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Ties That Bind Part 1

Pairing: Yandere!Anakin Skywalker x Fem Jedi!Reader

TW: General Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder

A/N: I am very excited to be sharing another wonderful collab with the amazing person @britany1997! She has been very supportive and an absolute joy to work with! We have shared many laughs together while working on this fic! She is a very talented writer and friend and you should send her your love! She deserves it! I love you Britany! ❤️

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Sweat pooled around Anakin as he sprang forward in bed, gasping in a haze of fear and anger. His head fell to his hands as he struggled to catch his breath.

Sleep had eluded him for months as every night ended the same, with visions of your corpse flashing through his tortured mind. 

Anakin discarded his blanket in frustration, grabbed your picture from his work bench, and sat on the floor to meditate. 

His brow furrowed as he attempted to squash his rage and uncertainty, to let them go and let the force fill him with the comfort he needed. 

But to let go of his emotion, would be to let go of you.

Though he mumbled to himself, ‘there is no emotion, there is peace, there is no passion, there is serenity,’ he couldn’t make himself believe that. You were his peace, you were his serenity.

He abandoned his meditation in a huff. Anakin liked to think he was a patient man, a good Jedi. Yet how could he sit back and do nothing? The visions would never stop, it was time to take matters into his own hands.

Despite his failures at meditating and stopping his mind from whirling, he was struck by a solution. He was deep in concentration, staring at the ground, your picture nestled against his uncovered chest.

The visions would undoubtedly stop if he could protect you and keep you safe from harm. What if the force hadn't been working against him after all? He was immediately filled with purpose, a fire in his eyes that couldn't ever be extinguished. He will defend you even if it means doing the unthinkable and abandoning the Jedi code. 

What other reason would there be besides protecting the one you loved the most, even if it required being selfish? Absolutely nothing was of greater significance than you, his long-time friend, whom he had been pining over for many years. The forbidden feelings he could no longer ignore. There was no greater reason, no other reason, than you. 

It was all for love. 

Despite the summons from the Chancellor, Anakin thought the Galaxies Opera House was well worth the journey through Coruscant. Though the visions of your impending death haunted him, Squid Lake, a strange ballet performed by a team of Mon Calamari acrobats, calmed his worries and enabled his mind to focus on something far more pleasant. He wished he could take you to one as lovers rather than as companions one day once you are away from harm. The Chancellor, however, required his attention once more.

His eyes were focused ahead as he said, "The Sith and the Jedi are similar in almost every way, including their quest for greater power." The Chancellor’s face bore a deep and serious expression.

“The Sith rely on their passion for their strength; they think inwards, only about themselves.” Anakin answered back firmly, turning his head towards him as he spoke.

“And the Jedi don’t?” asked the Chancellor, turning his attention towards Anakin without wavering, his eyes never leaving his face.

“The Jedi are selfless, they only care about others.” Anakin spoke strongly, turning his attention forward, just before the Chancellor continued to speak, making Anakin's blood run cold.

“Although they prevent you from loving freely in accordance with your own desires. They would never approve of your love for your friend or the things you would do for her.” He spoke with a voice filled with stomach-churning truth. “Your companion, (Y/N).”

Anakin turned to face the older man, his eyes wide with surprise as he whispered quietly. "How did you know-"

"I know many things, Anakin." He responded. "You say they are selfless and care about others. But what would the council say if they learned of your hidden desires, your affection that you have for your fellow Jedi?" 

For once, Anakin couldn't speak because the Chancellor's words struck him deeply. His eyes were fixed on the opera playing ahead of him as he slowly sunk into his chair. He wasn't watching the event, though; instead, he was fixated on his thoughts, his visions of your approaching demise, and the possibility that the council would learn of his feelings for you. They'd shun him. He couldn't save you if they were in the way. His heart was pounding, and his mind was racing. 

It was the Chancellor's voice that silenced his racing thoughts. 

“You ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise?” 

No, he would not let them stop him from loving you, from saving you.

Your saber clashed against Anakin’s as you traded swipes back and forth. He smirked as you narrowly missed his shoulder. You stuck out your tongue in reply.

It’d probably be easier to spar with someone else, you and Anakin had trained together as Padawans, practically grown up together. He knew every move you’d make before you could even think to make it. But, unfortunately for him, you could anticipate his every move as well.

You leaped as he swiped his saber at your feet, “missed again Ani,” you teased. You noticed a strange expression cross his face when you uttered his name, but it quickly vanished.

“You’re lucky today,” he smirked, “but luck runs out.” Anakin swiped his foot behind yours, causing you to tumble onto your back, he stood over you, lightsaber pointed towards your chest. 

You groaned, “fine, I yield.”

He chuckled as he switched his weapon off and offered you his arm to pull you to your feet. “Better luck next time?” he teased. 

“Ha ha,” you mumbled humorlessly, as you allowed him to pull you up.

"Let's not pretend you didn't cheat, Ani." You continued jokingly. You leaned over to grab your fallen lightsaber when you failed to notice the unknown expression resurfacing on his face. However, it did not completely disappear, his darkening eyes fixated on your body, images racing through his mind of scenarios unsuitable for a Jedi.

He adored it when you addressed him as such. 

His expression returned to normal as you straightened up, and he had a mischievous smile on his face once again. "Never, ever underestimate your opponent." He chuckled as he extinguished his lightsaber and attached the hilt to his belt.

“Yeah, Yeah.” You replied, the smile refusing to vanish from your expression. 

"Come now; I only tease." Anakin remarked softly, staring at you with a more genuine smile, one that could compete with the sun if he so desired. Since you were both padawans, he has consistently been an enchanting man. He had a way of charming himself out of most trouble and making one's heart feel like it was going to burst.

This was a secret you kept hidden within your heart for many years, the sentiments you had for Anakin that were more than just friendship. However, according to the Jedi code and attachment regulations, you did everything you could to drive those emotions away. Your feelings got less difficult to disguise as you practiced meditation and late-night self-reflection. In addition, you knew in your core that Anakin was an exceptionally gifted Jedi and that your affections for him were never going to be reciprocated. 

“Everything alright?” 

You recovered from your subconscious, glancing at Anakin as he stood directly in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed in slight concern. 

"Yes, I'm sorry." You replied before reactivating your lightsaber, your eyes bright with purpose and your smile returning. "Let's continue."

After many long hours of trading blows, you and Anakin were huffing, your foreheads drenched with sweat. 

“Call it a night?” you asked as Anakin wiped his brow clean. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed in reply, “it’s late, want an escort back to your quarters?”

You laughed. He didn’t. 

“No Ani it’s fine,” you promised, “I think I can manage the couple of steps it takes to get there.”

“It’s on my way anyway,” he protested.

You shot him a confused expression, “on your way to where?” 

“To the archives,” he told you nonchalantly, “I needed to look into something.”

Your brow furrowed, “look into what?”

He groaned, tugging gently at your arm, “just let me escort you.”

“Fine, fine,” you reluctantly caved.

He offered you his shoulder, a smirk painted on his face. You scoffed and punched his arm instead, causing a soft laugh to fall from his lips. 

He smiled and shook his head at your stubbornness, you never made anything easy. But it didn’t matter, he’d never been one to back down from a challenge.

The walk to your quarters passed quickly as you exchanged stories with Anakin. You clutched your stomach as tears rolled down your cheeks as he told you the story of his last battle with General Grevious. Anakin had spent so much time with Obi Wan over the years, Anakin’s impression of his sarcastic banter was spot on.

“Well this is me,” you joked, gesturing to your door. Anakin nodded but didn’t move to head towards the archives. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion, “…so I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

He seemed to snap from his momentary trance, “yes of course,” Anakin hesitated, “do you need anything else before I go?”

