#but in her padmé naberrie heart .... it's a lot

[welldonebeca]

The Duchess and the Bastard (XIII) - A Bride

WC: 1k words Warnings: Fluff. Victorian AU. Marriage.

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Leia’s hands were delicate on Rey’s hair as she braided it.

Alderaanian tradition dictated that a mother should braid her daughter’s hair for her wedding day, with bride’s braids, But Rey didn’t have a mother, and her grandmother could take this place, her future mother-in-law had asked to do so, and Rey couldn’t deny her.

“Beautiful,” she pined the last of her hair with her veil, strategically positioned with the tiara. “Look.”

Rey took in a deep breath, looking at herself.

It was her wedding day, after the longest wait - half a year, but it felt like forever - and a lot of preparations.

At last, she was going to be married to Ben.

“Thank you for doing this,” she looked up at Leia.

“Thank you for letting me,” her groom’s mother rubbed her shoulder gently. “It is my pleasure. Now come here," Leia offered her hands to hold. "Let me look at you."

Rey stood up, a little nervous, and Ben's mother took a hand to her chin, raising it.

The Princess was a small woman, in height and general size. Rey was tall for a woman - she took it from her mother's side. Grandma Sabé, who looked very much like Rey when she was young, was just as tell, and her mother too - but she still stood over a head taller than her.

"I always wanted a daughter," she confessed. "But Ben was such a huge baby. I didn't feel ready to try for a second after him."

Rey chuckled, but stopped for a moment. If Ben was a big baby, did that mean they were going to have big babies?

"Oh, don't worry, you are bigger than me," she reminded Rey. "You're tall, and you got the right hips, nothing like me at your age."

She smiled a little, thought still wary, and Leia adjusted her veil.

"Anyway, he was born at sea, did you know? I squatted right over hand, holding onto Chewie, his major, and pushed Ben out in the middle of a storm," she chuckled. "My brother almost had a heart attack."

Rey laughed, and Leia just grinned along, taking a hand up her face and caressing it gently.

"But I got you now," she affirmed. "Now, with the words. Something old..." she took her hands to her veil - something from her mother, Ben's grandmother, Queen Padmé. "Something new."

"The dress," Rey told her.

It was an ivory piece, beautiful and lovely made by the royal seamstress.

"Yes," the princess agreed. "Something borrowed, the Tiara."

She was wearing the ancient Naberrie tiara, which belonged to Leia and was passed down to the women of the Naberrie family.

"And something blue, your flowers," Leia finished it.

Rey nodded, happy.

Her wedding was full of blue hydrangeas, her favourite flowers, and she was having them as her bouquet.

She had thought about having something different and more traditional, but Ben was insistent they did everything with her favourite flowers.

“And a six-pence in your shoe,” she winked.

Rey grinned, relaxing, looking at the door, and took in a deep breath. Grandfather would be there any time now.

“Your Royal Highness?”

Princess Leia looked at her face, and the young bride shifted a little on her feet.

“How does it feel?” she asked. “To be married?”

Her eyes fell on Rey’s, and her soon to be mother-in-law smiled gently.

“Let me tell you a story,” she decided. “Before Han I thought marriage was not for me. That it was just someone who was going to annoy me my for the rest of my life, ruin my life with his snoring, sit in my favourite chair when I wanted to to and all that.”

Rey nodded along, listening to her, and Leia sighed softly.

“And then I got with Han, and time passed. The first Winter we spent together, he sat on my favourite chair far too many times, and woke up in the middle of the night with his snoring, and complained back wheneber I complained about anything to him. And then he left…” she told her, and stopped, eyes filling up with tears. “And for the next 30 something Springs, Autumns and Summers, I would crave the day Winter came back, so that I could have him again.”

She reached for Rey and adjusted her necklace for a moment.

“Now, we fight over sitting of that chair every time we have tea,” she told her. “And I love every second of it.”

Rey smiled. Most of her life had been filled with loneliness. Her status and her grandfather’s age always ended up making her spend a lot more time alone than any other girl her age growing up, and while she had Rose as a friend, they couldn’t spend as much time together as she wanted.

Ben was her future husband, yes, but he was also her friend. She knew they could talk about everything, and soon their family would grow.

She would never be alone again.

A knock on the door made them both look at it, and it slowly opened to reveal her grandfather waiting.

“Rebecca?” he spoke softly.

She smiled, and he exhaled, eyes filling with tears and he took her image in.

“You are beautiful,” he declared, squeezing his cane tightly in his hand. “A true angel.”

Her heart rushed in her chest, eager and happy.

“Do you really like it?” Rey looked at herself, unsure. Her dress was so simple, maybe she could have asked for more from the seamstress.

Grandfather nodded again, emphatic.

