#lady vader

[endeavorssimp]

I saw this absolutely gorgeous dress while scrolling though Pinterest and I just couldn’t resist drawing Imperial!Padmé in it

[ontherocks21]

Someday I'll Write It:

They called her Lady Vader when they thought she was out of earshot.

But their whispers weren't as quiet as they prided themselves on -- she always heard.

At first, the name was like a sharp knife edge drawn along her soft, pale skin. She bled. No, she outright hemorrhaged from such an evil association.

No one understood the tight rope she and her husband walked to play the Empire right under its very nose. And to navigate such a precipitous wire under very public scrutiny added a pressure that would crush most couples beneath its clandestine, strenuous weight.

But they had carried heavy secrets since the start of their relationship that additional strain was barely of concern or notice to either of them at this point.

Like oxen under an overburdened yoke, they just put their heads down and trundled forward. Together.

So when 'at first' turned into 'on the regular', she embraced it. Her wardrobe darkened to blacks and deep browns to mimic her husband's public silhouette. Ironically, the more her fabrics shrouded and shaded her, the less severe her hairstyle and makeup became, as if softening her face could remind them of what really mattered.

She was love walking in shadow.

And so eventually, Lady Vader became a mantle to be worn with pride.

Image credit: Eli Hyder

[lazerswordweilder]

Sapphic au where literally nothing in the story changes except that Vader/Anakin’s a woman not a man.

The only other thing that changes is Anakin inherited the impossible pregnancy genes and is the one in the wlw couple who got pregnant (or Padmé could be a trans woman therefore capable of impregnating someone? I don’t know).

Also for extra angst points, because they thought the war was going to be over (also Anakin was due very soon) her and Padmé finally got married and so close to giving birth, wedding dress splattered in the blood of children, elaborate hair falling apart and mascara running down her cheeks, Anakin cries on the floor during RotS.

Yes the song Prom Dress by Mxmtoon has been stuck in my head, go listen to it

[hilbrandbos]

I am your mother...

In a parallel galaxy far, far away...

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine you are Anakin’s Padawan who sacrifice for the Master you love in order to prevent his fall to darkness and become Lady Vader. Together with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, the anguished Anakin is trying all he can in his power to bring you back to life. Part I.

Warnings: none exactly. It’s too long and there’ll be a part 2.

Warnings 2: based on “The Clone Wars” and “Episode III: Revenge of the Sith”, with alterations. Padmé plays the role of an ex flame to Anakin. 🤭

Warnings 3: loosely based on “This Love”, “I Did Something Bad”, “Look What You Made Me Do”, “Wildest Dreams”, all songs by Taylor Swift. 😏

***

Preface.

A cape slips over your body as the hood that falls upon your face hides your features. Your frame is barely perceptible: you are like a ghost, floating over the floor, invisible to some, erased from most people’s memories.

You follow your new master, observing his plans in destroying new planets all the while he’s architecting the destruction of innocents. You give the order 66. You are not yourself anymore.

You stare the emptiness. But when you fall asleep, you are haunted by his pain, his misery, his frustrations. You want to console him, your good side is willing to spare him of all of this.

Don’t. Don’t make this to yourself, Master. I did what I did to save you. So you wouldn’t suffer.

Then you are awake, bathed in salty tears. Drowned under a menace that not even the Emperor suspects to rise again.

Tentacles of darkness tighten the grip upon you. You suffocate. The image of Anakin on his knees, weeping over you, is terrifying. You want to love him. You’ve always loved him. You never expected him to love you in return… even though he did. But the dark force makes you forget the love that bounded you together.

This love only makes you feel bad. This love brings the good out of you. You are angry at yourself. You thought you were saving him, but when you jumped in these waters, you never came back to surface. A price you were more than willing to pay if it meant his safety.

You’ve lost yourself. And when you realize that, darkness eclipses the sun you once were. It’s when you dress your dark robes and throws the vine cape over your small frame, that you know. This love might come back to you.

But you are gone.

Or so you thought.

***

Years before your fall.

Anakin’s POV.•

When Anakin was told he’d get a Padawan after Ahsoka Tano went away, he didn’t receive the news well. He was still grieving the loss of the one who was like a daughter to him. Like the first time, he wasn’t receptive to the idea of instructing a Jedi-to-be.

