#sith!leia

[smartbeautifulliar]

While Leia is often compared to her biodad (before and after he became Vader) for good reasons,I often feel like people use the wrong Sith Lord as a reference when it comes to Dark!Leia. Her fall wouldn't be like Anakin's,it would've been like Dooku's. (Anakin had his peeves,principles and ideals,but they were never enough on themselves to have him either make a Face-Heel Turn nor a Heel-Face Turn.)

Darth Tyranus,an interesting character on his own right,was motivated by the (precarious) state of the galaxy he lived at,and wanted to build something new and better. Considering Leia's motives to fight in the Rebellion,I could see her falling for ideological/political reasons as well. On the other hand,Anakin became Vader due to fear of facing grief again. Besides,the Chosen One prophecy would've been much more of a factor in Leia's fall than in Anakin's. She would've been caught between entitlement,a twisted sense of responsibility and some weird sense of powerlessness to fix every wrong in the galaxy. Shmi's death would be a major turning point,but as another reason why the galaxy sucks and Leia has to "force people to behave right". It's also where the "detachment" Jedi philosophy might be a massive factor - Leia had commited a massacre to avenge her dead mom(same as canon!Anakin),and she's going to blame it all on emotion.

Onto the Clone Wars. Leia throws her entire self,but it's never enough to actually stop the conflicts,besides repressing her compassion "for the greater good". She talks to her secret husband/wife/close non-romantic friend about her frustrations,but they're too "afraid to do what's needed"(read as "not an extremist"). Palpatine is the one who "validates" Leia and keeps offering power to the girl. The "Mustafar attempted persuasion" would've been more about saying that there are kinder,more compassionate ways for her to do right for the galaxy - and they're much more effective,even if not always quicker.

Now,onto the redemptions. Whereas Anakin was motivated to kill the Emperor because he didn't want Luke to die,Sith!Leia would've become a good gal again by realizing the error of her ways. I can see her struggling with self-loathing and needing an insistent friend or two,but they would've been more guides and catalysts for change than the motive itself. Maybe this person/these people is/are what Leia wants to be,deep down - but is too afraid to admit it,even to herself. Then,those individuals manage to gradually convince Leia can be like them,and some of those people had checkered pasts of their own. The "there's good in him/her" theme would still be a thing,but it's based on Leia's original motives for becoming a Sith Lady and allying herself to the Emperor.

TL;DR - On one hand,Leia Organa is often compared with Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader,and for good reason. On the other hand, there are some key differences on their natures. Even if Leia was a slave girl who dreamt of being a freedom fighter and with Shmi Skywalker as a mom,not to mention being a misfit,away from her mom and with Palpatine messing with her head,there's a significant chance that she wouldn't turn to the Dark Side because of fear of loss,but rather due to a misguided sense of justice. Anakin and Leia are alike,but have different natures(none is better than the other,but I feel like Leia might be scarier than her biodad. She'd have just as much soppy wet cat energy as Anakin,lol).

Does anyone have a Sith name for my dark!Leia?

[dalekofchaos]

Imperial Skywalker family by Rezeren

[dreaming-of-hope]

Peace is a lie. There is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory my chains are Broken. The Force shall free me.

elizabeth dulau as leia skywalker, darth vader's new apprentice.

[gehirnfussel]

Sith Leia AU – Father & Daughter

[theloneliestshipper]

For your prompts, what about a Tarzan/Jane situation? Or a Beauty and the Beast? Bonus if it's flipped!

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“What are you doing?”

“Reading.” Boba Fett kept his eyes on the page, trying to ignore the way the hairs on the back of his neck stood up when she circled him. It was hard to ignore a living shadow, a spectre in black with a red blade in her hand.

She was human, he supposed, or she was once.

Now she was just the Lady. A name that was never spoken without a tinge of fear. She stalked back and forth across the room, swinging her lightsaber restlessly. “Why do you read so much?”

