#anidala fanfic

[spaceymaseyy]

In the Shadows

anakin/vader x padme

anidala/vaderdala oneshot - smut

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“We can’t…”, she bit her lip to hold a moan, while Anakin laid open mouthed kisses underneath her ear and was slowly moving down to her clavicle. “It’s just not possible…”, she struggled to say it while Anakin moved and started kissing the other side of her neck. His flesh hand moved up from her waist to squeeze one of her breasts.

Padme’s offered the option to marry Rush Clovis in order to resolve the issue of Naboo’s economic downfall due to a trade embargo. Only problem is: she is already secretly married to someone else.

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so this is my first smut fic ever lol 💀 idk how to write fics AT ALL (plus i’ve barely read any) and english is not my first language, so this is probably gonna suck. but oh well, everyone starts somewhere so here goes nothing 🙏🏽

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[rose-arwen-padme]

Excerpt from Suppression, an AOTC fanfic from Padmé's POV

After multiple mouthfuls, the young man met my eye. I should have known he was about to say something unsettling by the way he began to fidget in his chair. "I look forward to seeing Naboo again. I've thought about it every day since I left. …It's by far the most beautiful place I've ever seen."

He was staring at me too intently for such clean-handed comments, as if I was the human representation of the planet he spoke so fondly of. Which, in all fairness, was technically exactly my job. But even if he'd been a citizen and not a Jedi, he wasn't looking at me like I was a diplomat.

"You were just a little boy then," I answered. The lack of previous exposure to such copious amounts of greenery likely had a huge impression on his nine-year-old self. Surely, he'd seen many beautiful planets since then in his travels. Seen many angelic women. "It may not be as you remember it; time changes your perception."

His tone was confident, his eyes hiding nothing. "I think time has given me much more mature feelings to enhance my perception."

I dropped my gaze. At that moment, Artoo came by with another helping of bread, and I responded with thanks as he carried on his way. I fiddled with my new food as I stalled, quickly thinking how to smoothly maneuver the conversation elsewhere. He'd just alluded to his inability to travel. "Must be difficult having sworn your life to the Jedi. Not being able to visit the places you like, or do the things you like—"

"—Or be with the people that I love."

I was caught off guard by how quickly he jumped there. "Are you allowed to love?"

I thought I knew the answer, but the emotion with which Anakin spoke made me doubt my knowledge. "I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi."

He looked sheepish, but I should've known he was merely crafting a reply that would suit him best. "Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion— which I would define as unconditional love…" he paused, as if making sure I was locked under his spell before he continued. He didn't have to wait long. "…is central to a Jedi's life." He cracked a smile, evidently wildly proud of his answer. "Mm, so, you might say we are encouraged to love."

Tricky tricky. But I was smiling, impressed at how he'd managed to swindle the words into his favor. He spoke with a suave grace that complimented his age. My thoughts of the little boy on the royal starship returned, and I found myself declaring the understatement of the millennia. "You've changed so much."

"Na, you haven't changed a bit." I anticipated a polite remark, perhaps that I hadn't physically aged much over the years. I often heard this.

Instead, he stunned me. "You're exactly the way I remember you in my dreams."

Dreams. Plural.

Remember. Present tense, not past.

Anakin was staring at me with hopeful expectation, as if he'd put the ball in my court and feverishly hoped I would finally do something with it this time.

Again, I failed to meet the moment. I didn't even attempt to find words. What answer could I give on the spot that would have dissuaded him without hinting at the effect he was having on me? So I shielded my eyes, and I returned to my bowl of mush like it was the best food I'd ever had.

I could practically feel his wave of disappointment, but he hadn't given up just yet. After a painfully short hiatus, he continued, "I doubt if Naboo has changed much either."

"It hasn't." I kept my eyes down.

"I can't wait to breathe the sweet breeze that comes off the rolling hills. Whenever I try to visualize the Force, those hills are what I see."

I looked up at him openly, relieved the conversation had turned to something as platonic as geography.

Then, with that intense stare of his, he whispered, "I love Naboo."

He had the nerve to let the sentence hang in the air. Just like that. With those deep blues locked on mine, conveying so much more than an adoration for a planet.

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[sithskywalkerr]

the first pomegranate seed given.

Summary: Anakin, a young god with a history of human experience and emotional volatility, is in conflict with the Council over their decision to withhold information about the survival of Sidious. Despite his anger, Anakin promises not to seek out the Sith. Meanwhile, Anakin struggles to understand his role and the Force's expectations of him, while dealing with mistrust from the Council. Padmé, beginning to talk with him, seeks to understand and accept Anakin beyond his anger and past actions. Series: pomegranate. Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Sabé, Yoda Warnings: death mention, padme lives au Ships: Anidala Word Count: 491 A/N: Who knew a new Taylor Swift release would be what I needed to finish, revise, and finally post this chapter. I am so sorry it's taken like seven months. I was having troubles with figuring out the plot, but it's fine now. Anakin is delulu per usual, but so is Padmé. Anyways, here's Wonderwall. read on ao3.

Her heart thumped harshly against her ribcage, and her cheeks warmed more as he straightened back up. She hastily gave a bow in return. “I apologize. There was a book in the library I had never seen before. Naturally, I was curious but didn't think it would lead me here.” She let her eyes slowly lift to his while she straightened up. While it wasn't a complete lie, she couldn't hold eye contact for long as his smile widened. 

Even with her standing before him, there was still wariness to her abrupt arrival. Still, it had been a while since he had one that wasn't Obi-Wan. Bright blue eyes brightened still at the unexpected visit, and with the visitor being Lady Liberty, he couldn't turn her away. Not when he was curious of her just as she was to him. His voice came out low and warm as honey," Angels usually don't wander here." Taking a few steps closer, he folded his hands behind himself and smiled at her as he let his eyes briefly look her over. She was beautiful. Ethereal. She was in the starry crown that adorned her; the dark blue fabric of her gown seemed to twinkle and shimmer like the backdrop of their meeting while she avoided his gaze in her flustered. Perhaps it was a sign.

The rose on her cheeks darkened as chocolate eyes glanced around the soft blues and gateways before returning her gaze to his. Maker, he's handsome—no, focus Padmé. Pushing the thought away, she stepped closer and let her head tilt as she feigned confidence. "Only from a lack of a formal invitation." Observing him, she noticed the scar that ran down over his right eye and how a few dark curls seemed to frame his features just right.

Brows raise briefly while a soft chuckle escapes his lips, momentarily shaking his head. "The Between is not meant to be easy to find - even for the goddess of Justice. Though, yes, a formal meeting has been far overdue," he chuckled softly, giving a deep bow to her. "Forgive me, My Lady. Not many in Coruscant desire to visit here, and I believe you would be the same. Seems I was wrong." Straightening, he watched while she flushed again with a brief smile of disbelief.

"You are. I'm not like the other gods, but I can forgive you," she teased softly, her berry lips spreading into another grin. “You can call me Padmé. There's no need for formalities." She hoped it was good since he didn't ask her to leave. That had to mean something good.

He slowly hummed as he moved closer, giving a brief nod. "Padmé, how can I compensate for the lost times we could have met?" He held his left hand to her, softening his features while tilting his head slightly.

Oh, Maker, help her. Pink warmed her cheeks while she lifted her hand to his, letting her eyes fall to the tanned, calloused skin. The pink darkened more as he leaned down and lifted her hand, softly kissing her knuckles. How could all of Coruscant fear and shun him the way they do? Well, she knew why - vaguely. For the most part, her knowledge came from the various lives she reviewed once they reached the Netherworld. Returning to the present as he pulled back, she finally replied," May I request tea, Anakin?"

Another grin appeared on his features, and he moved closer while holding her hand. "Yes." 

Her eyes brightened, and her grip on his hand tightened with a grin." I would enjoy some tea and see your library - if you have one."

"Oh, are you coming for my drinks and my books?" he teased, grinning as he offered her a robe-covered arm. "Stealing the knowledge I possess, how could you?"

A soft laugh twinkled between them as she took his arm," a person's library is more telling than many know. Yours would be no different. I'm sure of that."

Carefully guiding her along the star-lain path, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes while a small smile formed. "Hopefully, I'll pass your test then. Though, most of it I inherited from my predecessor." The Father's ample collection was expansive, and many books needed translation. Many of the books were in ancient languages, which he still had to decipher. However, that was a concern for later compared to Liberty herself standing in his realm, blushing at his soft teasing. He had to admit, it was a welcomed change to his isolation.

Delicately, Padmé's fingers squeezed onto his bicep, bumping her hip against him playfully as she smiled. "It might be one of the best libraries I've seen. Perhaps even better than my own." 

Looking over at her then, he laughed softly, "Oh? How do you surmise that?"

"First, I do not have any books specifically on the Force, and secondly, the archives of Coruscant are … incomplete. Though I know my knowledge of the Force can be for a good reason, how can I serve fairness if I cannot understand the complex nature of the two sides? How can I serve Her wishes when they're shrouded from me? If I can read some books, I can better attend to my duties."

Looking at Padmé better, his brows raised momentarily. "Surprising that you don't have a book already. Many humans have not believed in the Force since the second Sith Civil War. I could let you see books if you agree not to duplicate them or let anyone else read them." 

Briefly nodding, she moved her eyes to the shifting gateways around them while leaning against his arm," of course, Anakin. I have no reason to. Even now, there are still those that still believe. I assume you focus primarily on them?"

"No," he shook his head, looking over to her then while his brows furrowed while he spoke. "Though I do seem to aid them more, it's because I'm alerted about the need for help in the Force. For non-sensitives, it's more by chance than anything else if I'm around at the time. It's still odd that you don't have books about it yourself. As Justice, you of all in Coruscant should know."

Lifting her eyes, she studied his features briefly, smiling a little with a brief nod. "I believe I should. It would help me in my judgments before passing them onto the afterlife." Turning her eyes away as he led her to a circular door, she tilted her head briefly. "This leads to your home?"