Your head cocked to one side, “no, not really.” 

Walking you to your room had been strange in itself, this was ridiculous. “Ani…” you bit your lip, “are you ok?”

Anakin seemed taken aback by your sudden question, “of course,” he composed himself, “I better be off to the archives, I’ll see you for training in the morning.”

You watched him walk off before slipping into your room. You sat down to meditate, but you couldn’t rid your mind of Anakin’s weird behavior. Something wasn’t right. 

You sighed, coming to terms with the fact that you would not be one with the force tonight and crawling into bed. As you drifted to sleep a thought popped into your head.

Weren’t the archives in the opposite direction?

Anakin sent a glass flying into his wall in frustration. He watched as it shattered, spraying shards onto the floor around his work desk. 

He threw his head into his hands. He could monopolize your training time, walk you to your quarters every night, wake up early to be at your door every morning.

But it would only take one second, one second where he left you alone, one second where he wasn’t right by your side, one second and you were gone forever. 

If he balled his fists any harder, his fingernails would slice the skin. He knew what he had to do. You might hate him for a moment, but he could live with that.

But if you died? There was no living if not with you.

The Jedi Temple was destroyed.

Your fellow Jedi were slaughtered in cold blood. 

You could feel your heart frantically beating as you rushed through the halls of pure massacre, the walls forever tarnished by the horrors that had been committed. Fellow Jedi that you’ve trained with are lying on the floor lifeless, and some are in cauterized pieces. You felt like you could throw up at any moment, the hilt of your lightsaber held in your shaky grasp. You were in a state of delirium; your thoughts were filled with dueling lightsabers and people screaming in fear. However, there was one thing that was absolutely certain.

You needed to find Anakin.

‘Please, let him be safe.’ You thought to yourself as you managed to turn a corner, your other hand gripping your ribcage, your heart threatening to explode. ‘By the force, please protect him.’ 

You were anxious to find him, yet filled with dread. Your mind was racing with images of his form in pieces, his eyes lifeless without any warmth. It almost made the journey too much to bear. 

You rounded another corner that led towards the entrance of one of the temple’s many great halls. As you pushed through the entrance, a heavy feeling filled your chest, and you were completely unable to go any further. Your eyes were wide, and you could feel your breath failing you. 

As you gazed into the distance, you noticed a familiar figure, clad in a brown robe with a hood covering his face, that you had never failed to recognize, even at a distance. As the figure walked towards you, a large group of clone soldiers followed behind him, weapons drawn. In his hand was his own lightsaber, which he clutched tightly in his grasp.

Anakin.

"Ani!” You cried, disengaging your lightsaber and rushing towards him with tears in your eyes, prepared and ready to meet him with a sense of relief. 

You threw your arms around him, tears rolling down your face as you sobbed. He returned your embrace, arms wrapping around the small of your back, pulling you into his chest.

“Ani,” you muttered between sobs, “I’m so glad you’re ok, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

He tightened his grip on your waist, holding you close, “I know what you mean…”

You sniffled as you tried to gather yourself, “Anakin, so many lives…” you hiccuped, “what happened.”

“Only what needed to.”

“What?” you exclaimed as you looked up to meet his eyes. 

The sight of his blood stained face made you gasp. No. This wasn’t the Anakin you knew. This couldn’t be happening.

But it was. The man you’d carried a torch for all these years, your best friend and confidant, stood before you, clothed in the blood of your friends.

You pushed against his chest, trying to escape from his grasp but he refused to let you go. He held you tightly against him with one arm, using his other hand to brush hair from your face affectionately. A gesture that once would have made you blush now filled you with malice.

“I know you don’t understand now, but you will my love,” he whispered, “now sleep.”

“Anakin…no…” you fought a losing battle to keep your eyes open. You were strong in the force, but Anakin was stronger.

Your head lulled to the side as you fell asleep in his arms.

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Being raised Mormon I can say that’s not what the Jedi are. Dooku was passed over for a council seat because he’d shown himself to be an arrogant loose cannon. It wasn’t retaliation, it was Dooku showing he didn’t deserve it, and the fact that he was resentful over it proved they were right not to give him the seat. It’s like when Anakin was denied the rank of master— if he really did deserve it, he would have demonstrated proper maturity when he was told it didn’t come free with a council seat. And Qui-Gon was canonically offered a council seat and turned it down, so he did not, in fact, hit a ceiling. As for manipulating parents of children in fraught situations— canonical citation needed, and Qui-Gon is the exception, not the rule, because he’s canonically a maverick.

*cracks knuckles*

That is one way to interpret Dooku being passed over for the seat, but I feel it’s good to consider the context. A sitting member of the council had just been killed under highly suspicious circumstances, but the rest of the council didn’t care to even do the most basic of investigating, they just told Dooku and Mace to retrieve her body for the funeral (where it would be ritually cremated without any autopsy) and come home; Dooku’s “loose cannon” behavior was him doing the bare minimum expected of his station and investigating the murder of a fellow Jedi, and his decision to do so led to him exposing a criminal conspiracy to seize control of an entire planet’s government. Jedi have been promoted for doing less, but here, the Council pass him over for a seat he had worked hard to get and they even go as far as to give the seat they knew Dooku hoped to have to the person who “tattled” on Dooku; while it’s deliberately ambiguous as to whether there was any malice behind their actions, it’s also extremely easy to see the whole situation as them vindictively snubbing Dooku in retaliation for him disobeying and disagreeing with them, or worse, ignoring Dooku’s achievements/trying to keep him from instituting reforms in favor of further packing the Council with a fellow traditionalist/hardliner (Windu) who won’t rock the boat. Again, whether that is what they intended is purposefully unclear; it may be completely true that they passed over Dooku because they sensed he was getting arrogant and reckless or that Mace wasn’t seeking power and just got handed the promotion to his surprise like he claimed, but the point in-story is that Dooku (and the audience) don’t know and have no way of knowing, fracturing his trust in them.

Qui-Gon, we’re kinda both right on. It’s mentioned that he rejected an offer to join the Council, but he did so because of his heavy disagreement with them on the Force and how Jedi should behave, and (depending on when the offer was meant to happen — they don’t give a date for it) may well have rejected it because he and his former master Count Dooku had been snubbed so many times prior. Note that at the same General time period that rejected offer would’ve happened, it’s mentioned repeatedly that pretty much everyone thinks Qui-Gon would’ve been much higher ranking if he followed the Council’s wishes and didn’t act like a “maverick”. A very big theme of a lot of stories focusing on Qui-Gon is that he hewed much closer to the Pre-Ruusan Jedi in attitude and belief system then most Jedi of his time and wasn’t always popular for it.

As for canon citations… firstly, here’s the story of Crys Taanzer, a major character from the Dark Times comic. Crys’ backstory is that she was a normal peasant woman living on a world that was caught in the crossfire of the Clone Wars, fought over by the Republic and Separatists less because it had any value to them and more just so the other side wouldn’t have it. Her village was destroyed in the fighting, her husband died, and the only hope she and her son had of survival was to get to transport offworld that the Republic was offering to civilian refugees… but the transports were woefully ill-equipped for their task, only capable of taking a few and being flown in very close to a warzone where the Separatists could break through at any moment. In that terrifying moment, when Crys was certain she and her son would die as clones and droids were slaughtering each other around them and the battle was drawing nearer every second, a Jedi approached them.