But it wasn’t a youngling that would come to him, no. In spite of his resistance, a young woman that was close to be knighted was put under his care. She’d have to go through some trials and because her former master was killed under mysterious circumstances, Anakin was given the responsibility to guide her until the end.

However he wasn’t expecting that you would…uh, look the way you did. Your hair proved a stark contrast to how you presented yourself, calm like waters. Red as flame, it was tied in a very elaborated braid much in the same style Anakin saw in the hairs of the ladies of nobility. It was as if that deep shade red called out your personality.

However, your oval face was delicate with fine features; he noticed how your eyes were open, observing and somewhat shy. Your lips, full, slightly opened in a gentle smile when greeting your new master. But to Anakin’s horror, he came to perceive your handsomeness in other aspects too. When looking down at you, your Jedi robes seemed to reinforce your curves.

He had to shield his mind and suppress his inappropriate thoughts when greeting you.

“This is Y/N, Anakin.” Obi-Wan proudly introduced the two of you. “She was the Padawan of Master Dias before all that tragedy happened, which only recently we’ve come to discover his unfortunate whereabouts. You will be charged to educate her, better yet, to improve her education so she can go to her trials easily.”

Oh, Maker. Here we go again.

“Since I have little choice upon the matter…Greetings, Y/N. I’m Anakin Skywalker and I’ll be your new master.” He took you under his wing, redirecting you away from other Jedis. “I’m sorry about what happened to your former master. But since we are here, I need to know what you’ve learnt so far.”

You were quiet, introspective. So different from Ahsoka that a comparison was inevitable. Anakin didn’t like that. He struggled to understand your thoughts since you’ve learnt to shield them well.

Ugh.

But Anakin would not take long to know that quiet waters hid deadly menaces. Or, as often Obi-Wan told him, the quietest ones often thought too loud.

“You must give me all you have, come on!” He knew he pushed you to the edge. And he was pleased when by doing so your cooling mask didn’t resist anymore.

“I… am… trying!” You exclaimed, frustrated. “This isn’t how I operate, Master!”

“Well I am your Master now”, Anakin said arrogantly. “I know you can give me better than that.”

He smirked as you frowned at him. That day the two of you were fighting without sabers because, as Anakin instructed you, sometimes you could miss it in the heat of the battle or the enemy might steal it from you. So then what? He’d claim that, as important as your lightsaber was, one must never rely entirely one’s survival on it.

So there you were. Using the Force to attack your new Master, who had little difficulty to counterattack you. And that was how you fell. Again.

And again.

And again.

“ARGH!” You yell eventually, frustrated.

Anakin then decided to give you a break, seeing that frustration he knew so well in his own days as a Padawan to Obi-Wan. He stood out his hand for you and you took it, though having initially refused because you were proud.

“You are doing a good job, Y/N.” He saw tears running up to your eyes, and the struggle you were putting to hold them back. His heart would have softened his behavior, but… something stopped him. Ahsoka wouldn’t have cried. “Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Yet, you overhead your Master’s thoughts. And he realized a little too late that you did. You didn’t say nothing, rather nodding. Since Anakin ended the training that day, you went back to your quarters. He watched you go, defeated.

For fuck sake.

“Y/N.” Anakin called your name as he ran after you. “I’m sorry.”

“What for, Master?” Your voice came out gently, mirroring the sensitive soul that were often seen in your eyes. Anakin was forced to acknowledge that you were not Ahsoka. And thank the Maker for that. You looked at him confused. “I should be the one to apologize for not matching your…hum… expectations.”

Anakin didn’t see until now the bruises in your arms. He hasn’t notice your curves until recently either. Oh damn.

“No need to apologize for that. It’s just… I should have realized this was going to be difficult for you as it was for me”, said he. Now both of you were out of the red room, Anakin led you to your quarters. “I had difficulties when the Council went after my Padawan like that. You must know the story…”

“I have heard about it”, you said almost solemnly. “If It’s a comfort for you, I didn’t agree with the Council’s resolution when it came to my knowledge. We are all worthy of second chances, are we not?”

Anakin was positively surprised as he saw through the goodness you naturally projected in your manners that you could be compassionate and kind.

A small smirk twisted in the corner of his lips.