"Yes, to Mortis." Nodding, he guided her through to the stone steps with two large doors in front of them. "The monastery is more or less where I live. I haven't tried to construct anything else other than my living quarters.” Brightly smiling at her, he watched as she stared at the immense structure, eyes wide at the soft light emitting from the top. Giving her arm a soft squeeze, he looked up to the light.

With a blink, her brown eyes widened when they teleported into a long hall with paths changing along the sides at random. Her lips softly parted as her eyes darted briefly before looking back at him with a soft smile. "It's beautiful."

"It's difficult for those unaccompanied to navigate," he softly warned while guiding her along the dark path that seemed softly scattered with blue stars twinkling.

Another flush came over her when she realized she had to walk a smidge faster to keep up with him." Then you'll have to go to my realm when you've got some spare time."

A laugh brightened Anakin's features, eyes alight at her," Oh, I will. You'll probably grow tired of multiple visitations, but if it keeps you from being lost here. Then I could make a trip."

Padmé could feel the heat rising in her cheeks more, lifting her free hand to smack his chest playfully," You're teasing me!" 

A sharp laugh escaped as he grabbed her hand." No, I'm far too frightened to tease Liberty." She could see how his eyes lit up with mischief, his features lighting up while his gloved hand softly squeezed hers. 

She could feel the difference even beneath the black leather—heavier, not organic. She was aware that Anakin had lost the limb when he had briefly been human, but she was surprised at him keeping the loss even as he had become an entire god. A warm grin spread on her features as she shook her head and chuckled softly," A labyrinth, then?" 

"A shifting one. Though, Force-sensitives can navigate through it more easily." 

"How would one know if they are sensitive?" Her head tilted briefly. Looking around the space for various doorways, she was surprised at one leading to Coruscant's golden cityscape. 

"There are various signs. It showed in my reflexes and how I could see things before it happened. Some have sensitivity to empathy with all life forms, human or not. Why?" His head tilted while curiosity lit up his ocean eyes, a brief smile fleeting on his lips as he guided her to the space he had made for himself. Candles in sconces and candelabras abruptly spark to life, lighting up the onyx and obsidian room around them. Even while in the monastery, he had taken the time to adapt the living area to his taste. It was almost dreamy, with some areas softly illuminated by a navy glow. On the large table, his current project was in pieces within the slow repairs for the golden droid. "Just ignore that; I'm in the middle of repairing 3PO," his voice faded as he watched her detach from him in fascination with the mechanics, tilting his head curiously. 

Dark brown eyes widened in awe as she stepped closer to get a better view, careful not to bump into the bench with various parts and bolts scattered on it. "This is incredible, Anakin." Her dress swayed as she leaned down to get a better look at the droid, careful not to touch anything before she looked at him. "As for the Force, I believe I could be sensitive."

Pausing with the praise, he watched while she carefully moved from the table to be closer to him. "It would benefit your role if you did. The Force lives in everything, and everyone can use the abilities if they take the time to understand them."

Perfect opportunity. Padmé smiled softly, moving her arms behind her back. "Then perhaps I should have a mentor." It would make it easier to see him more, but she could see his hesitancy at the prospect while he squared his shoulders.

"I'm still learning and don't hold all the answers. Besides, I'm not the greatest mentor," his shoulders relaxed with a slight hum. He shrugged and grinned at her," But I could teach you."

"You did train Ahsoka well. You are a good teacher when you behave." She teased, grinning brightly at him as she moved closer with another glance at the android.

Letting out a playful scoff, he used humor to deflect while motioning for her to follow him into the kitchen space behind them. "I've never misbehaved in my entire life. Well, maybe on occasion."

"Sure. You've never committed war crimes." 

"Hey, that was one time." Pausing once in the kitchen, he faced her better, his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Over twenty years," lifting her gaze back to him, her voice was gentler. Though, there was something more impressionable in the Force: guilt, self-hatred, and indifference. Hints of his emotions that she could pick up on, even if they were faint. The nature of it was still a mystery to her, and she could only hope that he would share since she had not reviewed his life. His death was odd—overridden by the Force's will, and she had to accept the choice made.

"I still stopped—,” he began before she interrupted. "I know, Anakin," she said, looking around the darkly decorated kitchen. It was still dreamy and ethereal, and the navy light came from beneath the cupboards. The counters were onyx, shiny, and perfectly polished, and various candles around the space suddenly flickered to life. "This is gorgeous. That's all I've been saying, but I mean it."

Accepting the change of subject, he glanced over the kitchen. “It makes cooking at least more enjoyable," he said while making his way across the black tiles to the tea cupboard. Gloved fingers loosely grab onto the silver knob, opening it to show the sizeable selection. 

As if he shook a treat bag, Padmé approached his side to peek at the various packages. Another grin brightened her features, eyes alight at the options. "How am I supposed to choose?"

"Obi-Wan is responsible for the collection. When he doesn't know what tea he wants, I've caught him close his eyes and smack a box."

She laughed softly, nodding as she moved forward to let her eyes scan over the boxes. "If it works, then why not?" Humming softly in thought, she reached up to get a pomegranate tea down, grinning up at him while presenting the box to him. "I'd like to try this one."

"One of my personal favorites." Anakin grinned, adoring the stars in her eyes at the comment. The excitement was tangible in the Force, and he gently took the box from her. Maker, she was cute. Stepping away only to fill the kettle, he rested it in the middle of the sink while turning the water on. "It's also the specialty fruit of this realm."

"I've heard," Padmé smiled, her eyes soft to him as she observed. I've also heard that if eaten, it will trap people here," she teased, leaning comfortably against the counter. 

A brief snort escaped him, and he shook his head. "If that were the case, then I would have an unholy amount of house guests." He grinned when she laughed softly, the sound like a soft, warm melody as she brushed some of her hair back. Shutting the water off, he set the kettle on the stove to heat up. "I wouldn't be able to handle that." 

Another laugh escaped her as she nodded, "I imagine it would be difficult for 3PO to keep up with as well — after you finish your repairs on him."

"He would be an anxious wreck." Briefly nodding, Anakin grabbed two mugs while pulling the tea box closer to scoop the loose tea into steepers. Her eyes followed his hands as he hummed," There is some honey in the same cupboard if you want to sweeten it."

Her features brightened at the mention of honey. She nodded as she stepped away momentarily, only to grab the little glass pot with a grin. "Where do Obi-Wan get all of the tea?" 

"He visits the mortals to stock up."

"Does he venture there often?" Tilting her head, she smiled as she placed the honey pot down. Glancing him over, he gave a slight nod in thanks while getting water poured over the sachets. Others spoke of the 'things he has done' and fear of what he would do, but Anakin was kinder than the whispers while blue eyes briefly looked over to her. 

His voice broke her out of her thoughts," Yes. He lives among the humans rather than dealing with the Divine. With the few stories he's told me, I don't blame him. Mortals are interesting to interact with—sometimes."

"How often do you see them?" Tucking her hair back, she tilted her head, brows softly furrowed. She glanced down at his hand while stirring the honey in, giving a small smile as he took an experimental sip of his own.

A pleased sound escaped his throat while he cleaned up everything first. "Nearly every day." He paused to take another sip, pausing in thought before he nodded to himself. His gaze returned to her, "Do you live in Coruscant? You mentioned your realm earlier but haven't seen you when I go."

Moving closer, she took the offered mug from him with a soft thanks. She gave a slow sip to taste, lighting up at the balanced tartness. “No, I don’t live in Coruscant. I mostly reside in my area within the Netherworld. I do have an apartment in Coruscant where I'll stay if needed while discussing matters regarding mortals, the dark side, or Sidious's attempts to come back." She took a slow breath, shaking her head at thinking of the current climate in Coruscant that was still unexpected such a short time after mortals were finally getting some semblance of peace.

His blood turned cold at the news, and his brows furrowed as he looked at her. "He's alive?"

"Yes, he is. After all, it's not easy to kill gods." The air seemed to chill, and she watched as he stared at the counter for a moment while his features twitched in carefully hidden anger. "I thought you knew, Anakin."

His voice came out clipped, and he glared at her. "No. Obi-Wan told me that he was dead and sent back to Chaos."

"I'm sorry, but you only destroyed his mortal body. Please, Anakin," she moved closer, placing her hand on his forearm as she gave a soft squeeze to the leather-dressed metal," do not go searching for him. Coruscant will take care of this."

He watched her momentarily, unsure, before taking a slow, steady breath while pushing the anger away. "If I'm near him, I will not hold back."

Padme gave his hand a soft squeeze before finally letting go. She softly spoke while gazing at him," I wouldn't blame you for it. I know he was part of what happened, but I don't know the details."

He still knew, eventually, she would. It would be better to tell her himself rather than let her only know the lies from Coruscant. "I was born as a demi-god," he turned his gaze to the counter," I found my mother after leaving to learn with Obi-Wan for years, and when I returned … I found her tortured and on the edge of death. She died shortly after I saw her in the village." His jaw tightened at the resurfacing memory, and he lifted his eyes to her. "No survivors."

The confession hung heavily in the air while she placed the mug on the counter after taking another sip of her tea. "I am sorry for how you had to lose her. You've experienced grief, unlike many others in Coruscant. Does the experience of mortality affect your duties?”

His gaze never waivered from her, a hand reaching up to softly brush his fingers along her arm - attempting to soften the atmosphere. "I believe that it does. I have formed a better relationship with the Force and Her will, and that is what matters the most." Even after it all, he still believed that he hadn't been wrong. The apprehension from the Council only made him question if they had known what they were doing was within the will of the Force. Even now, he doubted that they were.

Her gaze lingered on him even with his intense gaze while she briefly nodded. "That is all that matters. I believe it was anticipated, as She is just as complex as the rest of us. However, we can stop talking about it and enjoy our tea. It is very delicious. Obi-Wan has a good taste for tea." She gave a small smile behind her mug before she took another sip, letting it warm her body.

His ocean-colored eyes softened as he chuckled softly," I have another request to fulfill. The library awaits." With his laugh, the room brightened around them as he thought for a moment. "I've never visited the Netherworld … that's where mortal souls reside, right?"