Not to help, but to offer to take her son away from the war. Not waiting until she and her son were evacuated to safety and in a situation where they wouldn’t be pressured to make a snap decision, swooping in at a moment of pure terror and desperation and framing the choice as “either you give us your son, or your son dies, by the way you have seconds to decide”. Preying on a traumatized, survival-mode mother’s desperation to save her child to get a new recruit in a time of war… and they don’t even bother to wait for her to fully make the decision or vocalize her consent.

And what happened next? Crys’ child was indeed take offworld to safety… and so was she mere moments later, when she got aboard the rescue transport as the droids broke the front. Without her family or anything at all of her home, Crys turned to crime out of desperation but was always able to hold onto hope because she imagined her son living in safety on Coruscant away from the fighting, that he would live a happy privileged life as a Jedi. And then she got news about Order 66, leaving her to rightfully assume her son was killed with the rest of the younglings when the Temple on Coruscant was raided (he actually survives, only because of being saved by K’Kruhk, but she never learns that and in fact dies thinking that she outlived him). As you might imagine, when we meet her in the present day of that comic, Crys hates the Jedi with a passion, holding them and the Republic/Empire responsible for her son’s presumed fate and for the ruination of her life, explicitly saying that if she had been given time to think, she’d have probably refused to let the Jedi take him.

Let me share another story. It’s from an issue of Star Wars Tales (note that Tales had both canonical and non-canon what-if/joke stories, but it clearly denoted which was which and this was a canon one). It’s called “Children of the Force.

It’s about Mace Windu dealing an a criminal who seems to be trying to kidnap a Jedi youngling. One thing leads to another and Windu manages to defeat the criminal… only for it to turn out that she’s not a criminal at all.

She was someone hired by the child’s parents, who regretted giving up their child to the Order and felt as if they had been taken advantage of, especially as the Order refused to return the child when asked. So they asked the Zeltron woman to get their baby back. After learning of all this, Mace decides to flex his weight on the Council and bend the rules this one time by “expelling” the kid from the Order and returning him to his parents. And he does it because of what’s written on that datapad in the pages above.

And this leads into another example itself, as Windu’s backstory is explained in another book, the awesome Shatterpoint by Matt Stover. Mace was born on the planet of Haruun Kal, a destitute world notorious for its inhospitable nature. It’s a planet mostly covered by a sea of toxic gases that most life can’t handle, meaning pretty much everything on the planet lives on its numerous mountains and plateaus, which are themselves covered in dense jungles and ferocious native animals. It’s a place with a long history of ethnic and sectarian conflict, known as the Summertime War. That’s the environment where Mace’s family lived and where he would’ve grew up, if the Jedi hadn’t come along and offered to take that child off his family’s hands. Literally going up to an impoverished family and dangling the carrot of lightening their load and providing a better life for their youngest in front of them. And as an added kick, take note of that message Mace got from his parents with the fact that Mace thought his parents were dead prior to receiving it; he had been told his mother and father had died in Haruun Kal’s jungles and that his nature as an orphan was the reason why Clan Windu had been willing to give him up.

Meaning either Mace was lied to and told he was an orphan so he wouldn’t have “attachments” to his homeworld, or his parents were only presumed dead and either couldn’t get in contact with Coruscant until Mace was already aged or the Order refused to give Mace back even after they turned out to be alive.

There are other examples, though these are ones that immediately come to mind. There is also numerous examples of the Post-Ruusan Jedi practice being condemned by both outside factions (most infamously Mandalorians) and splinter sects of the Jedi themselves (such as the Altisian Jedi and Corellian Jedi), and this was one of the reasons it was condemned. The Jedi being accused of baby-snatching is generally portrayed as something that is exaggeratory, but not entirely incorrect. It’s worth noting that the practice itself, as I’ve alluded to a few times, was not a hollowed tradition but a new and highly controversial reform enacted after the Ruusan Reformations (which can be blamed for pretty much everything bad about the Jedi by the time of the prequels), where a hardliner faction within the Order took control following the power vacuum created in it during the New Sith Wars. Said hardliners are the ones behind such ideas as “no families allowed, you will only know the Order and have no attachments” and expelling members for “Sith-like” thinking (which often translated to “suggesting a less dualistic and dogmatic interpretation of the Force”; such happened to the Potentium Jedi, who got accused of being a Sith plot to destroy the Jedi and banished from the Temple just for proposing that maybe the Council’s strict light side/dark side division wasn’t accurate or healthy and that powers weren’t inherently good or evil, it was how you used them).

To give you idea of how much of a change it was: the Darth Bane books and comics have a dramatic scene where a Jedi, Lord Hoth, has to make the call to start conscripting young Force sensitive people and taking them from their families to supplement the joint Jedi/Republic forces in the aforementioned New Sith Wars, and it’s treated as a horrific and tragic violation of Jedi beliefs, an act that would be heretical any other time but is now necessary because of how desperate the situation is. At the end of the books, as the reformations are happening, the newly-dogmatized Jedi Council is talking about making that the standard operating procedure, and as the prequels show, they later lower the age limit for “recruitment” to infancy in the name of “preventing attachments”.

Now all of that being said, I will cede that a pretty big chunk of this is Legends material and Legends was significantly more critical of the Jedi and willing to portray them as a deeply flawed institution; the story of the Jedi in Legends is basically one of them gradually and horribly losing their way following the events of the KOTOR era, being destroyed by their own failures, flaws, and sins, then being rebuilt in a better form and finding their way again under Luke. Disney so far has gone a lot easier on the Jedi in terms of critique. They’re still portrayed as flawed and having, to a degree, brought their fate on themselves and a fair amount of the stuff I’ve mentioned is still recognized by Disney as true, but to a much lesser degree then Legends took it. To give you an idea, Legends had backstory details about the Jedi and Republic committing pogroms and ethnic/cultural/sectarian cleansing against the ancient Sith, destroying or seizing their temples, artifacts, and records, killing or Force Severing their citizens and soldiers, and trying to basically destroy the Sith religion in retaliation for attacking the Republic even after the Sith had already been defeated, then later denying any of it happened and insisting that ackshully the Sith just inexplicably committed mass ritual suicide after the Jedi and Republic performed a totally justified preemptive attack where they totally didn’t intend to commit genocide, guys, we swear. None of this has been mentioned in Disney material, despite being a hugely important part of the backstory, worldbuilding, and storyline in Legends, and the Jedi have pretty uniformly been portrayed as good and the Sith uniformly evil in Disney, while Legends had plenty of sympathetic Sith/dark-sider characters.

Furthermore, it is important to note that Star Wars lore is — partly by design — full of conflicting information and opinions, is meant to be like real life in that there is many different but equally valid ways of interpreting the world and people and cosmology, and has its share of overlapping retcons besides. One of the most influential Star Wars producers ever, Pablo Hidalgo, has openly said that anything anyone says in-or-out-of-story about how the Force works, for instance, should be taken as their personal opinion and nothing more. That’s how far it goes and it applies even to people like George Lucas himself. So you could probably find plenty of SW fans out there who would say I’m totally off-base in my readings of all this stuff. Hell, you definitely could; I’m very much a Legends veteran who still holds to a lot of views on Star Wars that certain pockets of the fandom — like the Lucas Purists on places like r/MawInstallation — would disagree stridently with me and my personal Star Wars canon is a fusion of Disney and Legends material (but leaning towards Legends). Your readings on the Jedi are, correspondingly, just as valid as mine and your perspective as a former Mormon is just as valid as my perspective as a practicing Unitarian Universalist. This is very much a series where your personal canon is the only real canon when you get down to it.

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Hello there!! If you're a Star Wars fan and/or you like writing or D&D, I want to invite you to come vibe with us on our shiny new fan discord server!!