“Because you have more books in this one room than I’ve seen in my entire life.” He was stretched out on a settee, a very comfortable position until she arrived. “And it’s not like I have anything else to do while I’m your prisoner.”

“You chose your fate.”

“You were holding a lightsaber to my father’s throat. That’s not really a choice.”

“He should not have come here! It is forbidden!”

“No one tries to go to Mustafar.” He was still angry about it. Jango made an emergency landing to make repairs and had the unfortunate luck to land in Sith territory. He could have been beheaded for trespassing and he would still be a prisoner if Boba hadn’t tracked him here. The Lady agreed to release him, but only if Boba took his place.

“Could you at least turn off the lightsaber while you’re in here?”

“Are you scared?”

“I’m worried about the books.” He jerked his head towards the floor, littered with scattered papers and wiring from holobooks. “What did they ever do to you?”

“They’re stupid,” she hissed. “Foolish scribblings.”

“Then don’t look at them.” He stubbornly fixed his attention on the pages in front of him, but the words might as well have been backwards and upside down. “I don’t understand why you would keep a fully stocked library and then destroy the books.”

Or for that matter why she would keep a bounty hunter prisoner and then follow him around while he did nothing.

For the first few weeks he was on edge, waiting for some trap to spring. When she insisted that he eat meals with her (“eat with me or not at all”), he expected at the very least to be poisoned or forced to eat live lava slugs. But the food wasn’t bad for droid-made fare. It wasn’t as good as his dad’s cooking but it wasn’t toxic.

The hardest part was watching the Lady eat as if she was raised by a feral nexu. Her long, tangled hair frequently dragged through her food, but she didn’t seem to notice or care. She ignored her utensils and chugged wine straight from the bottle. The golden protocol droid who served their meals made a distressed noise from time to time but seemed to have given up trying to impart manners.

Other than meals, Boba was given free reign of the castle and grounds. He had his own room and bed, and his captor made few demands. Maybe it should have been enough, but boredom made him bold. He let the book fall open on his chest and turned his head towards the pacing Sith. “Why did you agree to let me take my father’s place?”

She adjusted her route, drifting towards the arm of the settee where his boots were resting. Boba tensed a little, but her lightsaber blade extinguished and the hilt vanished into her dark robes. She climbed up on the arm, perched like a carrion bird ready to swoop down on its prey. “I wanted to know what would make someone stay here.” Slender fingers touched the toe of his left boot. “No one ever stays.”

What he felt wasn’t exactly pity, but it was something . “So why not leave?”

“Leave?” There was a weird tension in the air when she spoke, but everything about this dark castle was weird. “I can’t.”

“Who would stop you? The droids?”

“No. It’s not safe. Father said so. Here we are powerful. Here we are safe. When the time is right, I will take my place at his side.”

“And where is he now?”

“I don’t know. It’s been…” Her voice trailed off and her shoulders hunched. “He will return. When the time is right.”

“Hm.” Boba dropped his feet to the floor, making space on the settee. “Sit and I’ll read to you.”

Sharp eyes fixed on him, but she didn’t respond.

He gestured at the cushions. “Sit on the part that’s made for sitting.”

She slid down with a sulky look but she was listening to him. That meant he had something she wanted. It was a start, anyway. Boba picked up the book again and cleared his throat.

“I can read ,” she said abruptly. “I have been educated according to my status. The words don’t always make sense to me. The places. The things.”

She was curled up in the corner of the settee, her knees under his chin. Boba had never been this close to her before. She was human. Probably in her mid-twenties. Black paint circled her eyes and streaked down her cheeks.

Boba had done the same thing once with a child’s paint set when he was four or five. He had painted a vizor on his face to look like his father’s helmet.

He wondered who the Lady was trying to mimic.

“I’ll explain them to you,” he said. “The words and the things. ‘In the courtyard there was a blanket of snow-’”

“Have you seen a blanket of snow before?”

“Yes. Snow is cold and white. It covers the ground like a blanket. It’s not a real blanket.”

