vader vore #hurt/comfort #angst #Luke is very mean to his father

[calamity-aims]

so fox. and hurting him.

I think fox is one of those people who gets sick and just doesn't tell anyone about it. waits until it's "bad enough" but by the time it's "bad enough" he's like collapsed in the hallway or something. and I hear you say fox and walking pneumonia and I demand to know more.

Fox's baseline health, he's been told, is "piss poor at best". There's nothing he can do about it, though, unless someone can tell the Coruscant Security Force and the Senate Guard to stop shoving duties to the Corries, and tell the Senators to stop using Corries as their personal valets while they're at it.

Someone can, of course, but it'll be a beach day on Kamino before Palpatine lifts a finger to help the Corries. Fox does so much of the man's Senate paperwork that he could probably be a Senator of Naboo himself.

So the reality of the situation is that when Fox gets sick, he's just - sick. That's just the way it is.

He doesn't feel that bad, anyway. Just a little muscle fatigue and a persistent cough. It's almost a blessing - the cough only comes at night, accompanied by chills where Fox can't ever get warm, but hey. At least he can make it through his shifts.

"Walking pneumonia," Hedge pronounces. Fox just hears the "walking" part of that and proceeds to get out of the medbay as fast as possible. There's so much work, stacks and stacks of data forms and a prisoner intake this afternoon and he needs to take a patrol shift with the shinies and show them how to not die and the Chancellor wants to see him--

"Commander!" Hedge yells at Fox's retreating back. "You need a week of rest, in order for to recover fully!"

"Nope! It's walking pneumonia, it's not bad enough to bother with, and I am walking away."

"It's just gonna get worse," Hedge mutters darkly. Fox pretends not to hear.

It gets worse.

He tries not to show it, but he's so tired. When no one's around Fox walks the hallways with one shoulder pressed to the wall, because it feels like he'll keel over if he doesn't. He can't keep anything down, and he's just so cold. The cough gets worse too, easily hidden by his helmet speakers.

He coughs too much at night, but Thorn and Thire and Stone are all so tired they sleep right through it. They've had to pick up so much of Fox's slack. He just can't justify them having to pick up even more by going on light duty or even bedrest.

They don't notice, but that's not their fault.

The Chancellor does, though.

"Commander, are you feeling quite all right?"

Fox sways where he stands, just slightly. It's been a long meeting. Palpatine is heading back to Naboo for a tenday, and he's gone through every single thing he wants Fox to complete before he returns.

It's - a lot. He'll get it done somehow.

"Commander?"

Fox starts. "Apologies, Chancellor. What were you saying?"

Palpatine tilts his head. His bright blue eyes bore right through Fox's visor. "I said, are you feeling quite all right?"

"Yessir. Thank you, sir," Fox says, and tries to stand taller. It's hard when he's so dizzy - maybe he should've eaten breakfast, but he's just been so nauseous lately.

"Good. I know there's a bug going around, but the Kaminoans assured the Senate that their clone troops were resistant to most disease. I would hate for there to be a flaw in the quality of their product!" Palpatine says with a little laugh.

"Yessir," Fox says. Shit. Palpatine has done a "product return" once before, early on in the war when Fox hadn't quite learned the intricacies of Senate politics. 200 shinies, all sent back and reconditioned.

Never again.

"Dismissed," smiles Palpatine, and Fox nods gratefully.

He even makes it to the elevator before collapsing completely.

--

Fox comes back around to the lurching feeling of movement.

"Wha'?" he slurs. His legs aren't moving, but he's definitely traveling. He watches the floor tiles pass underneath him. There's boots on either side.

"Hey, Fox," someone says. Fox attempts to flop his head around to see.

"We got you," Thorn says, and tries to smile.

There's a snort from Fox's other side. "Idiot," rasps Stone in his soft scratchy voice. "But he's gone for a week. You're gonna rest, and we'll take care of it, Fox."