We're a community that has been running for ten years on other platforms and we're moving to our new home! We've got RP and writing of all genres, types (casual and literate!) and all eras, fan art, discussions, memes, a team of really cool GMs, and more. We're fully inclusive of all folx, opinions, and ideas, and we even have members from all over the world. Plus! We have a website with many features being built.

Our main story takes place in the 150s ABY, where the galaxy is at war and the One Sith have returned, so we have some cool as heck characters from the Legacy comic series (like Talon below!) but as I mentioned - we have everything from ancient tales of the Rakata to the Old Republic series to Fate of the Jedi. Even if you don't like writing, come hang out! Watch parties, forums, and events galore.

MTFBWY! ✨

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Anyone know of a good Star Wars community to join? Like any fan pages or discords or TikToks??

Just really hoping to expand past the clones and with more members of the Star Wars community

Dm if you do. Thanks!!

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This is why I love the Star Wars comunity

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Oola x Luke AU story idea (Version 2)

NOTE: I decided to write a second version of my story idea. This version is more faithful to the film version of Oola but she still survives & develops a close relationship with Luke. Today was another miserable day for Jabba's prized Twi'lek dancer Oola. She sat on his large throne, looking down at the floor. Thinking upon how she arrived here at the palace a year ago. She was the daughter of a high ranking chieftain back home on Ryloth. Even among her kind she was considered to be the most beautiful twi'lek to ever grace the planet. Her light green olive skin was truly something to behold. Oola at a young age began to practicing the art of dancing. It was always her dream to become a great dancer & perform in front of a crowd of thousands. She always felt so more free when she danced. Granted the dream she had would most likely never happen due her life circumstances. It was the night she performed a ritual dance for her clans guest; Bib Fortuna. He claimed to be the emissary of a wealthy nobleman called Jabba. Fortuna said that Jabba was a handsome individual who loved twi'lek culture & more importantly skillful twi'lek dancers. After seeing Oola's ritual dance he offers to take Oola to Jabba's Palace on Tatooine, where she would be his honored guest & the opportunity to be his prized dancer. For Oola this was amazing! The opportunity to finally lead a good life off Ryloth and to be the honored guest of this 'handsome' Jabba. Perhaps after performing for him he would adore her & make her his palace Queen. Perhaps even more. She begged her father to let her go & to chase her dreams while it was still possible for her to do so. He reluctantly agreed to Bib's offer & Oola would leave with him immediately for Tatooine. Oola was so excited! Especially to meet Jabba. When they arrived on Tatooine it wasn't what she expected. The whole planet was one big desert wasteland, not to mention it was owned by the Hutt Cartel. Fortuna first took Oola to another female twi'lek named Madam Garsa Fwip; who owned a cartina resort called the Sanctuary & was once a talented dancer back in her younger days. Fortuna tasked Madam Garsa to training Oola to dance in certain ways that Jabba would like. Oola didn't need much training given her background but proved herself to be extremely talented at the craft of dancing. Garsa congratulated Oola on her extraordinary talent & told Fortuna she was ready for Jabba. After they arrived at the palace Oola immediately knew something wasn't right. Disgusting ugly gamorrean guards quickly grabbed her & dragged her screaming to the main audience chamber. As soon as they entered in they immediately tossed Oola onto the metal grate that was the ground. Suddenly she heard a disturbing laugh that sounded too loud & booming to be a human. She looked up & saw a disgusting fat slug creature that was no doubt a Hutt. He stared at her with bright orange eyes with black slits. He licked the air with his horrible smiley tongue. Bib Fortuna stood right beside him smiling "Jabba meet Oola. The extremely talented twi'lek dancer from Ryloth I've told you about. I hope she impresses you. For her sake." Jabba laughed even more speaking in huttese "Hahaha! We'll see. I want to see her dance. I want to see her head-tails flying from side to side like the coming wind. Her body to move with the music fast. If she proves herself worthy and I will spare her life. If she fails then I shall take sweet pleasure in watching her die screaming. And poor Pateesa has been starving lately. I have no doubt her beautiful green flesh would taste sweet. Tell her!" Bib Fortuna translated for him "You will now dance for your new Master; Jabba The Hutt & if you value your pathetic life you will dance well. If you impress your Master well enough you will be his prized palace dancer & will sit along side him as his favorite. If you displease him then you shall pay with your life & be delivered to something far more horrific than your pretty little mind could imagine. Do you understand my dear?" Oola suddenly heard a deep growl coming from below her. Something was beneath her. Something monstrous. The very thing that would take her life if she failed. She looked back up & quickly nodded in fear. Fortuna was pleased that she understood. "Begin!" The band members that resided in the audience chamber began playing a instrumental version of the song Lapti Nek. Oola picked up on her cues quickly & got into the rhythm of the dance. Twirling her body left & right. As she continued the dance many of Jabba's guests (fellow scoundrels & criminals) began watching Oola. Becoming excited as she continued to move around the throne room. Kicking her legs up high for all to see. Demonstrating that she was not a common twi'lek dancer you would find in the slums of Coruscant. She began to sweat heavily as she continued to move under the chamber light. However it wasn't simply just heat but also fear. Fear of what would happen if she completed this dance. If she failed she would suffer a horrible fate & die. If she was successful she would be a slave to Jabba. Dancing for his pleasure over & over again. Granted at least she'll get to live. But to live as a slave is almost worse. As she continued on several beats she could tell that the song was coming to an end & with the last note she finished the performance off with a low kneel. She heard the crowd going wild with loud hoots of appreciation & clapping the dancer on a performance well done. Suddenly Jabba's voice bellowed "Bring her to me!" Fortuna came up from behind her, placing his filthy claws against Oola's back. Pressing her forward towards Jabba. Jabba grabbed a hold of her with stubby slimy fingers. Examining her once more, knowing it made her feel scared not knowing his verdict of her. "You danced well…slave." Jabba laughed with sadistic joy "We have a new dancer & now you belong to me till the day your life ends. Make no mistake lovely Oola…you will learn to appreciate me." Jabba then licked Oola's face with his filthy long tongue much to her disgust. "Oh yes…you will be my favorite." Soon after Bib Fortuna had picked out a rather revealing dancing attire for Oola. It was a black fishnet body stocking that left very little to the imagination concerning her breasts & hips. Along with a black leather thong concealing her pelvis area. Tight strapped sandals on her feet, along with a annoying head-dress she was forced to wear. The cones on it covered her twi'lek ears which bothered her. However the worst of it was the steel slave collar she was forced to wear. She couldn't stand it. After everything she ended up a slave, wearing very little to nothing. Fortuna connected a leash made of knotted leather to the collar & led her back to Jabba who took possession of the leash along with Oola. For the past year Oola had danced for Jabba's amusement, cleaning his filthy obese body & on rare days had to pleasure him by allowing him to touch her green skin. He would often lick her & drool over her like she was a prepared meal. She hated every minute of it but more importantly she hated him. Whenever she saw him eat one of his paddy frogs she hoped he would choke to death on it. It would be a fitting end for a monster like him but the universe apparently wasn't so kind anymore. Men like Jabba reigned untouched while innocent people such as Oola suffered greatly. All for his enjoyment. She became a star attraction at the palace. Many of Jabba's patrons would come to watch her dance. Granted like Jabba they watched her with lustful eyes & thirsty mouths. No sympathy at all for the girl's poor situation or the fact she was a slave. All they cared about was her body moving fast to the music beat. She even overheard some of them betting on her life. "She won't last much longer. Sooner or later she'll displease him somehow & we'll finally get some REAL entertainment. I bet she'll die screaming in the pit." "I mean yeah she's pretty & all but at the end of the day slaves are replaceable. Even twi'leks like her." "She might dance well for a slave but Jabba will tire of her eventually. And then the Rancor will receive a nice tasty twi'lek snack." Hearing such things made her soul break. She meant nothing to these hive of scoundrels. Just a dancer whose life depended on the quality of her performance & if her 'Master' was satisfied with it. She once witnessed Jabba execute a man who was caught stealing credits from his vault. The Hutt activated the trap door which dropped the man into the pit. Everyone gathered around to watch. She caught someone saying "I wish it was the twi'lek getting it but this will do!" The man stood in the pit, afraid of what was to come. Begging for his life in huttese. Hoping that Jabba would spare him. But Jabba never spared thieves. The massive steel gate began to activate & rise up. Revealing the hideous Rancor that lived on the other side. Oola's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was larger than a bantha! It's skin dark brown but scaly like a reptile. It's clawed hands long enough that they could probably tear down the chamber grate. And it's rows of teeth were razor sharp. Oola knew the man had no chance of survival. The Rancor roared loudly & quickly grabbed it's screaming prey. Forcing the man into it's large jaws & devoured him. " Oola turned her face away in disgust when she heard his bones crunch. Jabba then grabbed her by her cheeks, forcing her to witness the rest. "You will do well to obey me lovely Oola. It would be such a shame to see someone as beautiful as you end up in the jaws of the Rancor. But make no mistake my dear, if you become more trouble than you're worth I will enjoy watching Pateesa feast upon your bones." Jabba said giving Oola a lick on her lekku, making her skin crawl with revulsion. Several days later the palace received two visitors who were droids: C-3PO & R2-D2. Who claimed that they had a message from Luke Skywalker; the great Jedi Knight who was battling against the Empire & a member of the Rebel Alliance. Oola had heard many stories about him, so much so that she developed a crush on the young Jedi. Luke via hologram offered Jabba a deal; bargaining for the release of his friend Captain Han Solo. A former smuggler who worked for Jabba but failed him once too many times. Now he was frozen in carbonite & used as decoration for Jabba's throne room. Sometimes Oola thought it looked worse than being dead. Skywalker was hoping they could come to an understanding otherwise "unpleasant confrontation" would take place. As a token of his appreciation he even offered the service of his droids to Jabba. Oola knew tho what his answer would be. Ultimately Jabba declared that there would be no bargain & that Solo was now his property. Much like Oola was. Later that evening Oola was performing another dance for Jabba's court. The music playing was the vocal version of Lapti Nek, performed by Sy Snootles & her band