“I know that,” she snarled unconvincingly.

“‘She scattered bread crumbs for the birds who-’”

“I’ve seen you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Feed the lizard-crows. With the bread you steal at dinner. Why do you do that?”

He heaved a sigh. “Because I’m a prisoner and I don’t know when you might decide to stop feeding me.”

“No. I mean, why feed them?”

“I like doing it.” It was hard to keep the annoyance out of his tone. “Why did you watch me?”

“They like you.” She turned her head away. “I tried to feed them once. They flew away every time I got close.”

“Do you want me to teach you?”

That got him a quick, suspicious look. “What can a bounty hunter teach a Sith?”

“A little subtlety, maybe. It’s always easier if you can make your target come to you.” He stood, placing the book safely on a shelf. “Come on. Do you really want to keep following me around and watching me, or do you want to do some things together?” He held out his hand, pushing into the back of his mind the thought of her red saber.

She took his hand instead and allowed herself to be pulled up from the settee and then guided out to the terrace.

Boba had mostly stopped hoarding bread for himself. He kept a few dry crusts in his pocket for the lizard-crows and he took one out now and crushed it in his fist. “You have to stand very still,” he told the Lady, turning her hand palm up. He filled the center with crumbs and scattered the rest on the obsidian tiles.

It was a dinner bell. The crows fluttered in on black wings and surrounded them, their long tongues snapping out in the blink of an eye to collect a crumb. The Lady took a step towards one, her hand outstretched, and the crow fluttered back with a hiss.

“No.” Boba put himself behind her, with his hand under hers. “Let them come to you.”

“They won’t!”

“Yes they will. You have food.” There was a smaller crow watching them, it’s tongue teasing the air. “Just be still. Breathe.”

She shivered a little bit. They were standing so close he could feel it. He focused on his own breathing, on keeping his hand steady beneath hers. She relaxed a little.

The small crow fluttered closer.

“Shhhh.” Boba cautioned her when she tensed. “Wait.”

It landed on Boba’s thumb, judging it to be the best perch. The tongue darted out, licking the crumbs from the Lady’s palm and she stifled what sounded like a giggle. The crow fluttered a bit but went in for more, and the once sound the Lady made this time was a soft gasp, barely above a whisper.

She turned her head to look up at Boba, and the movement chased off the crow but he hardly noticed. Her lips were parted and she was smiling at him. “You were right,” she said, without pride or defense. “It works.”

“I think you’ve got it.” Boba dropped his hand and took a step back. His pulse was quick and he was in danger of forgetting who this woman was. She was pretty and warm and she wanted a vermin bird to like her.

And she was a prisoner here too, even if she couldn’t see it. Maybe that was the key to his escape.

[tremendouscreationperson]

Star Wars AU

So ages ago I posted some art of Sith!Leia and how Anakin found her and trained her, whilst Obi trained/protected Luke... I have started writing a scene and I just wondered if you’d take a minute of your time to read it and tell me if I’m onto something or just wasting my time

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SET ON KASHYYYK--- LEIA HAS COME TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT HER PAST/BROTHER/FATHER

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“Hey Princess.” Han’s shadow covered Leia from where she was seated on the floor. “Whatcha staring at?”

 Leia looked up from the flowers to him, not hiding her grimace. “Why would you want to know?”  

 Han slumped down on the ground next to her, on top of the bed of flowers she was examining, but facing the opposite direction,  “Well, you did try to murder us not too long ago.”

 Leia’s poker face fell for a moment before she looked away, pulling one knee up, holding it. “I was protecting my Father.”

 “I geddit.” He somehow nodded both smugly and knowingly. “I suppose it’s hard to be you this week.” He was snarky but she was beginning to think this was just his nature.