“I think we are more similar than I thought, Y/N.”

To which you smiled in response.

“I agree, Master.”

***

Current Days. Death Star.

Your POV.•

Your Master asks for you. Sensing conflict in you, the Emperor wants to test you. You have been occupied checking the clones and other bureaucracies that you detest.

When you find him in the usual spot, you know he’s not entirely pleased with your service and you don’t have to speculate too much.

I should have shielded my mind better.

“Lady Vader”, the voice comes out from the dark hood that prevents you to see his face even though there’s no need for that knowing who he is. “Do I detect a troubled conscience in you?”

You step forward and go down in one knee, your eyes on the floor. A position of subjugation. Some part of you shakes against the chains of the dark force. The disturbance has never felt so strong.

Like a prey, you fall right into the fangs of the snake. You suffocate. It’s unbearable. So you give in, because there’s little point to struggle. Because a part of you…enjoys it. To be drawn to darkness. To be… yourself.

“No, Master.”

“You better not. In fact, I sense you have been bored. Given the amount of power you have, it’s understandable. Surrounded by ants you are.” He laughs. A cold laughter deprived of joy. A sound that scratches your ears.

“They are useless.” It’s what you say. “But their skills can work well for us.”

“Indeed.” He makes a pause as if to decide whether you are worthy of his trust. He seems to think you do because Palpatine says: “Naboo is, much to our dismay, resisting our forces. I have only recently learned that Senator Amidala has been rescued. The rebels are planning a direct attack against us. We ought to stop their success in reclaiming our planet.”

You sense where this is going to take you. But prepared for what’s to be said, all you do is nod.

“It also came to my attention that Order 66 has not been as effective as I have hoped”, the Emperor continues. “You must destroy the remaining Jedis, Lady Vader. Do you think you could do that?”

You see a smirk beneath that dark hood. Hate is seen through Force, but somehow you manage to manipulate the Emperor that this sentiment is not addressed to him, but to your former companions.

“Good, good. I wouldn’t like to think that destroying Anakin Skywalker might constitute a problem to you.”

You knew this is what would come to eventually. But hearing his name almost cost your mental shield. You feel that chain again tighten your wrist, your neck… your soul.

“Is it going to be?”

You breathe. Almost mechanically, even though you are not a machine.

“No, Master. I will sweep the Jedis out of the Galaxy as it should have been done long time ago.” You say most convincingly.

“Excellent. Never forget, Vader, that I don’t tolerate failures.”

There’s no need to speak. You bow and prepare to leave. As you take the ship, coordinating the clones to two more ships, ready to command the Order 66, your mind drives you back to the old days. So unwelcoming, so… unwanted.

*

Flashback of your Padawan days.

You remember the first mission you went with Anakin the two of you struggled to adapt to each other’s modus operandi. He was always doing everything himself, not expecting to get any help from you.

“Master, I need to acquire experience in field so I can go to my trials without much trouble.” You told him, patient as ever. Even if he did test you sometimes.

“Y/N, you’ll be fine with the trials. I know that, believe me.” He chuckled. Always arrogant, always cocky.

You could only sigh. Sometimes you’d surprise him by not listening to his orders and playing the reckless one when you were instructed not to.

“What did I tell you not to do?” Anakin sighed exasperated.

“I did defeat the Ventress, though”, you smirked and surprised him when you pointed out to Dooku’s former pupil unconscious on the floor.

“Did you kill her?” He asked you with eyebrows raised. You felt so full of yourself because, finally, you had impressed your Master.

“Of course not, Master. That is not the Jedi way to resolve things.” You quoted him, which made him smirk in turn.

“Congratulations are in order, Padawan. You did manage to suprehend me.”

“You should not underestimate me, Master.” You told him gleefully.

That was the first day you noticed the deep blue that painted his eyes. They seemed so…inviting. You thought best not to look straight away. How fool you were making yourself.

If he had seen something about the way you looked at him, he’d not say a word. Nonetheless, Anakin pressed a hand over your shoulder and said:

“That was what I meant when I told you that the trials would be easy peasy.”

His confidence over you made you smile. Any insecurity about being his Padawan seemed to dissipate. There was trust between you two at long last.