"Lead the way then, and yes. That is where they go after they die." She brushed her hair back again, dark curls long and cascading over the opened back of her dress.

Motioning her to follow, he led her to the hall while his mind wandered momentarily. Returning to the present, he slowed his gait when he noticed she struggled to keep up with the tea. He paused in the hall, softly illuminated by the candles around them, as he took a slow breath. "I have one last question." He watched her tilt her head momentarily before giving a soft nod for him to continue. "Is Mom okay?"

Her features softened in the warm light. She stepped closer and let her hand softly squeeze Anakin's bicep momentarily. "Yes, she is. She is no longer in pain. I hadn't spoken with her but saw her when she arrived."

"You did?" His eyes widened then, the scar along his brow warping from his brows raising while she gave another brief nod. 

"Yes, I did. Of course, my duties take up most of my time, but I did speak with your mother for a while. She was at peace when she realized she had died, but she was more worried about you and how the loss would affect you." Even in death, she wanted to protect her son.

His eyes fell, lips momentarily pursing as tears threatened his waterline. "Now be brave, and don't look back... don't look back." Forcing the memory away, he slightly nodded while taking a slow, calculated breath. "Good." Lifting his head, he gave a reserved smile before guiding her to the large doors of the library. "After you."

The worry melted into excitement as Padmé moved closer to grasp the silver, ornate handle of the doors. Pushing the door open as she stepped in, her eyes widened in awe at the sight of it being three levels and truly expansive in every sense. "I might never want to leave!" She moved inside as he chuckled, following her inside as candles flickered to life, carefully lighting the ancient texts. 

"I haven't read ten percent of it yet, believe it or not."

"I don't doubt that. Not with duties in the way, but before you help me understand the Force more, I would like to read a few books about the topic." She turned to face him, seeing him leaning against the side of one of the many pillars in the library with a soft smile on his features.

"Of course. As I said, you can't take anything out of the library, but you're more than welcome to stay as long as you need." Lifting his mug, he sipped while watching her nod enthusiastically.

She couldn't help wiggling her hips in excitement, her features brightening as she looked back at him. "I won't. I would appreciate it if I could visit every Taungsday."

"We can do that," he chuckled," but sometimes that's when Obi-Wan visits me."

"That's alright; I can be quiet. Obi-Wan won't know," she grinned, placing her mug down on a large table in the room used for studying. Padmé moved closer to the shelves cautiously, and her eyes widened more as she scanned along the spines. Books of history, religion, art, and nearly anything else she could imagine were now available to learn. She brushed her fingers against some of the spines slowly while her grin softened into silent wonder, a grin permanent on her features.

He softly chuckled as he moved to sit down at the table, settling with his mug as he watched her excitedly move around to look through the history section. "The oldest book is around thirty thousand years old."

She turned, the stars in her dress shimmering, and her eyes widened before coming closer." How is that possible?"

"A spell has been placed on it to keep it from deteriorating. I still rarely look at it. It's on the third level in a glass case." He motioned to an alcove on the top level, taking another sip afterward.

Her gaze followed before she noticed the corkscrew staircase, whizzing her way up while looking around before spotting the small crevice beneath a window. He watched while she hastily moved towards the glass case, pausing to look outside to see the ethereal trees. Her eyes returned to the soft blue book as a soft gasp escaped with eyes widening. "It's beautiful," she brushed her fingers along the edge of the case, looking over the delicate embroidery on the cover and spine, smiling as she moved to the onyx railing to look down at him. Still seated at the table, he had settled comfortably in the chair, eyes still on her. "You said around thirty thousand years? It doesn't look over one thousand."

Anakin gave a slight nod, recalling what the Father had told him. "According to my predecessor, the mystics at the time recognized the power of the Force and sought to record what they could as they began to learn more. It's a minor glimpse into the galaxy within human history, but I don't believe that humans wrote it. As we know, Terra was approximately billions of years old, but humans, as we know, have been around for three hundred thousand years. For evolutionary traits to happen that quickly in a hundred thousand years is unlikely - at least in my opinion."

She lit up as he spoke, leaning on the railing more as she grinned at him. "I don't believe that a human could write it. The author is unknown?"

"Yes. I've tried to figure it out by seeking guidance through the Force, but I have yet to get far. Only know that it has been written and bound by a woman. As far as the divine know, few ancient sentient species could have made it. It's fascinating, though—and well preserved, spell or not. It's still impossible for me to read for the time being. I can only trust that eventually, I will know everything." He watched her return down the staircase, her dress trailing as she listened.

Nodding while she sat beside him, her hands grasped her mug again, and she let her gaze return to him. "Even with the limited information you know, it's still good. Who was your predecessor?"

"He went by the Father, but little is known of him. He was powerful in the Force and had to keep the balance between his children, who represented the dark and light sides. Now, it's Obi-Wan, Sidious, and I."

Curious, her head tilted as she settled on a chair," Did he ever train you formally?"

"No. I refused then. I did not believe the Father when he approached me." He said, finishing his tea while leaning back in his chair. "I prefer to read the texts anyway. Obi-Wan tried to mentor me, but his

duties with the light side caused conflict. Now, I do what I can."

"Winging it?" She laughed softly, eyes bright, while she watched him laugh. 

"Yeah," he nodded," I'm winging it, but nothing has blown up in flames. I think I'm doing alright."

A soft giggle escaped her with a shake of her head," Anakin, that isn't the best way for duties of this importance. I hope that the Force is helping when possible."

"Of course, I'm not entirely helpless," he snorted briefly, sipping his tea. "Younger me would have hated it, but I do a lot of meditation now. Especially with trying to understand more of this library."

She let out a soft laugh, nodding," Good." 

"Maybe, but what about you? Do you have a predecessor?" 

"Yes, I did. Sanandrassa was very kind in my training and told me how complicated things can be. It was enlightening but terrifying to get to the mortal realm finally," she said, taking another sip and settling back more. Padmé was quiet momentarily, smiling as she looked over to him. “Thank you for letting me stay and talk to you.”

"Of course. I don't believe you weren't seeking a way to come." He only grinned wider as she flushed, finishing off her tea.

"I didn't believe it would lead me here." She absently began to brush her fingers through her hair, glancing up as he leaned over the table more with a chuckle.

"Why did you want to come?"

Her flush worsened, and she bit at her lower lip." I wanted to see you. You're the only god I hadn't met before, and it seemed like nothing would bring you to Coruscant. I had to take matters into my own hands."

His brows raised as he spoke then, fighting back another smile wanting to form," Oh, you had to take matters into your hands to meet me? Why did you wish to meet me so urgently, my lady?"

"I've never properly met you, so I was curious," she said while still playing with her hair, suddenly interested in the ends. I wanted to see if you were as handsome as they said."

His grin widened as his head tilted," Do I meet the expectations?"

Padmé’s eyes flicked up to his, glancing over him playfully," perhaps you have, but you won't know. However, I'm afraid I must return before Sabé begins to panic. Next Taungsday, yes?”

Anakin wanted her to stay, talk more, and ignore her duties. Still, he pushed back the thought of convincing her to stay, finishing his tea. Placing the mug down, he nodded, standing to offer his left hand to her again. "Yes. I can come to the Netherworld so you won't be lost."

Taking her hand into his, Padmé grinned brightly," Oh, a personal escort?"

"I can't have you getting lost. The Council won't be happy about that." His brows raised with a grin to her as she laughed, nodding. 

"Yes, especially Windu. He wouldn't like to see if I'm suddenly back in the ancient times by using the wrong portal. You can get me at midday if you're free." 

"Perfect," he gently led her out of the library, giving her hand a soft squeeze. But I will warn you that it might be in our best interest if no one was aware."

Looking up at him, she thought momentarily, knowing how wary the Council was and the rumors circling Coruscant. "For now, I agree." If only this had kept her from hearing protests about being involved with him or in unnecessary drama and gossip.

"I prefer to keep myself distanced from Coruscant, especially regarding my business," he said softly, guiding her back to the World Between Worlds. While he stepped onto the starry bridge, his steps echoed on the surface with soft, blue light, and she carefully stepped back through the portal after him.

"I do not blame you for that, especially with their current isolation for you as if they haven't made mistakes before."

"With Sidious being alive, they have," he grimly murmured, pausing to push the bubbling anger away by forcing a smile on his features with her. But for now, every Taungsday will be yours to learn about the Force." He led her to a circle-shaped gate, the familiar image of the Netherworld's library on it, as he lifted his hand to press another kiss to her hand softly.

"I'll come to this spot near midday," she smiled, watching as he straightened up and let go of her hand with a soft smile.

"I'll be waiting," he watched as she stepped through the gate, pausing to look back at him with a final wave before the portal changed to another point. His smile faded once he couldn't see her again, and his thoughts began to race about the information she had said. His hands balled into fists while his shoulders squared as his gaze fell to the starry bridge.

Sabé had been searching for Padmé, trying to figure out where she had vanished for an hour without warning, pausing as she saw the gate open within the library. Creeping closer to the large doors, she stayed out of sight while observing her speaking to Anakin. Her brown eyes widened, lingering back when the gate closed to leave Padmé alone in the expansive room. She watched as the goddess grabbed the book on the table, looking over the soft blue glow before closing it with a smile. Opting to make herself known, she entered the library, where Padmé looked at her with widened eyes.

“Hello, Sabé. How long have you been there?” she flushed softly, holding the book to her chest as the handmaiden approached.

She lifted her hand, motioning to the space where the gate had been,” Long enough. I’m curious why you’ve taken a sudden interest in Skywalker.”

“He has always been interesting,” Padmé replied,” but you have nothing to worry about, Sabé. It was only a social visit.”

Sabé stared at her blankly for a moment before closing her eyes with a soft inhale and shaking her head.” Be careful of him, my lady.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “He’s caused a lot of damage on the mortal realm, and who knows what he will do in this one?”

“I trust he’s understood the mistake he made.”

She still knew better than that, knew Padmé better than that. “You’ll see him again, won’t you?” Crossing her arms over her chest, the handmaiden scanned over Padmé’s familiar form as she placed the book back.