 “I understand it is hard for everyone because of the Empire, but for me it is not black and white.” She tried to explain. It had been hard this week for her! She had discovered she had a twin, and her father wasn’t the man she thought he was, and that maybe just maybe she was on the wrong side of a war. To top off all of that she had willingly handed her Lightsaber over to Luke, to prove she wouldn’t outright try to kill them, and she was on a strange planet where only a few spoke standard.

 “I suppose not.” He shrugged, letting Leia stew before adding, “It’s red and green.”

 Leia, loosing any patience she reserved for this man, scoffed. “You’re not funny.”

 “I’m not tryna be.” He rolled his eyes, “Listen to what I’m saying. The war is red and green. Luke is green, Vader is red. You’re sorta purple now.”

 That did make her crack a smile, but she shook her head. “That’s not how colours work.”

 “At least you’ve stopped moping.” He raised a brow and winked.  

 “I wasn-”

 "Leia." Luke interrupted her and Han's conversation, the former stood from her seated position looking up towards her brother. Luke was standing above them on an incline just to their right. "You need to come here, there's someone you should meet." He gestured for her to follow as he retreated into the trees. She glanced back to Han before heading off in Luke’s direction. Leia quickened her pace, when she lost sight of him momentarily, running up the incline following his trail.

 "Who is it?" Leia questioned suspiciously, after a moment of silence, still slightly wary of Luke even though he'd been nothing but kind to her.

 Luke glanced at her, halting just before a meadow. A circle of well planted trees hid the clearing to the naked eye. "He trained me. Me and… our father."

 Leia stiffened before giving a curt nod and once again following her brother, he held a branch out of her way, once again trying to reassure her he was no longer a threat.

The meadow was as green as the rest of the planet, a sight Leia would never tire of being raised on a Destroyer or Starkiller or a Death Star. Nature was magnificent in a way machinery would never be. The grass met their ankles and a few orange and pink flowers were visible, just poking out of the brush. Leia trod carefully to avoid stepping on one.

 "Leia." An authoritative voice spoke. Leia met the man’s eyes but the man wasn't a man. He was half a man. A quarter a man. Mostly just energy now. He did however resemble a man. He was aged if he wasn’t monochrome, he would definitely still have white hair. His features were relaxed but the remnants of wear and exhaustion. He had a slight beard which covered his face, but paired with his angular nose and piercing eyes he seemed non-threatening. He wore traditional Jedi robes and stood with his hands clasped, trying to be the epitome of JEDI. Leia had only seen him a few times prior, the last being when her Father struck him down.

 "I don't know your name." Her brows pinched. "He called you General once."

 "This is Obi-Wan." Luke informed, slightly confused as he was sure he'd mentioned his master beforehand but he supposed it had been a rather strenuous week for his sister. Forgiveness was granted.

 "I'm glad to meet you, Leia." Obi-Wan nodded politely. "I prefer you over Darth Zus."

 That did anger Leia slightly, "I am still Darth Zus..." Luke’s eyes widened, not very subtly. "There is a conflict in me. I miss my father, and my home, but he has lied to me about so many things." 

 "Anakin was troubled as you are. He tried to fight his troubles but looking to find trouble leads to trouble."

 Leia made a face as she tried to digest that, giving Luke an opening to ask, "Master, if I may ask, is there any hope for Vader?"

 "There's always hope." Obi-Wan smiled, gesturing to the children. "You and your sister prove that.

 "I don't believe all the evil is father." Luke folded his arms, remembering their encounter. "There was a slither of light. I felt it. When he saw me, he paused, he didn’t strike me.”

 "It is mostly the Emperor that orders him around." Leia agreed. “I don’t think the Emperor is entirely honest with Father. I know he didn’t know about you. He would’ve come for you.”

 Obi-Wan started to walk, stroking his beard in thought. “I did cloak Luke for his first fifteen years, but he was strong with the force and eventually I couldn’t. I also hid us on a planet I knew your father would never visit again.”

 “You knew he wouldn’t visit Tatooine?” Leia and Luke simultaneously questioned; both their brows furrowed in confusion, their faces made Obi-Wan halt his movements and try to suppress a chuckle.