mates Max Rebo & Droopy McCool. Tonight Oola kept her mind off Jabba & thought about the handsome Jedi Knight she saw on the hologram. His handsome facial features, his soothing voice. Oola would be lying if she said she wasn't infatuated with him. Especially the stories others told of his bravery against the evils of the galaxy. Perhaps when he comes here he'll rescue her as well. Yes, her freedom would be restored & she could finally be away from this planet, away from Jabba. Oola's daydreaming got her into such a mood that she began dancing the best performance of her life. She moved her body fast with such grace & elegance, that some of the crowd members wondered if it was a really twi'lek dancing or a divine goddess in disguise. Jabba himself became insanely lustful after watching her perform her greatest dance yet. So much so that he began to pull Oola's leash hard! Wanting her to pleasure him again. Oola however refused to endure such treatment again. Not tonight. She just needed to dance. Oola spoke in huttese "Please I just wanna dance!" Jabba spoke back "Come to me my lovely pet!" Oola responded "I don't want to pleasure you!" Jabba roared "I said come here now!" He pulled the leash even harder dragging Oola forward till her feet were above the trap door that led to the Rancor Pit. Oola begged once more, not realizing how close to death's door she really was. "Master please stop!" Jabba at this point finally had enough. She would pay with her life for this insolence. Before he had a chance to hit the trap door button a loud blaster bolt was heard throughout the palace. Everyone was startled by it, including Oola. Who was quickly pulled to the throne by Jabba, laying against his filthy obese body, in fear of the palace's unwelcome guest. After one of the palace guards had been tossed aside trying to stop the intruder, from the dark corridor came a masked bounty hunter calling himself Boushh. With him was his wookie prisoner; Chewbacca. Captain Solo's first mate & friend. Boushh was trying to negotiate the price of the wookie. Saying he would only agree to 50,000. No less. When C-3PO translated the price for Jabba he became enraged. Demanding why he must pay 50,000 for a bounty that was originally 25,000. Boushh's response was pulling out a thermal detonator. Threatening to kill everyone in the room. Everyone panicked, including Oola whose heart was beating with fear. However Jabba simply laughed with amusement. Rather than being intimidated by Boushh's negotiation tactic, he was impressed. Liking his style. He agreed to pay him only 35,000. Boushh accepted the amount & deactivated the detonator. The wookie was quickly taken away to the dungeons by gamorrean guards. The party was soon back in swing, in celebration of Chewbacca's capture. Jabba demanded that Oola go back to performing & that she must dance twice as hard as punishment for disobeying him earlier. Oola reluctantly got up from the stone dias & began doing another dance that lasted for almost an hour before retiring for the rest of the night. She was beyond exhausted. At least he didn't cast her into the pit. Later that night it was revealed that the bounty hunter Boushh was actually the Princess of Alderaan; Leia Organa. One of the key leaders of the Rebel Alliance & Captain Solo's lover. Turns out while everyone was asleep, she freed Solo from his carbonite prison. She attempted to smuggle both of them out but they were quickly caught by Jabba & his forces. He suspected immediately that there was something not right about the bounty hunter & his instincts proved him right. Solo was soon taken away to the dungeons, after failing to make a deal for his release. After Leia was captured by Jabba, he considered making her into a slave at first but decides that interrogation & imprisonment might prove more useful. Not to mention how much the Empire is willing to pay for her. Later that evening Luke arrives at the palace, Oola sees him come in into the audience chamber and tries to speak "It's you isn't it? You're him! You'e Luke Skywalk.." Jabba yanks her chain, silencing her. This bothers Luke greatly, seeing a young girl being enslaved & abused by slime such as Jabba. After trying to bargain with Jabba Luke says "Nevertheless, I'm taking Captain Solo, his friends & her as well. As far as I'm concerned slavery is something that should have ended on this planet a long time ago. You can either profit by this or be destroyed. It's your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate my powers." Jabba was becoming more angry minute by minute. Oola then noticed that Luke was standing on the trap door that led to the pit. "Skywalker you're standing on the.." Before she could finish her sentence Jabba yanked her chain again, proclaiming that there would be no bargain. Soon Jabba activates the trap door Luke is standing on that leads to the pit dungeon. Luke drops down below along with a gamorrean guard who grabbed him. After they both land in the pit, Oola watches in terror as Jabba's pet Rancor is unleashed upon them. She whined in disgust when she saw the gamorrean guard get eaten. But became frightened for Luke when the Rancor turned its attention to him. However Luke battled the Rancor in the pit, amazing Oola regarding his bravery towards the beast. Eventually when Luke was cornered, he grabbed a humanoid skull & threw it at the button on the wall which resulted in the pit gate coming down on the Rancor's head, killing it. Oola was beyond astounded. He had killed the Rancor! She cheered for him which resulted in Jabba pulling her leash even harder. He was very upset that his favorite pet beast had died. Jabba sentences Luke, Han, Leia & Chewbacca to death by having them delivered to the Sarlacc Pit, where they will digested for a thousand years. The next day Jabba travels the Dune Sea in his sail barge to the Sarlacc Pit. Bringing with him Oola, C-3PO & R2-D2. They soon arrive to the pit and Luke gives him one last chance to free them or die. Jabba of course doesn't listen & orders for them to be executed. Luke gives the signal to R2-D2 to launch his lightsaber. He grabs it & begins fighting back against Jabba's forces, along with his friends (including Lando who was disguised as a palace guard) Oola watches in amazement realizing that Luke Skywalker is an actual Jedi & that Jabba is powerless against him. Oola was now inspired. She was ready to fight back against her oppressor. To rebel! She immediately grabbed a statuette & used it to smash the control panel which threw the observation deck into darkness. Jabba was scared & confused, as he should be. Suddenly Oola wrapped her leash around Jabba's bulbous neck & began to tightly strangle him. She pulled harder, remembering all the terrible things he had done to her. Pulling even harder, for every time he hurt her, starved her, had her beaten & violated her for his perverse pleasure. And now he would die by the very distasteful object he had forced her to wear around her neck for a year. Jabba roared with rage, realizing he would die at the hands of a slave. With one last tight pull...Jabba was dead. It was finally done. Oola had avenged herself. R2-D2 soon cut Oola's leash off & she immediately made her way up to the deck where Luke instructed her to get the barge gun & point it at the deck (which in turn would cause the sail barge to explode once fired) Oola hangs on to Luke as he swings them both over the the skiff controlled by his friends, soon collecting the droids & leave as the sail barge explodes into flames. Oola thanks & hugs Luke for rescuing her as he leaves for Dagobah to visit Master one last time. Meanwhile Oola is taken back to Home One, where she gets some fresh new clothes. Later during the mission briefing for Endor, she willingly volunteers to join the rebels when they go to the Endor planet (wanting to make a difference in the galaxy) Suddenly Luke comes in & Oola is excited to see him as he is to see her. The two talk about how differently their lives changed in the past few years (Luke once a farm boy now a rebel Jedi knight fighting for the galaxy's freedom & Oola once a chieftain's daughter on Ryloth & a slave girl, is now a rebel fighter seeking the same freedom) Oola tells Luke that he means much to the galaxy & to her. While she was enslaved at Jabba's Palace she had almost no hope, but then she heard the stories about Luke Skywalker; a simple farm boy from the same planet who fought against the Empire & became a Jedi. Something Oola thought was only a myth. But he was no myth. He was real & perhaps her freedom could be too. This lifted her spirits so much so that she performed her best dances (thinking about Luke Skywalker) Luke after hearing this becomes very emotionally attached to Oola. The two soon share a deep passionate kiss but have to break away for the mission. Unknown to Luke, Palpatine can feel the intense connection forming between Luke & Oola and has a plan to use it for his goal to turn Luke to the darkside. Oola's team on Endor soon get ambushed by a Death Trooper squad who kill everyone else except her. She's soon transported back to the Death Star. Later Luke is taken there too, after surrendering himself to Vader (in hopes to turn his father back to the light side) Palpatine tells Luke that his father can't be saved & that the shield generator location being leaked was his plan & that the whole mission was a trap set by Palpatine himself. The Emperor then signals the guards to bring out Oola (who is now bound in cuffslinks) and is forced to sit below Palpatine (like a slave again) He knows how much Luke cares for her already & how far he'll go to protect her. He tells him how Oola will be his personal slave & how she will serve him greatly. This causes Luke to strike but Vader protects his master. During the battle Vader tells Luke that he can't be saved from the darkside & that the only way to save Oola is to embrace it. Vader begins to slowly force choke Oola, in hopes of making Luke give in to hatred & fear. This causes Luke to go dark, screaming "LEAVE HER ALONE!!!" He attacks Vader violently, cutting off his cybernetic hand. Palpatine tells him to finish Vader off & take his father's place by the Emperor's side. Oola fearing what Luke is turning into tells him "Luke...No. No. Don't become him. Not after everything you've done for me. For them! For the entire galaxy. Not you" Luke after hearing Oola's pleas looks at his own robotic hand & realizes Oola is right. This is not the Jedi way. Luke refuses to kill his father or turn to the darkside. proclaiming himself a Jedi just like his father. Palpatine realizing he's failed, begins attacking Luke with his force lightning and does the same to Oola when she tries to intervene. As Vader watches his son & his son's friend slowly dying he turns back to the light & kills the Emperor. Luke & Oola carry Vader back to the shuttle till he demands that Luke removes his mask, so he can look upon his son's face with his own eyes. Luke takes it off and the two stare at each other. Vader tells them both to go, saying that Luke already saved him & that he was right about him. Vader/Anakin soon dies & Luke grieves with Oola who hugs him tightly. Together they fly away from the Death Star just as the rebels led by Lando, blow it up as the shield gets taken down on Endor thanks to Solo, Leia, Chewbacca & the Ewoks. Back on Endor Luke gives his father a jedi funeral via fire pyre. Wondering if he could have saved him. Oola holds his hand tightly watching the flames. Meanwhile our heroes are having a full celebration with the Ewoks regarding the fall of the Empire & the return of the Republic as well as the Jedi. Luke sees the force ghosts of Obi-Wan, Master Yoda & his father Anakin Skywalker, smiling knowingly at him. During the party, Oola decides to perform the best dance of her life for Luke (With the Ewoks playing music & her wearing a ceremonial dress that they gave to her) after completing her amazing performance, Luke & Oola hold each other & kiss one last time. THE END...possibly. NOTE: This is simply a blueprint for a fanfic idea. Feel free to be inspired to use or write your version of these events & may the Force be with you.