“Perhaps. I would enjoy learning more about the Force through someone who knows both sides.” Moving closer to her body double, she murmured,” and I would wish that no one else knows. It’s already challenging to have Coruscant agree with my approach to mortals. Most gods won’t approach their devotees - it’s disheartening.”

“And he approaches his? With all due respect, my lady, I find it hard to believe he could be someone worth being around. He’s arrogant and caused so much damage. Force knows what he would do to you.”

“He shouldn’t be isolated.” Padmé said, facing Sabé more. “He has had the mortal life many of us have not had to experience. He’s faced loss, grief, and trying to make sense of justice from the horrific way his mother died. While it wasn’t right to slaughter the whole village, I can understand why it happened.”

Disbelief coated her features while watching the goddess, “This isn’t being objective, My Lady.” She made sure the door was closed before stepping closer, worry on her features,” he slaughtered the entire village and then further committed atrocities for years after.”

Quiet for a moment, Padmé thought back to when Anakin was alive. There was a sudden influx of death once the Sith gained political control in the mortal realm. It took Ahsoka nearly dying at the hands of the Emperor to cause Anakin to stop. With his sacrifice to keep her alive, to at least stop the horror, he was redeemed. Even after the destruction and the painful repairs, the Force still accepts him into the position. Taking a slow breath, Padmé looked at her with a reserved smile,” I can take care of myself, but do not tell anyone about this, Sabé.”

Fighting back a sigh, she could only nod to the goddess. She was only a handmaiden and couldn’t control Padmé to keep her safe. Her voice was soft as she gave a soft bow of her head. “No one will know. Please, be careful.”

“I will be,” Padmé promised, offering a softer smile before exiting the library. Moving out into the hall, once she was sure she was out of sight, her shoulders fell with a soft sigh. She would have to speak more in-depth with Anakin—once he was willing to. Hopefully, then, she could understand why the extent of the genocide and atrocities had continued. She doubted that it would have continued merely from the loss of his mother.

The sweltering heat on Tatooine had burned into his scalp and shoulders while Anakin had found the owner who had once held the property rights over his mother and himself. Watto had become wary of the sudden, aggressive inquiries of his former slave, and he tried to stop him as Anakin leaned down to the droid in disrepair. He ignored Watto’s protests, quiet while making a few adjustments before a beep chirped from the droid suddenly. 

Dark eyes narrowed as he took in the taller human, yet familiarity existed. The realization came, but Watto was still wary. “Ani?”

Anakin silently placed the droid back down, letting his eyes lift to the Toydarian while he hovered in the air with leathery wings beating. Looking down at the droid that moved off to fulfill its duties, Watto only stiffened as blue eyes pierced into him again,” Where is my mother?”

It is him. Maybe I shouldn’t have let him win his freedom. Then, nothing would be out of order.   Shaking the thought away, Watto thought for a moment. “I sold her to a moisture farmer. I don’t know where she is.”

“Who?”

Watto searched his memory for a moment, scratching at the scruff on his face, “Eh, a man named Lars.” Shock crossed the junker’s features as Anakin abruptly walked away, not caring to finish the reunion.

It was hours until he located the camp, sneaking into the house that Shmi was hidden in. Horrified at seeing her tortured, he rushed over to her, trying to comfort her. Upon seeing her son, Shmi had begun to let go, happy that her silent pleas to the Force had brought him back to her. Even if, for a moment, she just wanted to see her son one last time. As she whispered her love, she couldn’t finish it from the relief of him holding her in the final breaths. His eyes widened as her head rolled to his chest, her body still as he could feel the shift even in the Force.

His hands began to tremble before he moved her body down carefully, covering her before he made his way outside of the hut, igniting his saber. After the massacre, he had been found by Sidious, which only turned into a long apprenticeship spanning twenty long, cruel years. From his sacrifice, the Force seemed to take matters into Her hands despite the Council’s protesting for redemption.

Now, he faced the Council again, arms crossed over his chest. Obi-Wan made his way to his seat at the last-minute gathering, and Yoda watched Anakin curiously. Windu nodded once everyone was seated, motioning to Anakin,” You’ve gathered us for an inquiry?”

His anger was tangible, refusing to mask it within the Force. His brows furrowed as he glanced over them. “I’ve learned that Sidious is still alive. I deserve an explanation.”

Yoda made a soft sound of slight amusement, brushing his fingers over the wood of his cane absently,” Think you were the only one to return after mortal wounds, did you? No. Sidious lives.”

Mace nodded, not surprised by how blinded Anakin still seemed. While he was the youngest of them, he still struggled to see the larger scheme of things despite his belief that he already could. “While in the mortal plane, if our mortal bodies receive enough damage, we return to our realm. That is what happened with him, and currently, he is weaker.”

Anakin’s gaze moved to Mace, lips pursing a moment,” why was I excluded from this information?”

A heavy silence hung in the air, but the exchanged glances made Obi-Wan speak up,” Your need for revenge. Learning he is alive—“Will not keep people safe. While Sidious is weak, he should be found and destroyed before he’s recovered.”

While Mace agreed, he knew that if he led it, it would be more violent than it needed to be. Pausing, he let out a soft exhale:” Anakin, we understand he must be held accountable, and he will be. This needs to be dealt with carefully in order to keep the balance between the planes. The mortals are still recovering from the Empire’s destruction.”

Staring at him momentarily, Anakin nodded,” Is that what this is about?”

Obi-Wan had to refrain from sighing, glancing at the other members briefly before returning to Anakin,” Yes, we cannot ignore the destruction you caused. You are more powerful than we realized, but your emotions easily blind you.”

Blue eyes melted to yellow, and his gaze soon bore into Obi-Wan while his shoulders squared.” The war was inevitable.”

“For humans to experience, not to have two gods to interfere and worsen the chaos of it. More died at your hand, and we cannot ignore that in our decisions regarding you within your duties.”

His hands gripped his biceps more, and his voice grew louder. “Our duty is to follow the will of the Force, not politics. Sidious is still alive and must be dealt with while weakened.”

Yoda hummed then, watching as the younger god bristled,” if he lives, will of the Force this is? Hmm. Lesson to learn, not yet learned.”

Anakin's yellow eyes moved Yoda, piercing into him while his voice was low. “I’m a slow learner,” he glanced around briefly before looking back to him,” I will take care of this.”

“No,” Yoda said quickly. “Engaging with Sidious, you will not. Foolish to face him, it will be.”

Squaring his shoulders, he lifted his head more, scowling. “As if I would easily believe anything he says knowing what I know now.” However, there was still a belief that he had been correct for how the Empire enacted order, finally bringing censored peace and obedience.

Shakin his head, Mace folded his fingers,” Anakin, there is more for you to learn of the Force beforehand. You’ve been placed into the Father’s position, and while we cannot understand the Force’s decision, we accept it. You must learn the knowledge he wanted to pass onto you.”

“How can I when many aren’t translated? Tell me how to do this when I cannot read the texts.”

“That would be a journey for you to uncover yourself,” Mace said, unfazed by his anger,” the Force will guide you if you listen. With this, your duties will become clear.”

Staring at him for a moment, Anakin looked away, his eyes returning to the familiar sky blue. “I should have been informed. I’m just as much a god as the rest of you.”

Obi-Wan had been observing him, seeing the familiar hot-headed padawan he had tried to train into the ways of the light to keep him on his path. What they had been pushing for may have been wrong. If he were to bring balance, he would have to be able to use both sides accordingly without completely falling — but that was the issue. His passion was too strong, and it blinded him. “Anakin, we accept your return, and you have been aiding with the aftershocks of the Empire. However, we cannot risk another collapse.” 

“It has already begun. The mortals continue to walk away further from the Force and will continue to wage war upon each other.”

Mace straightened while shaking his head. “Had the Empire not done the same? Sidious used politics to secure power, but the Force was left behind. We know the mortals have begun to lose faith in the

Force, but that was because of the Empire’s doing.”

Taking a slow sigh, he shook his head, curls bouncing momentarily in disbelief,” the Empire brought order and peace.” Had they indeed been blind to what he had accomplished?

“It brought fear and oppression, which turned people further away from the Force when all they saw was the dark side. How can you expect them to follow that if no one can guide them to see the light?”

His eyes searched along the ornate tiling of the floor, letting his gaze move between the Council members. “If Sidious is not taken care of, he will return more powerful. Then how can we protect them if he destroys the Divine? Who will stop him then?” Taking a step back, he ignored Obi-Wan as he began to speak, exiting the Council’s room while uncrossing his arms.

Ahsoka had been lingering in the hall further down, straightening up once she noticed he had exited. Grinning brightly at the familiar sight of him, she made her way closer, “Hey.”

He paused a moment when he saw her, giving a reserved smile as he moved closer to the white-adorned togruta.” Lingering?”

“I heard you came to Coruscant. I needed to see for myself.”

Nodding, he gave a small shrug before his features relaxed. His voice was quiet.” Did you know about Sidious?”

Hesitating, Ahsoka nodded, dark lips pursing as she glanced around before looking up at him,” We’re unable to locate him, but you need to promise me that you won’t try to.”  The anger only began to bubble up more as he gave her a nod while stepping back. Obi-Wan would have had her promise not to tell him, intentionally excluded from anything regarding the Sith out of fear of what he would do. A portal opened up behind him as he let his eyes meet hers again.

“Anakin, I mean it. Do not try to find him.”

His hands went up in defense,” I won’t, Ahsoka.” Stepping through the portal, he glanced back as the portal shut and vanished, and she stared at where he had stood. 

Slowly exhaling, she opted to linger for when the rest of the members came out, wanting to hear what Obi-Wan would have to say. “Please, for our sakes, don’t.” She straightened up as she saw the meeting finally come to a close and moved to speak to Obi-Wan immediately. “What does he now know?”

Blue-gray eyes moved to the togruta, worn and tired as he spoke,” what he wants to believe.”