 “He was my Padawan for many years and my friend for more. We fought side by side in the Clone Wars.” The ghost informed them, a smile pulling at his lips. “I know him. He was lucky to find you Leia.”

 She considered that for a moment, “elaborate.”

 “You were sent to live with Bail Organa, a dear friend of your mothers. You were a Princess for five weeks before he tracked you down.”

 Leia again took a moment before she sadly smiled at her brother, “Don’t tell the smuggler about that.” Luke nodded silently, understanding it was what his sister needed. “So, Bail and Mother were close?”

 “Yes. They often agreed on Senate business, so were often together.”

 “Senate?” Leia questioned, eyes darting from Luke to Obi-Wan. Luke, yet again gave her another sad smile. “Father, doesn’t talk about her. I don’t even know her name.”

 “Padme Amidala, one of the finest Senators this Galaxy had to offer. She often plead for peace, especially if no one else did.” Obi-Wan stared at Leia before commenting, “he dresses you like your mother. You share an uncanny resemblance.”

 The wide smile that split Leia’s face didn’t hide the tears but she found she didn’t care, she felt safe in this meadow, with cracks of sunlight shining through onto these men she would’ve killed less than a week ago. “Were they in love?”

 “Annoyingly so.” Obi-Wan huffed a laugh, “To convince the Jedi Council Anakin and Padme were just friends became a lot harder when she fell pregnant.”

 Luke even chuckled at that, despite having heard it before. With Leia here it was as if he was hearing this all again for the first time. Leia’s eyes were glassy as she asked the next question. “And was he a good man? The Emperor told me most of the atrocities he’s committed but before all that, when he was Anakin.”

 Hearing Leia say ‘Anakin’ shocked Luke more than he thought it would. His sister snarled when she first heard the name and barely came to accept it, simply calling him Father or Vader when appropriate. It just proved how much she trusted them, now. How much she believed.

 “As I said he was my friend, but he was also a brother to me.” Obi-Wan looked above their heads, memories clearly captivating the ghost. “There is too much for me to tell, he was the best of us.”

 The distant flap of a wing and the constant chirp of crawlings was all that the three allowed to enter the meadow; each too afraid to break the tranquillity. Obi-Wan and Leia were reminiscing but Luke had nothing of his father. He was denied his father by his mentor, which he was of course grateful for but seeing Leia did cause jealousy to claw at him.

 “Was he a good dad?” Luke eventually spoke. The question physically hurt to ask and he knew the answer would too but he had to know.

 Sensing the turmoil Luke had, Leia chose her words carefully.  "He often had to sneak away to be father and not Vader… There were times where even I questioned, he was truly part of the Darkside.

“We used to plan to run away. We would live in a cabin on some backwater planet and just be father and Leia. It was hard to be loyal to me and to the Emperor, as it was hard for me to follow my fathers’ orders and to serve Sidious. All I know is he treated me kindly, despite everything. He would tend my wound and tuck me in at night, even when I was too old for that.

“I used to think I was not all bad because of mother but now I think I am not all bad because he is not all bad.”

 Luke nodded, his face a mixture of emotions. The boy didn’t know what to feel but he felt a lot, it was overwhelming.

 "He was so angry." Leia continued, not wanting Luke to be upset. "I didn't know why the name Skywalker caused him to destroy the Hull. We had to evacuate our vessel. Now I know, you weren’t a villain or a traitor. He was upset that you were hidden from him."

 Luke’s eyes glistened and without warning he was hugging his sister. A hug wasn’t foreign to Leia but a public show of affection certainly wasn’t the norm, despite this she still patted his back and tried to awkwardly comfort him.

[iamurako]

Boring meeting

[randomfrenchfan]

It's one in the morning and I just thought of something:

Claudia and Soren's arc in Season 3 is definitely what would have happened to the Skywalker Twins if they were raised by Vader