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Ties That Bind Part 2

Pairing: Yandere!Anakin Skywalker x Fem Jedi!Reader

TW: General Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder, Angst, Arguing.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys the second installment of Ties That Bind! I really enjoyed writing this with the amazing @britany1997! She is just so pleasant to work with and made this collab fun and exciting! Please, make sure to support both writers by reblogging both versions. Both writers put equal amount of work into this collab and both deserve equal treatment. Reblogs are always appreciated!

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When you regained consciousness, your eyes began to flutter open. The momentary confusion was evident in your gaze, and the surroundings around you felt hazy. However, the darkness was something you easily recognized. Your brows furrowed in slight pain, and you felt a severe headache pounding against your skull. Your Jedi senses appeared dull, leaving you feeling a touch jaded. While your mind was trying to catch up, you laid there for a brief period of time, letting your fingertips feel the silk sheets of a strange bed.

Slowly, you sat up in bed, wincing slightly as the movement worsened the ache in your head. Your eyes finally began to adjust as you took in your surroundings. Your brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of your surroundings, scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment. The fog of unconsciousness slowly lifted, allowing you to regain a basic awareness of your immediate environment. It was dark; the walls and floor were painted black, which matched the furniture within, and the blinds of the window shielded the outside world. The room looked extravagant yet simple, which reminded you of your home back in the temple-

The temple. 

There was a subtle shift in your facial expression—a flicker of recognition—as your mind grappled with a dark realization. Your eyes widened as you proceeded to throw off the sheets, trying to hastily spring from the strange bed. You yelped when you almost stumbled, and your legs were tangled in the sheets due to haste. Your mind was in shambles as you continued your way to the window, blocking out any source of light. Despite your headache and the panic surging through you, you pressed the button on the wall to remove the blinds. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight, wishing that you had stayed unconscious. 

You were surrounded by land that had been burned by fire, molten from lava, and much more. This gave you the impression that you were in an inferno or inside a volcano that destroyed everything around it. There are many tales of a planet like this that you have heard over the years.

Mustafar. 

Your heart began to race as your mind whirled. ‘No, no, no,’ you repeated to yourself over and over again. You begged to be awoken from your slumber, surely this could be nothing but a bad dream.