And he was there when you went to your trials. Before you entered the rooms where your exam was expected to be performed, he said:

“Don’t trust your sentiments, but listen to your instincts.”

“Aren’t both the same?” You asked him confused.

“Sort of. With the difference that the instincts often prove to be more reasonable and thus correct. They are useful in deadly missions, you know that, having fought the Ventress.”

You felt encouraged by his words, how he recollected a great victory in your Padawan career so far. Anakin seemed to be pleased for providing you more confidence, aware that you needed that.

Master Windu was there to preside the trials. He swept the smile off your face when he said:

“This is not a mission, Y/N. You may have defeated the Ventress, but this is different. Overconfidence is not the Jedi way.”

That was the day you found out how arrogant you thought this Master was. And he called himself a Jedi? You scoffed.

But there was little time to overthink his words. The trials were difficult, mostly because they played tricks with your mind. To live your worst nightmares and battle them with the conscience that they could not overpower you… was uneasy. Nonetheless, it was all thanks to Anakin, whose methods and hard trainings shaped your fighting skills, that you were able to subdue the simulator.

“Y/N, a difficult year you went through”, master Yoda said. Lights turned on and exhausted you were, but happier for having it ended. You sought the eyes of your master. Anakin was there, eyes twinkling with pride, a sight that made your heart melt and nearly diverted you from Yoda’s speech. “…and here you are. Down to your knees must you go, Y/N. To welcome you amongst the fellow Jedis we are to knight you.”

You did so. However content you were for this moment, though, you were disappointed that Anakin wasn’t the one to bestow you the knighthood. And you could tell he was disappointed too. You were the only there present to sense his dissatisfaction.

*

Present Days.

“Lady Vader, what are your orders?”

You are brought back to the moment. Swallowing hard, you say:

“I want them alive. Bring the rebels to me and I’ll be the one to judge their fate.”

You finally land in Naboo. The beauty of the planet is not what once was and part of you laments that the war led that region to this point of destruction.

You leave your ship thus, dressed in a long black velvet gown with a hood over your head. You ought to inspire better fear when you remain unseen. It’s alluring, but every enchant seems amiss at the thought of seeing Anakin again.

You know he’s nearby. You close your eyes. You feel each other. The battle is inevitable.

Your heart breaks again.

***

Flashback.

Anakin’s POV.•

He hoped to dissipate his frustration once he took you out to celebrate. But Anakin could not distract you from himself.

“What’s the matter, Master?“ you asked him, worried. “Did I do something to upset you?”

For the very first time your hair was not tied, but fell loose behind your shoulders. It was like watching fire burn intently. A beautiful sight to behold. It did divert Anakin from his thoughts.

“Uh? Hm, no. Y/N, of course not.” Anakin sought to assure you. “Come now, we have to celebrate your success. If I remember correctly, you can’t drink alcohol, right?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Master, don’t change topics. I know something’s troubling you and I think I know what this is.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“If you think you know what that might be, why should I tell you?”

“Because you need to trust in me”, you told him. Your good heart always surprised him, often caught him out of guard. “I am not just your Padawan, but a friend you can rely on.”

Anakin chuckled at how mature you sound. He couldn’t believe it. And you were, what, seventeen?

As if you read his thoughts, you corrected him:

“I’m nineteen, Master. I’m hardly underage.” And you smirked. “This tells you that, yes, law allows me to drink alcohol.”

Anakin laughed. He could tell you were lighter when got him in a better mood. In fact, when looking at your demeanor, he was suspecting to see something rather different, even though he could not decipher what that was.

“You don’t have to keep things to yourself.” You insisted again. “Is it because the Council refuses to acknowledge your efforts as a Jedi?”

“What makes you think that?” Anakin wasn’t sure if he appreciated how well you proved to be a people reader. Or… a good reader about him, anyway.

As you entered in the restaurant dressed in Jedi robes, Anakin requested two drinks for both of you.

“I will not talk about this matter today, Y/N. I want to celebrate your conquest.”

He saw in your eyes the stubbornness. You are not dropping the matter.

“Fine, if you say so.” But you didn’t convince him about it. “What did you think about the trials?”

“Easy peasy”. He told you with a smirk on his lips. “You did go to worse battles when we were in the galaxy, no matter what Windu told you. Ventress was a difficult opponent that even Obi-Wan struggled to overpower.”