"Thire's going to slice into the records, too. No one will even know you're out," Thorn says reassuringly.

They're the best. His men, they're just - they -

Fox tries to say thank you and coughs his way through it, shaking in Stone and Thorn's arms.

"It's ok," soothes Thorn. "Go to sleep. We got you."

#hiii mikey hope you like <3 #calamity writing #commander fox #commander thorn #commander stone #sheev palpatine

[antianakin]

Have you read the Darth Plagueis novel, I’m def pro Jedi but I loved reading that novel and seeing the siths point of view, they are obviously the bad guys but it was definitely interesting to see Plagueis and palpatine as the main characters.

Nope. The only Star Wars books I have read are the Jedi Apprentice series, the original Thrawn trilogy, the first 3 adult novels in the High Republic (Light of the Jedi, Rising Storm, Fallen Star), and like 2/3rds of Queen's Peril.

I'm not against the concept of showing "Sith perspectives" on things so long as the moral of the story remains that the Sith are evil, the Sith are space Nazis, the Sith are WRONG, and the Sith cannot be allowed to exist. There is nothing they can say or do that should change ANY of those things. It's one of the things that the Prequels do fairly well, as the most obvious story from a Sith perspective (I know Anakin's not TECHNICALLY a Sith the whole time, but it's literally just "Origin of Darth Vader" so it counts). Anakin is wrong about basically everything he has an opinion on, he is explicitly fascist from AOTC on, and he does so much evil shit that the people who loved him have to abandon him and try to eliminate him. He's never RIGHT about ANYTHING and that's the whole fucking point of the story and it's one of the reasons so many fans hate it so much (and part of why I still love them so much).

But I think that the biggest risk you take with "Sith perspective" stories is that people are GOING to want to make the Sith characters sympathetic and relatable and will lose sight of those four essential truths about Sith characters. And this ultimately means they're sending a pretty nasty message that innately goes against everything Star Wars should be about. Because the moment you start writing a story where the underlying message is "the space Nazis were Right Actually" you've completely lost sight of what Star Wars should be about.

Maybe the Darth Plagueis novel isn't like that, but that's why I don't trust Sith stories at all and personally I have no desire to read the perspective of the villain, I often find it the most boring part of any story I'm reading. I just don't see the point of spending my time on a story from the perspective of a character I'm never going to want to root for.

#star wars #sith

[isagrimorie]

Star Wars: 3, 6, 14.

Hizzie: 4, 7.

ask game

Star Wars

3. which scene I would like to erase from the universe and why.

Rise of Skywalker. Because it's so bad-- it tried to please everyone it ended up pissing me off.

But the most one is: "Somehow Palpatine returned."

Also as much as I love Chewie, I wish he had stayed dead because then it wouldn't have felt cheap when we thought he died.

I couldn't believe I was happy to get Palps back before the movie and then the execution of how and why was so stupid, and now everything in the Disney Star Wars shows is trying to build up to that moment and even the First Order and it makes me so annoyed.

6. which is my favorite platonic or familial relationship in this world.

The Disaster Lineage and the Ghost Crew family, are now connected because of Ahsoka and Sabine.

14. if I think the largest majority of fics I crave for it are fix-its, nobody-dies-everybody-lives, fluffy fics of my OTP, pining fics for my OTP, or plot-heavy Gen stories?

In Star Wars there's a large majority of equal parts Gen stories, where everybody lives, fix-it fic where your favorite Star Wars character of choice either goes back in time to stop Palps or go forward in time to avoid everything that will happen.

Hizzie

4. how many other characters in my opinion see the chemistry of this couple before the couple itself does.

In my headcanon, Kaleb's been clocking it but doesn't want to say, especially since in my headcanon, Kaleb is slowly becoming good friends with Lizzie.

Unconsciously, Josie knows. Professor Vardemus wished he didn't know and see it.