But as much as you pleaded, you would never wake. Your nightmares had turned to reality.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you fought a losing battle to stay calm. You fell against the door, pounding it with your fists and sobbing as you called for Anakin. 

When no one answered your pleas, and the door remained firmly shut, you pressed your back against it and slid down. With your knees to your chest and your head in your hands, you wept.

You wept for all the lives lost in the temple massacre as every face you would never see again passed through your memory. You wept for Anakin and whatever sickness had overtaken him to act with such carelessness for life. But most of all, you wept for yourself.

What had you done wrong? What atrocity had you committed to be deserving of such a harsh fate? 

You were a prisoner who’d committed no crime, and you fought to resign yourself to an unknown future. You were at the mercy of a man you’d once thought more virtuous than any other. He’d taken everything from you.

After a few hours of weeping, you began to hear the distinct sounds of approaching footsteps from the hallway, heading towards your room. Your mind switched into defensive mode, quickly bringing yourself to your feet and facing the closed metal door. Your heart pounded against your chest, with anxiety and adrenaline rushing through your veins. You feared not what you would see on the other side.

But rather who. 

It was at this point that the footsteps halted in front of the metal door, after which it automatically opened. The sliding of the door revealed the last person you had ever wanted to see, as your heart would no longer be able to withstand it. You couldn't bear to see him.

Anakin stood in the doorway, dressed in his previous robes. Your eyes darted over the fabric, looking for any hints of blood, that horrific shade of red that used to appear across the floor of the temple and in the cauterized wounds of your fellow Jedi. However, those hints were nonexistent, and you felt sick to realize that there was a glimmer of relief you possessed within. Perhaps he didn’t want to upset you more. 

He moved towards you, kneeling to your level, his hand outstretched to cup your cheek. You recoiled out of instinct, turning your head to avoid the caress of your captor.

A look of pain crossed Anakin’s face before he quickly masked it. This was what he’d been afraid of. He’d let the whole galaxy think he was cruel, but not you. He’d never hurt you. He loved you. Why couldn’t you understand that?

“My love…” Anakin began, but you cut him off with a humorless laugh.

“Love?” you scoffed, “is that what this is to you?”

You turned to meet his gaze and your heart clenched inside your chest. His eyes looked into yours with longing and desperation. But their yellow tone confirmed your fears and reminded you of what he was. He was not your Anakin, not anymore.

“This is not love,” you whispered, “love should never come at such a high and terrible price.”

Though he hid it well, frustration ran through Anakin. He had to make you see.

He caught your wrist in his hand and brought it to his chest, holding your palm over his heart. You gasped and tried to pull back, but he would never let you go.

“Please listen,” he begged.

You sighed, if only to understand why he had done what he’d done, you would listen.

“I’ve spent my whole life loving you,” he confessed, “I couldn’t let some code keep us apart my love. You are my world, my whole universe, without you there is no reason to breathe. I could not stand another night pretending that I don’t want you, that I don’t need you. I’d sooner destroy every planet than live only loving you from a distance. I couldn’t keep denying what was true in my heart.” His grip tightened gently on your hand that was still pressed to his chest. 

“I would do anything for you baby,” he leaned forward until his lips were pressed to the shell of your ear, “I already have.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears once more; the sick affection lacing his words made your heart skip a beat, and if the situation had been different, you would have returned his passion. However, the haunting images of those people who’d once walked among you, now dead in the hallways, couldn’t leave your thoughts. 

“Anakin…” You began, your tears threatening to fall down your face once more as your body became rigid from the way his forehead pressed against your temple, his lips brushing against your skin. “You killed innocent people, our people; I would have never agreed to this!” 

You pulled away from him slightly, making Anakin reluctantly follow suit as your eyes met once more, his yellow irises seeming to pierce your entire being. His grip on your hand pressed against his chest was strong, refusing the notion of losing your sacred touch. 

“I know you wouldn’t, my love,” He replied, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “You’re so sweet and innocent, but that’s why I had to take you baby, don’t you understand?” Anakin brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “every night I’d be plagued by visions of your corpse my love, I needed to protect you but the high council never would have let us be together. I did this for you. I refuse to lose you over some code; I’ll destroy the entire galaxy if it means making you mine and safe.” 

His golden gaze darkened for a moment, which you almost didn’t catch. The idea of his visions coming true caused a sick feeling that threatened to overtake him. 

“You’ll understand that one day.” He concluded. 

Your jaw dropped. You were sure Anakin had had his fair share of girls falling at his feet, and maybe one of them would have envied your position.

But you were a Jedi Knight. You were once a youngling, chosen to be a Padawan, eventually advancing to your station now. You’d earned your place alongside Anakin and all those who had fought to maintain order and justice for the peace and freedom of the galaxy.

You may be sweet, but you were not innocent, and you certainly didn’t need anyone else’s protection.

The fear that had crept into your heart was replaced by a burning anger. It wasn’t up to anyone but yourself to decide what was best for you. Anakin wasn’t the master of your fate, you were.

“Anakin,” you began, maintaining your calm demeanor so as not to upset your captor, “you have to let me go. Nothing will hurt me Ani, I’m going to be fine, but you must atone for your crimes.”

You gathered your courage, “what you did was wrong, no matter if you think you did it for the right reasons. You have to turn yourself in, and you have to let me go.”

Anakin’s eyes widened, his heart racing from the words he was hearing fall from your precious lips. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. In his mind, he thought you would have been happy for what he did—fall into his arms and return his feelings. He didn’t expect you to retaliate and say such horrible things. You’ve never spoken against him before, ever. 

“Turn myself in?” He repeated as his eye gave a subtle twitch, his yellow orbs darkening as he tried to swallow his anger. “Don’t you turn against me now; nothing is going to harm you because I’m here, without the code getting in my way. You're safe because of me. You would do well to remember that, my love.” 

"No Anakin..." You whispered, pulling yourself out of his grasp once more, the storm in your eyes growing stronger yet the breaking of your heart was undeniable. "I'm imprisoned by a monster and I would rather die than return your feelings." 

"W-What?" He whispered, feeling like his heart was being ripped from his chest. It was like he could barely breathe. as panic began to course through him for the first time in a long while.  "Don't you ever say that to me."

"I love you, my sweet girl..." Anakin continued, trying to step closer to you but you continued backing away. He felt like he could die at this moment, being refused your affection and love. "I know you feel the same way..." 

"I did once..." You answered, sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing your arms, ignoring the tears threatening to escape you once more. "But I will never love a monster, the Anakin I loved is gone."

Anakin fought to keep tears from rolling down his cheeks, your words cut deeper than any swipe of a lightsaber he’d ever received. You were his everything, yet here you were, treating him as if he were nothing.

“Then the Anakin you loved was a lie,” he whispered, “I am who I’ve always been.”

He grasped your wrist firmly, careful not to hurt you but desperate to remind you that he was a powerful man. “All I want,” he ran a hand down your cheek causing you to flinch away, making his heart clench, “all I’ve ever wanted…was you.”

You pulled your wrist from his grasp. He sighed as he let you. “Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go, not ever.” 

You lip quivered as you fought back tears of your own. 

“I’ll be back when you’ve learned to accept that,” he told you, his voice breaking. The door closed behind him, sealing you into your room that might as well have been a cell.

“No! Wait!” you rushed to pound on the door but to no avail.

“Let me go Anakin,” you sobbed, “you have to let me go. Please, please let me go.” Your body shook and you choked as your tears flowed, forming a puddle on the ground.