They still mistrust me after all this time. The anger was still fresh, burning in his chest as he paused in the hall briefly. Though, should he truly be surprised since he simply came back just the same? Before, Sidious had taken the wool off Anakin's eyes, showing him how Coruscant was wary about him and his abilities even as a demi-god. For what? If they had truly worried about that, they had been more skewed than he realized.

Walking through the shifting corridors of the monastery, he made his way to the golden body of 3PO, looking over the loose circuits, boards, and pieces. Taking a slow breath, he got his lightsaber unclipped and placed it on the table, getting seated on the chair. Still, while he worked on the droid, his mind wandered back to Padmé and how she would meet up with him every Taungsday. Still uncertain about her motives, he was sure it was only to learn more about the Force. If he had to admit, it was nice not to be lonely for the entire day with people rather than his Loth cats, hidden away in the monastery.

Getting his sodering tool out, he paused his tinkering to remove his belt and obi, getting the first two layers of his robes off to have just the simple undershirt on while rolling up his sleeves to avoid another small fire. The tanned skin of his left arm was exposed, while the black and gold of his right arm's cybernetic gleamed despite the various scuffs and marks from fighting. Carefully, he began to fix one of the circuit boards, which was entirely wrapped up in it, even when Obi-Wan suddenly stepped into the space.

He watched him momentarily, head slightly tilting to the unwavering focus. "If only you were that focused on your studies," the Jedi remarked absently, ignoring Anakin's look while moving to the tea cupboard. "That was certainly a spectacle at the meeting; care to explain?"

"I should have been aware that Sidious was alive," he said instantly, not even bothering to look up. 

Obi-Wan paused, looking back at him as his brows furrowed. "What would you have done had you known earlier? We could not tell you within good conscience, Anakin. Not with the power you possess." A scoff came, and Anakin paused to look at him. "Everyone believes I'll simply go on another rampage? I am more than the worst of me."

He nodded while cleaning and refilling the kettle's water, glancing over to the younger god." Yes, you are more than your emotions, Anakin. That is what I have been trying to train you to understand—to put those feelings aside to see things objectively, especially within conflicts."

Anakin's expression blanked before returning to the circuit board," It's difficult when the power aids in dueling. Considering the new enlightening news, it's more important when we have to defend ourselves."

"We do not indicate that anything will happen anytime soon." Obi-Wan moved to sit with him at the table, eyes slowly scanning over the repairs already conducted on seventy percent of the droid. "However, I am wary of the decision to wait and see simply. As you've said, Sidious would be better to face while weak."

"It would be, but they don't care about that until it's too late, and since Sidious was starting to get devotees, it would be disastrous for the mortals. They would not be able to survive from that chaos and darkness." Anakin's lips pursed a moment as he thought over the few books he had been able to read," I've had some artifacts of the time when the Sith dominated over the mortal realm. The details aren't entirely translated, but there was enough information about Darth Nihilus, who could absorb energy from beings and objects."

Obi-Wan stopped mid-sip, looking over to him as his brows furrowed," do you believe that Sidious knows how to do that?"

"I wouldn't doubt it. The Dark Side can easily cause bodily harm to others through the Force, and I don't doubt that Sidious would know that power. I'm sure there are archives that the Sith have, just like the Jedi. Probably more hidden than the holocrons." A smile played on his lips briefly as he glanced at Obi-Wan before setting another board into the droid. "No, I will not let you borrow the book either. If he does know the other abilities I've read about, then a worse war will come."

"You wound me. What else do you expect?"

"Sidious would easily know the other Sith from artifacts and be tuned to the dark side. Plus, we know that he will most likely seek out an apprentice again this time. If concealed properly, they could cause hell in both worlds when he makes his move."

Nodding, Obi-Wan thought a moment as he brushed his fingers through his beard, "What did he tell you when you were human?"

"Half-human … Mostly, the Council is wary of my abilities, considering the details of my birth. They would want to hinder my abilities rather than grow them—which they did and still do. The only helpful thing has been this library and the few notes I find that the Father made presumptuously."

Obi-Wan tilted his head slightly to the side, a brow arching up as he glanced down to Anakin, soldering the board in place. "The Council tries to assess the situation from all angles before deciding." While he didn't entirely understand Mortis or the Between, he at least knew that Anakin belonged here. Still, he was curious about one thing. "You aren't able to fully read the books?"

Glancing at him, he gave a slight shrug. "Many are in ancient languages that I don't know. I won't know everything unless I get a magic key from the Force." 

"Or, perhaps you cannot read it because you're not ready. Either way, I agree that this situation must be cautiously approached." Finishing his mug, he stood up to take care of it," Nor do I agree that the Council treated you well. Especially when you were half-human - we hadn't seen a half-god in a long time, especially when Qui-Gon had mentioned that you were the Chosen One at hearing details of your birth."

Another prick of grief panged in Anakin's chest, lips pursing again while he carefully repaired more wires from the chest plate to the band around the droid's hips," I'm not the Chosen One."

"You wouldn't be in this place or the Between if you weren't," he said, taking a soft breath as he looked out the window to the ghostly trees below.

“But how can you be so sure that it’s him?” Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon into the archives of the Temple in Coruscant, still unsure of the small boy that Qui-Gon had found in the sandy wasteland in the mortal realm. The older god looked back to his apprentice, momentarily amused by how irritated he was becoming.

“You said the circumstances of his birth were strange, and upon speaking with the boy’s mother, I believe that Anakin is. He’s born without a father, and his midi-chlorian count is the largest quantity I’ve seen.”

Obi-Wan paused while looking at his mentor, taking a slow breath before he shook his head,” there needs to be more evidence than that. I can’t just accept this on faith alone.”

“The boy’s abilities should show now, so we’ll stay here, observe, and see what happens.”

Apprehensive, Obi-Wan could only nod,” very well.”

Turning, he faced Anakin again, watching him continue repairs for a moment before he spoke,” It is rare in Coruscant for a god to have a mortal experience. I believe that’s why they may fear you more than they realize. You know about emotions and experiences more than many of us do. Many refuse to go directly to the mortal realm to be more ‘objective’ in their duties, but I’ve seen more hypocrites than I would like to admit. It’s time for things to change in the capitol and the Council.”

Catching Anakin’s attention then, he looked over, pausing his repairs,” Oh? Why the sudden change?”

“Should the Council know my doubts, they would not respond well just as they had with Qui-Gon. I was there when he approached them about you, Anakin. Even though I had doubts about this prophecy, I admit there was something different about you. You are more than what you know and what I can even know.” Moving back to sit with Anakin, he sighed slowly,” I am glad that you have come back.”

“I don’t need to be saved.” He asserted, blue eyes glancing over to him before he took a slow breath. “I don’t…” He remembered his mother, holding her in his arms while she struggled to get her last words out from the bleeding wounds and aching broken bones that enveloped her whole body in steady pain. The blinded rage that consumed him was something darker than he had experienced before, but through the anger came a power that kept him moving and slaughtering every member of the village. Once the anger had cleared, he saw the little blood that did manage to stain his sleeves from more brutal attacks that he had done with his hands. Pride? Strength? Horror? He knew that, above everything else, there was no regret for his actions. Pulling himself back to the present, he shook his head,” I can handle myself.”

Brows furrowed as Obi-Wan watched him, unsure of what to make of the moment of silence. “As of now, perhaps. As for when you were only a demi-god, you needed someone, Anakin. If you let me, I will still be there to help you when I can. For now, I’ll leave you to your work. Hopefully, when I return, I’ll be able to see 3PO up and worry.” 

Snorting, blue eyes glanced at him briefly, “We’ll see about that.” 

He slowly lifted a hand to pat his shoulder while he thought a moment, and his eyes glanced over him. Things would be better if Anakin would listen and not search for Sidious. However, the worry betrayed him within the Force, causing Anakin to turn his head to look at him better.

“I’m alright, Obi-Wan. I won’t search for him.” 

“I know you are, but it still wouldn’t be wise, even if he is weak.” Stepping back, Obi-Wan pulled his hand away, taking a slow breath. “I will visit again soon.”

As he vanished from Anakin’s sight, he slightly shook his head, sensing once the Jedi had returned to Coruscant. He reflected on the day in the new silence, but his thoughts wandered back to Padmé and her unexpected visit. A low hum rumbles in his throat momentarily while placing the tools down, leaning against the chair’s backing. She wanted to learn about the Force and thought he was a good fit. He would have to figure out how to explain if she would learn since it would only go smoother if he could translate more of the library. 

His brows furrowed as he stood, exiting out of the dining area and further into the monastery. Navigating through the hall, he paused once the familiar pittering of paws could be heard approaching. Two Loth cats bounded over to him, their fur shimmering like stars. Watching their approach, he gave the duo a softened smile. “You like to wait until no one else is here.” Shaking his head, he couldn’t help rolling his eyes as a grin formed at their antics.

The white one looked up to him with large crimson eyes, brushing against his boot with a tiny meow in response as the black one soon darted to his other leg, bonking her head against it. “Oh, thank you,” he chuckled, moving up the staircase carefully with a slight hum as he got to the third tier, returning to the embroidered book with a hum. Carefully getting the glass case open, he used the Force to lift and guide the book out, levitating it in front of himself while he absently used it to flip the pages.

The two cats soon joined him once again, curiously investigating the places where Padmé had been. Anakin glanced down at them, smiling a little at seeing them sniff at the pedestal the glass case was on, letting his gaze return to the text. He paused when a page’s text shifted, watching as it suddenly translated into Huttese. His brows raised in surprise momentarily, lifting the book closer as he skimmed the page. Looking over the various diagrams and illustrations of multiple figures utilizing the Force's abilities, his brows furrowed as he read about the earliest records of Force abilities and connection. As far as he could tell, there was nothing he hadn’t already known, but he wasn’t surprised, considering the age of the book. However, perhaps it would be something to look into later. Getting the book carefully back into the case, he locked it before Castor leaped up on it with a pleased purr at himself. 