As drinks were served along food, the talks began to gradually become more casual.

“I appreciate that. Thank you, Master.”

It all began with a sip.

“It’s Anakin now, Y/N.”

Why was he locking eyes with you? When Anakin realized you didn’t break away from his gaze, he was forced to do so. But he didn’t like how it felt.

“If you say so.” Anakin detected a happier tone in your voice.

Anakin rose his eyes again. He had his reasons not to get involved with someone ever since Padmé broke up with him. He was still healing from the occasion, specially because he used to think she was the love of his life. It’s been thirteen months…but it doesn’t hurt like it used to.

“I do say so.” A second long sip followed the first one. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this. Did you have fun with your former Master?”

The next confession caught him off guard. Again.

“I never went outside the Jedi Temple.” You told him. “Had very few friends and preferred to occupy myself with books and trainings.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow at you. He leant forward on the table where he rested his elbows, staring right into your eyes. The Jedi never seemed to notice the grey that colored your irises.

“Am I corrupting you? By the Maker, what kind of Master am I?”

The two of you laughed, in a louder volume. When seeing the frown the owner of the restaurant addressed you two, Anakin asked for the check. It also came to his attention that you were going as red as your hair.

The stars were sparkling the night, ruling the dark skies uncontestedly by the time you left the restaurant, somewhat…drunk.

The two of you locked hands, intertwining your fingers as Anakin led you outdoors, which you didn’t seem to mind. Though you were nervous, there were butterflies in your stomach.

“Y/N…” Anakin was now more serious. He made you turn at him. The whole place fell silent. There were just the two of you. “This night is flawless.”

You thought you should part the gaze, remove his hand and prevent him from putting a lock of your hair behind your ear. But you didn’t. Anakin sensed your heart race. He knew he shouldn’t either.

But before either considered interrupt the moment concerning the non attachment rule of the Jedi Order, he pressed a kiss on your lips. It was slow. Hesitantly, suddenly sober. It was meant only to brush his lips against yours. However when he smelled your scent, his hands cupped your cheeks and he gave in. His tongue broke into your reluctant mouth and was positively surprised by the response yours gave him.

Before the kiss was meant to grow intense, giving path to your souls reclaim each other’s carnally, Anakin broke it. He parted from you and he could see disappointment in your eyes, though you smiled rather shyly.

Anakin took your hand to his lips and there pressed a kiss.

“Thank you, Y/N. For providing me peace.”

And the next words would never leave his heart.

“I would do anything in my power to make you feel this way… Ani. Your happiness lightens my world.”

A small smirk turned into a crooked grin when his eyes melt in yours.

“As yours brings balance to my universe, Y/N.”

That was when he finally fell for you.

*

The secretive relationship went quiet for the next two years. Because you both were occupied fighting the Clone Wars, there was little time to dwell in the real nature of the matters of your heart, as much as you wanted to take things to another level.

You thought you were fine with it, though, until the day you were assigned a mission to Naboo. There were matters that required the attention of its Senator, a beautiful woman named Padmé Amidala. You had no idea she was once romantically associated to Anakin until the day Obi-Wan casually mentioned:

“You see, Y/N, it’s funny how things can be… Ever since Padmé and him ended their romantic liaison, he refused to go to Naboo. Suddenly he’s been well resolved. I suppose our talk resolved whatever unfinished business he had there.”

There was little time to ask him about it, and you knew clones were with you when you took ship to Naboo. Anakin knew you were serious, more than usual. But he sensed something was wrong. He managed to talk to you away from the men and when he asked the reason you were grumpy, you shoot him a glare and said:

“Why didn’t you tell me Senator Padmé was once the object of your affections?”

Oh. So this is what it’s about. Shit. Should have seen that coming…

“I… to be honest, I forgot to tell you about it.”

“Forgot to tell me about it?” You hissed lowly so only he heard you. “How could you keep this away from me, Anakin?!”

“I don’t have feelings for her anymore! I swear!” He was genuinely preoccupied you’d not believe him and for now, you didn’t give in to the sudden rise of jealousy you’ve never felt until now.

“Well I hope so. For your sake.”