Anakin leaned on the other side of the sealed door, head in his hands as his own tears fell. He hated to hear you so upset. He longed to pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around your cute, tiny frame. He imagined how he’d hum to you and dry your tears as he rocked you back and forth. 

Yet he knew that you’d only reject his comforting embrace. He wept, your desperate cries too much for him to bear. He’d do anything for your love. 

Anything but let you go.

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[melwa-rat]

Padmé actually makes me so heartbroken guys.

[superectojazzmage]

Is it really wrong to try and wipe the Sith out for good? They're not victims here. It's a "religion", as you put it, that promotes ruthlessness, treachery, evil, and doing whatever you can for a modicum of power. The Sith are hardly victims.

Take note of my comment on my post about how Legends was significantly more willing to portray gray areas in the Jedi-Sith dichotomy and feature sympathetic Sith/Dark Sider characters. That extends to the Sith culture/religion in general.

Legends was a lot more willing to flesh out the Pre-Ruusan Sith and make them feel like an actual functioning society with its own culture and attitudes and traditions and virtues, not just Evil McEmpire. There’s no denying that there were plenty of evil Sith Pre-Ruusan, there absolutely were. And there’s no denying their culture is portrayed as pretty brutal and barbaric by our standards and the Republic’s in-universe standards. And there’s no denying that their complete immersion in the Dark Side and lack of Balance at the expense of the Light is just as unhealthy and destructive to them and others as the Jedi’s Post-Ruusan puritanical hatred of the Dark Side becomes. The Sith are meant as a counterpart to the Jedi narratively, and just as how Legends portrays the Jedi’s story as one of falling to their own flaws and sins but learning and rebuilding themselves anew, the Sith’s story is one of their once-great people being slowly destroyed and warped into a twisted, hateful mockery (Darth Bane’s Rule of Two cult) by their inability to change, their own failings and mistakes, and the outside persecution from their enemies… but unlike the Jedi, they ultimately fail to learn and grow and end up dispersing into other, better groups like the Jensaarai or Lost Tribe or dying out because of it.

But Legends also made a point to regularly emphasize that they were still people, and just as capable of good or evil as any other — highlighted by the fact that Light Side Sith were considered a thing that was actually possible, that using the Dark Side was not always treated as evil, nor was being a Dark Side user always considered as definitely meaning you were a bad person, nor did being Light Side user inherently mean you were good. The ancient Sith culture and its offshoots like the Lost Tribe are portrayed as engaging in things we’d see as evil, realpolitik and slavery and imperialism and expansionism… but so are a lot of the “good guy” factions like the Republic. The Sith are indeed shown have a brutal culture that emphasizes marital prowess and cunning and enforcement of the hierarchy and power-seeking and willingness to do anything for either the greater cause, but there’s also shown to be a lot of emphasis on things like loyalty to family and lords, strict codes of honor and conduct that everyone follows (which seem strange and arguably hypocritical to us, but are shown to make perfect sense to them), hierarchal respect/filial piety/ancestor veneration, self-sacrifice for the community and the cause, upwards mobility, and meritocracy where you only get to keep the power you prove yourself worthy to have and are expected to use it responsibly. They’re not all bloodthirsty sociopaths — in fact, most of them aren’t like that.

And many of the powers associated with the Sith are shown to be capable of being used by Jedi without problem as long as they’re used responsibly and for the right reasons, and vice versa, some Jedi moves are shown to be easily capable of being abused in the same ways they claim Sith moves to be. Great Jedi like Kyle Katarn and Plo Koon and others are shown to be able to use Force Lightning without issue — with the latter even being told by the Council to keep experimenting carefully with using it during the aforementioned Post-Ruusan period where Jedi became significantly more rigid. Other Jedi like Jorus C’Baoth use things like the Mind Trick to straight up mentally torture and mind control people, yet it’s still regular Jedi curriculum despite its obvious bad applications, a fact which is used to highlight how hypocritical the Jedi could be at times. And stuff like Force Healing injured people is actually considered a Dark Side move, due to the fact that it requires more exertion of one’s own will on the Force.

Again, this is not to deny that the Sith are portrayed — even in Legends — as conquering empire. But it’s not nearly as black and white as some of the worse writers tried to paint it nor as Disney canon so far as depicted it, and even then Disney canon hasn’t really featured much focus on the Sith at all and this may change as they get more Post-Disney appearances and Disney starts tackling the Pre-Ruusan days. There are meant to be shades of grayness and the Sith’s descent from a proper culture themselves into a hateful cult hiding in the shadows plotting their revenge is also shown as the Jedi tragically creating their own worst enemy with their mistakes, them and the galaxy paying for the sins and misdeeds of their ancestors, tying into the franchise’s larger themes of generational strife, senseless cycles of revenge, and the struggle to break those things.

The comparison I like to make is to the ancient Central American cultures of real life (which seem to have partially inspired Sith culture, with stuff like their propensity for pyramids) such as the Aztecs and Mayans. Were they brutal, imperialistic, cutthroat, and zealous by our modern standards and even by the standards of many of their contemporaries? Absolutely. Did that justify the persecution, colonialism, exploitation, oppression, forced conversion, and pogroms carried out against those same cultures by the Spanish Conquistadors? Absolutely not.

And to finish off, I’m once again going to emphasize another point on my original post. Namely that Star Wars lore is deliberately meant to inspire many different viewpoints and interpretations and that your personal canon is the only real one ultimately. Meaning that you’re free to disagree with my takes here and think that I’m totally off-base in my interpretations of these stories and their messages and worldbuilding, or just respectfully agree to disagree. I’m just trying to spell out my opinions and takes on Star Wars lore and why I go that way with my Star Wars canon.

[ask-gazimon]

Y’know, when I first heard of Count Dooku, I instinctively assumed his name was spelled Duku, because I thought it sounded like “dooky” and figured that could only be coincidence.

Then I learned the truth, and I have silently judged the Star Wars fandom ever since. I have waited patiently for my time to emerge from the shadows and whisper that which I pray frustrates them as much as their rabid fan base frustrates me.

💩 C o u n t D o o k y 💩

[uwingdispatch]

I just want to know that every time one of y’all reblogs my art, whether it’s my writing or my jewelry or my goofy apparel, it cures my depression. I love y’all. You’re the best.

[himekasza]

Have you ever wondered where you can find Mas Amedda in the Star Wars comics? 🧐 Yes, of course! I know you have. Let me show you, let me show you…

(But only in the five issues with him that I have. <3)

Spoiler warning for Darth Vader (2020) 14, 17, 33 and Crimson Reign 1-2.

Darth Vader (2020) 14

Pages 5-6, 10-11

A beautiful shadow.

Darth Vader (2020) 17

Pages 18-22

That's the hottest issue of them all. Thank you Raffaele Ienco. 🙏

Darth Vader (2020) 33

Page 3

Crimson Reign 1

Page 29

Crimson Reign 2

Page 24

That's it... :)

Where else can we find him in the comics? Darth Vader (2017) 1, Darth Vader (2017) 5, Darth Vader (2017) 16 (Holonet image) (In flashback(s)), Lando 1, Darth Vader (2020) 1, Darth Vader (2020) 6, Darth Vader (2020) 11, Darth Vader (2020) 12, Darth Vader (2020) 13 (In flashback(s)), Darth Vader (2020) 35, Darth Vader (2020) 37 (Appears in hologram), Crimson Reign 3 (In flashback(s)), Jedi of the Republic – Mace Windu 5 (Appears through imagination), Star Wars: The Prequel Trilogy – A Graphic Novel.

You can share your Mas Amedda with me :)))

[venture-pictures]

Landing at point rain has to be one of my fave Clone Wars eps!