Anakin arched a brow, watching as the white cat settled into a loaf, pleased with his position, before watching Anakin walk away to look over the books. There had to be more that he could read—anything to help him understand what he was supposed to do. Worrying about the mortals could only take up so much time, and he needed to figure out what the hell the Force wanted him to do. However, he had a feeling that no matter what it was, somehow Padmé would be part of it. 

Padmé was settled on her balcony, overlooking the sunset within the Netherworld as she watched the mortal souls absently go about their day in paradise. Sipping at her glass of wine, she could only think back to her interaction with Anakin. It was nice to finally talk to someone who wasn’t too involved in politics — to her knowledge. It wasn’t a secret in Coruscant that Anakin came only when necessary. Still, he often was silent in meetings, and she wondered if it was because he already knew that what he said wouldn’t be considered.

It was clear to the goddess that there was hesitation by the Council, even with just letting him sit in during more critical meetings. However, to withhold that Sidious was alive, she couldn’t see a reason to rationalize that decision. The fear that seemed to blind them would perhaps be their downfall, and she was determined to make sure that what they believed about him would immediately be squashed. She only had to know him more, to see what drives him, to see him.

Not his anger or hatred—only Anakin. Then maybe she could understand the reasoning for his redemption. Even if she could only accept it instead of understanding, she wouldn’t mind as long as she knew more about him.

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Skywalker’s on the Run

Anakin’s Redemption pt2

Anakin felt sick as he flew Padmé's ship across the galaxy. It was obvious that his wife needed immediate medical attention, but he couldn't decipher a safe place near Mustafar to even take her.

The galaxy was in chaos. For the first time in his lifetime there were no Republic or Separatist systems that he had to avoid. Yet, this new revelation did not mean that the galaxy was not still in disarray. The collapse of the republic was brand new, the last thing he needed was to accidentally bring Padmé into a battle.

Anakin ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He knew what he needed to do, but he knew Padmé would be less than pleased when she woke up. "Threepio," he addressed the droid sitting next to him. "Check on Padmé for me, and tell Artoo to prepare for arrival on Coruscant. I need to make a call..."

The the doors shut behind the droid, and Anakin called for his master. This is what Anakin had made his sacrifices for, what his new master had promised him. The survival of the one he loved the most.

"Lord Vader," Sidous was more than pleased that his new apprentice had contacted him. It meant that his plans for the extermination of the Separatist Party had been successful - just as he had foreseen it would be. "I trust that our plans on Mustafar were successful then."

Anakin's head was bowed, like the good apprentice he was. "Yes, Master. I have ended the remainder of the Separatist Party just as you had foreseen."

"Good, good." Sidous mused. "I have successfully taken my role as the Emperor of our new Empire. It is time we start your training in the dark side of the force, my apprentice. The galaxy is now ours to rule."

Anakin hesitated a moment, before bringing his head up to look at his master. "There is a problem, Master."

Lord Sidous was intrigued by Vader's announcement. What problem could he have faced on Mustafar when he has been successful in his mission? "What it is?"

"It's Padmé," He said, keeping his voice steady as to not appear weak. "I believe she's dying, Master. Just as I had foreseen. I-I'm afraid I've caused it to happen."

Ah, yes. Sidous thought with disdain. The Senator.

"It is quite impossible that you are to blame for whatever Padmé may be going through, Lord Vader. You have been out restoring peace to the galaxy, after all."

"I saw her briefly, just before I left for Mustafar. Amongst all the chaos I had to make sure she and the baby were alright." He confessed, thinking back to his mistake. "I had told her of my mission you gave me... I did not think she would come looking for me there."

"She came to Mustafar?" Sidous was only slightly amused by what horrors she might've saw there. He was more angered by the fact that his new apprentice had deliberately disobeyed him by breathing a word of his location to anyone. Nevertheless, his apprentice was new and he was powerful. He had to be careful to not run him off no sooner than he got him.

"Obi-Wan snuck on her ship to find me, he wanted to kill me!" Anakin felt his anger rise again. "I killed him, Master. I slaughtered him like the animal he was for trying to do it!"

Anakin had always had a loose grip on his emotions. Toying with the dark side of the force was only proving to make that grip nonexistent.

Focus. Breathe. Focus. Padmé.

"But in my anger," his tone switched from anger to regret. His eyes flashed from sinister yellow to blue. "I tried to hurt Padmé as well. I lost myself - she's not waking up. I don't know what's wrong."

Darth Sidous was more than pleased by the confession of his apprentice. Not only had he slaughtered his old master and best friend without regret, but he nearly took out his own wife in the process. He was turning to the dark side as fast as he had hoped as his desperation, fear, and anger began to consume him. However, Padmé still stood as barrier between the full consummation of Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader.

How ironic that the very person whom drove him to the dark side was the very same person to keep him from his full potential.

"Bring her to Coruscant and we will get her medical attention," He finally said. "The planet is under our complete control. The remaining Jedi are on the run, you have nothing to fear here."

Anakin bowed his head in thanks, "Thank you, Master."

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[casieyfran]

Skywalkers family 🥺 idc what anyone says they live happily in naboo. Anakin and padme is raising their babies

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[obikinetic]

I see that hand Tori 🤨

#obianidala #obikin #anidala #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #fanart #art #I saw the tweet and immediately picked up my iPad #anyway…back to the fanfic I was reading

[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

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[goldcnrosc]

Do you guys have that one ship that ended so tragically you think about it at least once a day?

#not me tho…..that would be crazy…… #ao3 #fanfic #gweter #petergwen #starmora #zerith #yumikuri #yumihisu #stelena #doctorrose #timepetals #tenrose #spoby #anidala #paulchani

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Hi I am in hell because my brain is just

#where are the sith raised Anakin fics where are they 🥺 #or the Vader redemption padme lives???? I NEED IT GIMME IM BEGGING #star wars #I am in hell #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction memes #fanfic meme #fanfic memes #fanfiction meme #ao3 meme #ao3 memes #Burntblueberrywaffles #blue makes memes #anidala #vaderdala

[rose-arwen-padme]

Suppression

The forbidden tale of Anakin and Padmé's AOTC courtship. A detailed expansion covering the movie, known deleted scenes, and many new scenes. If George showed 20% of their screen time, this is the other 80%. Told in Padmé's POV with ROTS awareness. Written for the enduring fans of Anidala.

Prologue

I don't possess the Force ability to influence minds, but my time as Queen, as Senator, and as Anakin's obsession has taught me there is power to be found in the consequence of my words.

Scrutinizing outsiders have judged my relationship with Anakin from the beginning. Our tale is like a misunderstood creature in a zoo, the spectators pressing their noses up at us on the glass. They gape with their pointed fingers. They're vocal with their opinions and privileged hindsight of how they would've handled the twists and turns differently.

They're unaware, or uncaring, of the elevated audience rows they hurl their uninvited speeches from.

Such detractors single out the warning signs as bombastic, obvious signs of doom. How resourceful they are at finding fuel for the fires they burn us in. As if blinded by these flames of their own creation, they do not pause to view their kindling as the moments they were as we lived them. What to us was one rough conversation in an endless day— our bodies and minds perhaps taxed from duties, unending travel, or even grief, mixed with natural hindrances like hunger, lack of sleep, etc— or a passing disagreement which was returned to after we'd had a chance to process and re-frame… to them, all of it only became chopped and isolated historical fodder. I imagine it's quite effortless to throw sentiments like stones at these events when you know they are events and understand their future importance.

How nice it must be, to absorb and contextualize simultaneously with the big picture... As the great Master Yoda might say, we had not that luxury.

Stand and judge me. Stand and judge Anakin. Force knows we both deserve it, to various degrees. It's easy to pass down the verdict when you weren't caught up in the wave yourself, hijacked in body and mind by forces beyond your control. We were all of us— and I include Obi-Wan in this— just trying to navigate each day as it came, doing the best we could with the information we had at the time. And so, I'll charge you to remember: Even the combined insight of the mighty Jedi Council never saw this coming. How could I be expected to?

{Are you an angel?}

No one knows the full story— our true story.

In terms of emotional presentation, what is the opposite of a highlight reel?

We were inexperienced, the both of us, and it handicapped us in precarious ways. Regardless, the cliché old adage stands frightfully true— when you know, you know, and Fate does not make allowances for how unprepared you are when It comes. We're told in romantic holomovies and wispy fables that such sudden, deep knowledge of finding your soul's intended sweeps you off your feet, making you dizzy with the butterflies and happy certainty of love.

We lacked such rapturous fortune.

Our recognition of fate came dosed in fear. It was absolute certainty wrapped tightly in nothing but the uncertain on all sides, with no air to breathe. It was the sudden lurch from familiar, solid ground to standing on the edge of a wet precipice, the wind ready to push us over at any moment. So we fought it. I swear it on the barren wasteland of all I hold dear— we did try. We fought it, until we… we couldn't. Until we had no choice but to either forfeit our sanity and suppress, or to give in to the abyss and hope we came out the other side whole.

We chose to hope.

Hope has always moved this galaxy forward. Always will. But in its progression, some get crushed beneath the wheel.

I would never separate my fate from my husband's. However, if I am allowed to speak in my own defense, he was far more prepared than I when destiny reunited us on Coruscant. He'd had a decade to process, to accept, to plan, to commit. I was late to the game. Popular thought seems to be that Anakin was the rash one— the unmanageable wild bull— and I the level-headed stoic. But I can never say enough how much I regret the pain I caused him, and the precious time wasted, as he struggled to stabilize me in the chaos alongside him. He knew we were inevitable from the first moment I stepped foot in Watto's shop. For a man infamously known for his lack of it, his patience as he waited for me to catch up to him was nothing short of astonishing. Albeit, that patience was far from perfect.

This realization of fate for a pair when thrust upon individuals in two very different stages of acceptance of it does not make for an easy-breezy love story. There were milestone moments that didn't play out like the glossy holomovies. Mutual inexperience coupled with raw intensity, making for clumsy actions and unpolished words.

But then there were those magical instances, which, unrestrained from knowing any better and ignited by our hungry want to experience, actually far surpassed possibility.