Jen, of course, and is puzzled that most other of their school mates don't see it.

Penelope definitely clocked it and of course, tormented Lizzie about it-- this is partly why Lizzie went the other direction and got angry with Hope more. So, yeah, she's definitely the one who knew before either Lizzie and Hope knew.

But when word gets out and Josie tells her that Hope and Lizzie are dating, she'll smirk and say: "Called it."

Cleo didn't know but is very supportive.

7. the scene that I like to point to as proof that they're perfect for each other.

Just one scene??? No, I can't limit it to one scene!

The moments in season 1, in the car on the road trip back home -- and then when Hope was breaking down and Lizzie was the only one who got Hope to calm down.

Earlier than that, when Hope was talking about how to comfort someone in grief in season 1, and Lizzie said almost the exact same thing to a little girl in grief in season 4.

Lizzie was always, always paying attention to Hope.

Hope coming back for Lizzie in the Noir dream word and they held hands with that noir romantic music in the background.

HOPE. ANDREA. MIKAELSON.

And, of course, the scene where Lizzie told Hope, "I hate that you made me love you."

For Hope, it was when she had No Humanity switch on and still followed Lizzie, and then much later when Lizzie broke her neck and left her and Hope, despite having her switch off, HAD A FULL ON VAMPIRE DAMON STYLE heartbroken existential monologue before feeding and killing a Human.

And Lizzie telling Hope: "Our sire bond might be gone, Hope Andrea Mikaelson, but you and I are bonded for life."

THOSE ARE WEDDING VOWS TO A MIKAELSON, LIZZIE.

#answered #terapsina #star wars #ask game #ask meme #my edit #hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #hope ANDREA mikaelson #ship: hey bitch #ship: hope and lizzie #ship: til the bitter end #tv: legacies #hope x lizzie #hizzie #long post

[marvelstars]

So I have seen a trend in soma parts of the fandom where they bring Obi-Wan´s suffering or Dooku tempting him as a way to talk about how stronger Obi-Wan is as a character than Anakin and I honestly could not disagree more, when I see this comparision in which some fans bring the Dooku argument as if saying see, he attracted the attention of the Sith Lord and didn´t fall and I am like:

Oh, so you are comparing the time Dooku expend telling adult Obi-Wan about a Sith Lord ruling the Senate and Obi-Wan denying it because the Senate/Jedi would have noticed it and democracy and all that and then being sent to execution and saved by his fellow jedi/padawan/padme is the same as having your principles, dreams, fears, trust played by an adult while you were a child left in their care for 13 years, who casually is also manipulating an entire war behind everybody´s back but you, a child, should know better than everybody else, while also being a master of a secret cult whose main recruitment strategy is to break the will of prospective members so they get in the headspace to accept a deal they can never get back from.

Dooku said his piece and left Obi-Wan alone, Anakin had Palpatine going after him and his loved ones for years while also getting his trust so he would tell him all about himself so he learned what made Anakin tick.

Add to this the fact Palpatine purposely presented himself as a father figure for Anakin, who never had a father, that he was separated from his mother, his only family, that his main guardian quite openly rejected any kind of familiar relationship between them and he lived in an envoirment in which showing emotion the way he used to do for 9 years was seen as bad or as an attachment, which made Palpatine the main person he could talk to as he used to do back home.

No hate to Obi-Wan, even if I think he´s a bit of a jerk and he definitely needs to get his head straight when it comes to expressing his feelings, I am not hating him here or the Jedi, I am just saying Anakin had reasons to be vulnerable to Palpatine, not because he had a "weak character or was stupid" he was being preyed on by a master manipulator who he learned to love and trust implicitly because for him that was his "father". I think it´s impressive and speaks very well of Anakin´s character the fact it took Palpatine years to make Anakin fall given all the advantages he had over him.

#anakin skywalker #rant post #star wars #sith order #jedi order #falling to the darkside #obi-wan kenobi #palpatine