Anakin knew you were hurt. He could search for your feelings and find the truth. Wasn’t ironic how he was placed in the same shoes Padmé was when he was jealous about Clovis? Now, however, he couldn’t really care less about them.

But as cordialities were expected to a mission as diplomatic as this, you realized you were not strong enough to prevent jealousy fang its claws upon your chest when you saw how warmly Padmé received Anakin. And he ignored you all the way after a brief introduction.

You didn’t like that. To watch him touch her elbow and smile down at her. Your chest burnt with rage and you had to excuse yourself to walk outside, but it was right when Anakin called you to summarize the requests of the Jedis to the Senator.

“I thought you’d already given her, Master”, you tried to say cooly, but Anakin narrowed his eyes. He knew you.

“Come now, I forgot the instructions Obi-Wan gave you.” Turning to Padmé he added: “She’s his favorite now. Obi-Wan says he trusts her prudence more than me, can you believe that?”

You blushed.

“I can hardly tell you why, Anakin”, said the Senator, amused.

You ended up doing as you were told, feeling a small hint of regret for letting jealousy cloud your judgement. Padmé was kind and possessed a good heart, even if her eyes lingered a little too much in Anakin’s features.

After dinner, you were ready to go back to bed, when he came for you.

“Y/N… We must talk.”

You knew why he was coming after you, aware you were sulking and therefore not in the best mood. Hence why you’ve been avoiding him all afternoon. But it was the way he looked at you that operated a change in your mind as Anakin had hoped.

“I love you”, he said, leaning you against the door of your private bedchambers. “You live in my heart now, my lady on fire.”

You looked right into his eyes. Anakin knew too well what you were feeling and only now he understood the perils of jealousy. But, unlike him, you were more prompted to reason than to angst bursts. So you believed in his words instead of prolonging arguments.

You kissed him passionately in response before dragging him inside your private quarters. Anakin mostly gladly complied to your wishes…

(To be continue)

[bakalterasia]

Possible dialog from my fanfic #3

Concept: Vader, after getting too annoyed with Sidious pushing him to find a wife (He is the heir after all and the most eligible bachelor, also Sidious enjoys his frustration) makes a deal with Padmé, who is 'suspected' to be a rebel leader. They get married, Vader gets to annoy Sidious and Padmé gets first hand informations for the Rebellion)

Sidious: Have you chosen a wife for yourself?

Vader: I did.

Sidious: Excellent. Who is it?

Vader: Senator Amidala.

Sidious: Absolutely not!

Vader: But you said-

Sidious: No, I have spoken.

Vader: The paperwork is already done.

Sidious: I SAID NO!

*Walks into throne room to deal with already waiting senators, admirals and diplomats, shuts the door in Vader's face*

Vader, screaming outside: YOU CAN'T STOP OUR LOVE!

Sidious: ... why do I even but up with this asshole?

[vaderssidechick]

Spoiler Not Spoiler (Kinda)

Baroness Lylla Sa’thraxxx, AKA Lady Vader, AKA Imperial Regent of the Vaderian Galactic Empire.

[leia-ladyvader]

Origins pt 1

Obi Wan was able to escape with Vader's son, but the Emporer's forces were able to capture the baby girl. (This will be explained later maybe)

As far as they knew, she was the only offspring of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala.

Vader swore his allegiance, with the condition that his daughter was to be cared for and, when she was of age, to be trained by his side. To his surprise, the Emporer agreed.

When she was of Padawan age, Vader began training her. She becomes adept in the basic form, Shii-Cho, as well as her father's aggressive style, Djem So. From Palpatine, she also learns Dun Moch, which she uses skillfully to break down her opponents. Very rarely is she on the defensive.

When she was 16, without the Emporer's knowledge, Vader prepared a Jedi trial and declared her as a knight when she completed it. After this, she began to look into the history of the Jedi, which her father seemed to waver over at times. The Emporer would antagonize the order however, she wished to learn more.

While searching for hidden temples, she had a vision of two men in the desert. One older, one barely an adult, and she recognized them both.

From images her father had saved of his days in training, she recognized the Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, graying and grizzly, yet still in fighting form. The other looked somewhat like her father. Meditating more deeply, she found the connection she was looking for.

She had to find him and confirm her suspicions.

Without notifying her father or the Emporer, she set off to Tattooine to find him.