Those that would label us a toxic cocktail of abruptly rushed feelings and dramatic declarations knew scraps of the story. The closest people around us— the select few who knew— barely understood us, what we were to each other. The Jedi didn't even want to try.

So much has happened to him. To me. To us. I shoulder my share of blame without contest.

But I draw the line at any who would reduce us to shallow caricatures.

We were playful. We teased. We laughed. Oh, how Anakin could make me laugh. We bonded over losses, helping each other through grief. We fought— furiously. We made sacred amends. We peeled back sides of ourselves we hadn't yet shared with another soul. And we desired. Gods, Anakin and I desired like we'd invented it. We burned for each other like two stars going nova under our very skins, a touch both acting as the curative relief and as the explosive trigger for craving more. Professionals in the Red District of Coruscant practice for years to do with their entire bodies what we could do to each other with a single look. 'Boring' was not a word in our relationship's vocabulary.

I've been accused of falling for him too fast, before I really knew him. Such a charge is wrong on two counts. First, I knew exactly who Anakin Skywalker was when I married him. I saw firsthand glimpses of the wraith that would consume him long before most others did— even Obi-Wan. But, just as clearly, I likewise saw the good, the exorbitant amount of light in him that others failed to see. Even Obi-Wan.

And second, I did not fall for Anakin. One does not meet with the life-altering experience which made me feel more alive than anything ever had before and call it a fall. It will be difficult for the hindsight spectators with their superiority complexes to believe, but Anakin brought more excitement, passion, and joy into my life than anything I had ever known. Whether running a planet or a blockade, the nervous energy of addressing the Galactic Senate, or being surrounded in a war zone, it was all paltry compared to the rush I'd feel when his gaze simply met mine across a room. One does not fall for a man, a lover, a— forgive me, but— born pilot like Anakin Skywalker. I flew.

I acutely know this because the fall did come, only much, much later. By that point, the glorious height to which we'd soared became fatal once the descent began.

There are plenty who would have my Ani suffer eternally in hell for his crimes. I am not here to invalidate their reasons, nor to silence their cries for justice. I know what he has done. If they get their wish, my only request is this— let his same flames engulf me as well.

For this angel will gladly burn in hell by his side.

Continued at AO3 Link and Fanfiction.Net Link

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[reneeofthestars]

Reunion

Excited to share the short story I wrote for "Star-Crossed: An Anidala Zine" @anidalazine ! A "Padme Lives" AU

Words: 2,585 * Read on AO3

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Padmé Naberrie Amidala, former Queen of Naboo, former Galactic Senator, and current member of the Rebellion, had been in her share of tight spots before. 

But this was the first time the tight spot was an Imperial holding cell.

She’d already examined every inch of the enclosed dimly-lit space, searching for a weakness she could exploit, but found none. There was no access panel, no loose wiring, and no ventilation system large enough for her to squeeze through. So Padmé sat on the bench and watched the door, working on what she would say when an officer inevitably came to interrogate Sola Minnau.

After all, Padmé Amidala was dead.

For a while, Padmé thought she was dead. The galaxy around her swirled in hot reds and blues, then cold blacks and whites. Grief so raw it threatened to tear her apart, pain unlike any she had experienced, then stillness. Such perfect, silent stillness. She was weightless, drifting through some gentle embrace where there was no pain. No suffering.

It was the babies’ cries that called her back.

Once she was well enough to sit upright, she held her children close to her. Leia had Padmé’s eyes; Luke had Anakin’s. She was given privacy to cry. And once she had no more tears to shed, she set to work.

Padmé contacted Sabé, and her dearest friend organized the rest. Gathering Padmé’s former handmaidens, they worked swiftly to organize a body double and a funeral, and before long, the people of Naboo mourned the death of Padmé Amidala.

Heart aching but determined, Padmé had agreed to have her children separated – from her, and from each other. Having lost Anakin, Palpatine would turn his interest to the children if he knew they lived. Obi-Wan disappeared into the Outer Rim with Luke, and Bail falsified Leia’s birth records and took her into his home.

Over the years, Padmé – Sola Minnau, now – worked closely with Bail, Mon Mothma, and other trusted allies, establishing contacts, supply lines, and information networks. They smuggled food and medicine to communities being bled dry by the Empire, and helped those in danger disappear, all while trying to bolster support to resist the ever-growing dominance of the Empire over all worlds.

They all knew the risks. If they were caught, they could be subject to execution, or worse. But Padmé couldn’t stop. She would help, no matter the cost. She had spent her childhood on relief missions with her father, and she hadn’t been able to stand by while her people suffered when she was queen. She wouldn’t hide now.

That’s the thought that kept her focused when the contact on Rodia ended up being an Imperial informant. They had barely greeted each other before Padmé was surrounded by stormtroopers. Padmé had kept quiet, giving only her pseudonym when they initially questioned her. The troopers marched her onto a shuttle, and once they’d boarded the Star Destroyer in orbit, she’d been taken to a holding cell.

She took a deep breath and leaned back against the cold wall. In the twelve years since the fall of the Republic, Padmé had never been taken aboard a capital ship. With no communication or resources, help wasn’t coming. Padmé was on her own.

The door of the holding cell hissed open. She stood as a towering black-clad figure stepped in. Coarse, mechanical breathing filled the room; Padmé forced down a shudder. They had never crossed paths, but she recognized him from endless holos and horror stories, from the expressionless helmeted mask, from the lightsaber hanging from his belt.

Darth Vader.

*

Darth Vader’s breath would have hitched if his respirator hadn’t dragged the air from his lungs and reinflated them automatically. His heart would have stopped if the cardiac regulator hadn’t measured out steady heartbeats. The servos in his legs whirred as the galaxy was swept from under his feet and he nearly fell to his knees, so overcome with the emotions that suddenly raged inside him.

Padmé was alive. Alive, breathing, not five feet away.

No, that couldn’t be. She was dead. Vader had observed her funeral on Naboo, had mourned at her tomb. This was some trick, some deception meant to rattle him; the Emperor himself was likely behind this, testing Vader’s resolve. What was this trickery then? A PROXY droid? A Force Apparition? A Changeling? Perhaps a handmaiden?

But as Vader and his dead wife stared at one another, he shakily reached out with the Force, and felt – Padmé. Her existence thrummed in the Force, whole and strong, with that same vibrance he remembered from so long ago.

But she’d never looked at him like this. Anger burning in her eyes, resolve in the set of her lips, defiance in her stance. He’d seen her look at others like this and he’d admired her dedication and determination. But to have her glaring at him now, with loathing and defiance… he felt unsettled.

Padmé didn’t waste time. “On what grounds was I arrested?” she demanded. “It’s unlawful to take a citizen into custody without disclosing the nature of the supposed criminal activity.”

The current Admiral of The Executor had been so smug when he’d approached Vader to announce that a rebel insurgent had been captured. Vader had strode to the detention block, flanked by two stormtroopers, ready to wring out all the information he could from the rebel scum –

Of course she would be with the Rebellion. The Empire was the very thing that she had been so concerned about creating during the Clone Wars.

He forced himself to speak. “Conspiracy against the Empire.” His synthesized voice rang out in the enclosed space, so warped and pitched that she would never realize who she spoke to.

But did he really want her to know? Did he want Padmé to know what became of Anakin Skywalker? To see this broken, twisted husk of what remained? Would she want to know? Vader had killed Anakin Skywalker, had carved out everything that remained of the naïve Jedi, everything that Padmé had loved, until only Vader remained.

She was speaking, and Vader said nothing. He just… listened to her voice, bringing to mind memories of her practicing her speeches the night before important Senate sessions, as he half-listened, so happy that the Force had their paths cross all those years ago in Watto’s shop –

Fury burned in Vader’s core and he let it fester, let it burn away at the memories of the man he had killed. He turned his head, addressing the two stormtroopers standing in the cramped cell just behind him. “Leave us.”

Hastily, the troopers filed out, the door sliding closed behind them.

His breathing filled the silence; Padmé had stopped talking when Vader spoke. He felt her fear, though it did not show on her face.

“Do you have nothing to say?”

She had come to him on Mustafar, knowing what he’d done. Even as she betrayed me, she loved me.

It was the last thing she said to him; Vader heard it in his nightmares, sometimes. “Stop, stop now, come back. I love you. Anakin…”

Grief welled in him, and he spoke before he could stop himself. “I thought I lost you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’ve never met.”

“You were alive, I knew you were, but I felt – I felt our bond break.” His emotions roiled through him. “You were gone, he said –“

Hatred .

“He said I killed you,” Vader rumbled. “He said I killed you in a fit of anger, and when I couldn’t sense you, I believed him. The Emperor lied to me. He’s kept you from me all these years, knowing that I –”

That he what? Would have left Emperor Palpatine’s side? That he would run away with his long-lost wife? That he would kill her?

Padmé’s eyes had gone wide, frightened, incredulous as she stared at him. In a small voice, so quiet he almost didn’t hear: “…Anakin?”

The anguish threatened to consume him.

“Anakin Skywalker is dead.” He paused. “I…am what remains.”

She stared at him for so long, so silently, that Vader wondered if this might be a dream after all. “What…what happened?”

“It is because of Obi-Wan that I am like this,” he hissed.

“No! He would never hurt you! He loved you –”

“Enough! I don’t need to hear empty assurances.”

Fear lingered in her eyes, but that spark had returned. “If you can’t believe he loved you, what about our love?”

“I loved you more than I can ever express. I did everything for you – I would continue to do anything for you – ”

“Except come with me.”

“You brought Obi-Wan to kill me.”

“No! I didn’t know! I didn’t know he’d snuck aboard my ship.” And Vader was startled to hear the truth of her words reverberate in the Force. Taking a hesitant step forward, Padmé’s eyes flickered between the lenses of his mask, as though trying to see through them. “All I wanted was you. For us to be safe, and happy. We didn’t need anything else. Even…even after everything you did…”

“It was necessary. To bring order to the galaxy, to gain powers of the Force that would save –” Vader stopped abruptly. “The child. Does the child live?”

She bristled, and that was all the answer he needed.  

He turned from her, but he didn’t see the cold cell around them. He saw a child splashing in the lakes of Naboo, Padmé laughing as she chased them, and Anakin Skywalker watched them from the grass, smiling and happy, whole and unburnt.

And then his vision clouded with red, and black, and Darth Vader’s fury returned, wiping out the scene of peace that had been stolen from him. Because it had been stolen from him. If he had never pledged himself to the Emperor, never razed the Jedi Temple, never succumbed to the Dark Side, if the Emperor hadn’t lied to him about Padmé’s death… 

“Anakin?”

He jolted out of his seething reverie. Padmé’s expression was carefully controlled, but Vader could sense her unease, her fear, her… hope.

Her steady voice held more gentleness than he deserved. “What happens now?”

Now, the Emperor would die. Now, Vader would have revenge. Now…

He turned on his heel and waved his hand, the cell door opening, harsh white light spilling into the dim space.

“Bring her,” he commanded.

The stormtroopers moved immediately, pulling Padmé from her cell and marching her behind him. He could feel her eyes boring into the back of his helmet, but he didn’t turn around. If he took the time to explain, he might lose his nerve.

And neither Darth Vader nor Anakin Skywalker ever lost their nerve.

*

Padmé wanted to cry. She wanted to curl into the corner of some isolated place and sob her heart out. Instead, she raised her chin and walked as upright as she could as the stormtroopers escorted her behind the towering Sith.

How had the man she loved become the most feared monster in the galaxy?

She had believed, all those years ago, that there was still good in Anakin, even as he turned his back on everything he believed because he thought it would save her. But when Obi-Wan said that Anakin was dead –

Obi-Wan. Did he know that Anakin lived? Did he know what had become of his best friend? Had Obi-Wan lied to her about Anakin’s death, the way the Emperor lied to Anakin? No, she couldn’t believe that. He had been nearly as distraught as her. He couldn’t have known.

With all her heart, Padmé wanted to believe that there was still some sliver of good left in the creature that was Darth Vader; some glimmer of Anakin that she could recognize. But the horrific things that Vader had done… She watched the Imperials scatter from him in fear as Vader led her through the maze of corridors. How many had he killed? Tortured? He continued to hunt down surviving Jedi, relentlessly pursued Rebel insurgents, left ruins in his wake.

Could there really be good left in such a man?

She had to believe there was.

The corridor opened to a hanger bay. TIE fighters, small cargo ships, and shuttles lined the platform; technicians, pilots, deck crew, officers, and troopers moved in tightly organized groups, or else with purpose from one task to another. Darth Vader ignored them all, heading straight for a shuttle.

Technicians tending to the shuttle tripped over themselves as they leapt to attention.

“Lord Vader! We weren’t informed of a scheduled departure –”

“An apt statement, as I don’t often operate on schedules.” The man flinched. “I have need of my shuttle. Is it suitable?”

“Yes, my lord! It has been returned to your specifications.”

As the deck crew hurriedly cleared away their equipment, Padmé couldn’t help a twinge of familiarity; of course Anakin would be particular about his ship. So that, at least, had remained.

Darth Vader stood at the landing ramp and faced her. The troopers shoved her forward. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand twitch. But he didn’t strike. Instead, he stepped in front of them. “That will be all.”

“Sir?” one of them asked confusedly.

“I am not accustomed to repeating myself.” The low, warning tone sent a shiver up Padmé’s spine.

“Yessir,” the other said hastily, stepping back. The first trooper went to speak, thought better of it, and followed his fellow soldier.

Darth Vader’s shadow fell over her as she walked into the ship. Despite the size of the shuttle, there wasn’t much room inside; half the interior was taken up by some spherical mechanism, like a ball-shaped chamber.

“What’s happening?” she asked, doing her best to keep her tone calm.

Instead of answering, Vader swept past her, cape billowing behind him as he strode to the cockpit. “Strap in until we enter hyperspace.”

Her stomach flipped. Where was he taking her? Why didn’t he bring any guards along? Tense, she lowered herself into a seat and adjusted the safety harness. Darth Vader – Anakin – no, she couldn’t think of him as Anakin – Vader sat in the pilot's seat, expertly flipping switches and adjusting controls until the ship hummed to life.

The harsh white of the hanger bay ended as they emerged into the blackness of space. She could just spy Rodia through the viewport as Vader turned the ship and input coordinates. Coordinates to where? Within moments, the stars warped and stretched, before slingshotting them into the blue-white of hyperspace.

Gathering herself, Padmé undid the harness and stood. Vader made no movement as she walked into the cockpit. Even when she stood beside him, he didn’t turn to look at her. She gazed out the viewport feeling like she was hurtling towards –

“I will take you anywhere you want to go.”

A breath escaped Padmé. “What?”

Vader said nothing.

“You’re –” she sat heavily in a little-used copilots chair. “You’re helping me escape?”

“You will be interrogated as a Rebel spy. You may be tortured, or killed. And if the Emperor discovered your identity, he may take personal interest.”

After a long moment he added softly, “I cannot lose you again.”

With a trembling hand, she reached over and touched the side of that black mask. Finally, he turned to face her. It may have been a trick of the lenses, but for just a moment, she thought she saw his eyes illuminated in the light of hyperspace. Anakin’s eyes. Luke’s eyes.

“Come with me.”

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[sithskywalkerr]

I dream all year, but they're not the sweet kinds, and the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time. And now people talk to me, I'm slipping out of reach now People talk to me, and all their faces blur, but I got my fingers laced together. And I made a little prison, and I'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me.

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Anakin and Padmé are reimagined as deities with lore from The Clone Wars and the tale of Hades and Persephone as inspiration. In this retelling, the gods of the galaxy grapple with the eternal struggle of maintaining balance in the force. Anakin and Padmé, both powerful deities, are caught in a forbidden romance, their love hidden from the watchful eyes of their godly peers. They are well aware of Anakin's immense power and darkness, and this knowledge only adds to the complexity of their relationship. As the gods navigate their divine affairs, Anakin and Padmé's love story unfolds with the cosmic balance teetering, showcasing the depth of their emotions and the sacrifices they are willing to make for each other.

┈┈┈┈ coming soon. | promo cred.

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[alonelyturtle]

A Ray of Sunshine Update!

Have I finally updated a story I haven’t written since July? Yep. Did this take me extremely off guard? Very much so. But here’s a new chapter for the time travel/dimension jumping story that started from a strange dream!

Honestly I have no idea how long the bursts of inspiration will last, especially since I go back to work this week. Maybe this bout of covid pushed me a little more than I thought. Idle minds and all that.

Read the new chapter here!

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[serendipity-by-chance]

because of that one post i wanna talk about things in sw fics that instantly make me click out lol. im not naming any but yeah. like okay i may not always click out cause some of them are cool so yeah

1. when they make anakin too pathetic lol. like not the funny kind but weird pathetic💀💀 anakin was a smart guy lol. like dumb in a funny way but anakin was good with strategy. he was open and honest too. when those qualities of him are taken is that even anakin?

2. when the jedi council know about anidala. like guys that’s not possible. please. the thousands of years of rules wont change cause of 1 guy. be so serious. anakin isnt that important to the jedi council. just make him leave the order😭😭 he’d be happier without being there.

3. undermining padme. need some people to read her novels to know how determined padme was to create a better world. she was a fighter till the end. her dying is more than just anakin. everything she ever believed in was shattered. some of u dont get her the way i do.

4. okay this might be funnily weird but when satine isnt mentioned!! lol. like it can have other obi wan ships but when obi was centric thing happens and he talks about love and all but doesnt mention satine? mind u thats the woman he was willing to leave the order for😭😭 stop acting like disney who like to pretend padme never existed. yall do the same with satine.

5. i love time travel fics but some of them having characters that instantly blurt out the truth instead of pausing and thinking what will happen if i do this.

6. LAST AND MOST IMPORTANT. when yall take one side with the parents. istg. leia is breha and bail’s kid and she is also anakin and padme’s. anakin and padme were created based off of luke and leia😭😭 you can’t change the similarities between them because it EXISTS FOR A REASON. but also you dont get to ignore bail and breha’s hand in raising leia. if leia was left to be raised by vader she’d be twisted into sth evil. leia’s goodness and righteousness and sense of justice, all of which she inherited from padme and anakin, was ALSO taught by bail and breha. they taught her to be a good person. someone who fights for justice and freedom. leia is all of their legacy. please stop picking sides it’s gross. anakin and padme didnt have a choice when it came to parenting leia because one was dead and the other thought leia was dead but they loved her from the moment they knew they would have a child. anakin was even convinced it would be a girl and he was so excited. to not acknowledge that is insulting really. and also, it was bail and breha who raised her and loved her. she was their child. their pride. to not acknowledge everything leia is BECAUSE of them is also insulting. i need fic writers to do better

#leia organa #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anidala #bail organa #breha organa #basically my takes on sw fanfics prequel edition

[casieyfran]

"Happy Anniversary, my love"

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So your telling me, we got a canon anakin falling to the darkside for 'love' and theres no batshit crazy psychopath obsess posessive yandere vader fanfic?

Except for this fics its perfect! Recommendation: my fanart inspiration!

Encaged by bornofstars

Literally every vaderdala fanfic they wrote is perfect. The way they wrote vader is on point and just exactly what i need

If you could only see, the beast you've made me by Gemma's Writing

This fic had me like "wait a damn minute that make sense!" I consider this a canon U-U the posessiveness is ugh 😩👌 and Gemma's is the goat! Her anidala and vaderdala fics is so interesting and well written!

Sins of the Father by indiefic

Unfortunately, it will remain unfinished but its good while it last and the author didn't left their reader thirsty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and padme having a bit of a darkside of her own is 😩👌

The Bargain by SilverDaye

This is one of the fic that it made me wonder why im still reading this. I need more! And i know i shouldn't..

#vaderdala #anidala #anakin x padme #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #padme skywalker #darth vader #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #spicy #revenge of the sith #star wars #fanart #fanfic #star wars fanart #panakin