There was no single moment in her life that she didn’t feel loved by him. He had been no less than a dedicated father to her, loving Rey and always trying his best to make her life good.

“I love it,” he affirmed.

She smiled, breathing in and out.

“Is it time already?” Princess Leia asked.

“Yes, your highness,” he confirmed.

rey squeezed her flowers a little tighter.

It was time.

“Come Rey,” her future mother-in-law offered her a hand. “Let’s get you and my son married.”

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[amidoasis]

padmé’s  handmaidens  from  her  terms  as  queen  of  naboo  all  went  their  separate  ways  after  those  terms  were  up,     except  for  sabé,     who  continued  by  padmé’s  side  as  senator.          in  the  queen’s  shadow,     padmé  works  with  two  new  ‘handmaidens’,     cordé,     dormé,     and  versé.

cordé  posed  as  senator  amidala  in  the  beginning  of  aotc,     with  versé,     and  died  in  padmé’s  arms     --     versé  also  died  during  the  landing  strip  attack.          though  she  knows  that  being  in  her  employ  means  danger,     padmé  still  fears  for  the  lives  of  the  people  around  her.

#i havent finished queen's shadow so like idk what happens to sabé post that book since shes not in aotc #SO NO SPOILERS #and saché i believe was tortured during the invasion of naboo in tpm <3 #PADME IS JSUT SO STRESSED ABOUT HOW EASILY PPL GET HURT AROUND HER ..... #it will never like ... get in the way of her doing what she has to do and she understands that they sign up for it #and she treats it as amidala would #but in her padmé naberrie heart .... it's a lot #｡✧˚ ⠀ ⠀ ━━ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍. ⠀ ／ ⠀ my heart is oppressed in a way that astonishes me.

[crispyjenkins]

Naboo Obi Gets to Do the Kiss Thing

(okieeeee not sure how to describe this in a way that makes sense but this drawing by @bureau-pinery​ will alas not actually happen in All We Have is Hunger, for reasons™ but tosh, @atelier-dayz​ and @mandalorianbrainweasel​ all had something to say about jango getting to kiss obi-wan in his makeup and i am a weak, weak man. SO here are two separate little UA takes on how that kiss could have gone, if i could have worked them into hunger-canon (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) which i couldn’t because: pining. i need them to keep pining into the sequel. you don’t understa–

(also you sort of need to have read hunger ‘verse up through chapter 6 to understand these T◡T srrys)

ca. chapter 6

  Jinn carries Maul’s corpse out of the Theed power generator on his back despite the blistered wound across his ribs, and doesn’t quite look at Obi-Wan walking beside him, despite having given Obi-Wan his cloak as a sort of shock blanket. 

  Which is a little ridiculous considering he’d had no problem looking when Maul had Obi-Wan on his back, one foot crushing his shoulder into the floor as he tauntingly held the end of his lightstaff inches from his throat. In Jinn’s defense, he had been struggling not to fall into the melting pit at the time, only an arm and his eyes visible over the edge as he had to watch Maul leer down at Obi-Wan as if deciding what best way to tear him apart. 

  In Obi-Wan’s defense, Jinn had only managed to pull himself back onto the catwalk after Obi-Wan had dislocated his own shoulder wrenching it out from underneath Maul’s boot, and after he had stabbed Jinn’s lightsaber under Maul’s raised arm right through his chest to the other side. Zabraks have two hearts, Obi-Wan had learned while fighting Savage, and knew he’d hit both of Maul’s when he released a single breath and dropped at Obi-Wan’s feet.

  Though injured himself, Jinn had reset Obi-Wan’s shoulder and fashioned a sling out of his obi belt, and Obi-Wan had not protested when he draped his Jedi robe around him. He made no offer to carry Maul.

  The pilots haven’t returned by the time they reach the hangar, but there are heaps of deactivated B1 droids scattered between it and the throne room, so they must have succeeded in taking out the control ship. Reaching out with the Force, Obi-Wan can tell Padmé has already subdued Gunray, and he’s just relieved they don’t have to run anywhere else; if he had his way, he’d never have to do more than a brisk walk for the rest of his life.

  Captain Panaka sees them first as Obi-Wan leads them into the throne room, where the Guard is cuffing Gunray and Haako to each other and Padmé is already delegating tasks to the other humans swarmed around her desk.

  “Messere Naberrie!” Panaka calls with relief, all heads jerking in Obi-Wan’s direction while Jinn bends down to lay Maul on the floor by one of the columns as respectfully as possible. Obi-Wan doesn’t wait for him, making his way to the other Naboo and trying not to look like he’d just been through hell. Panaka and Jango break away from the group, Panaka hurrying down the chamber to help Jinn, but Jango heads right for Obi-Wan, unbuckling his helmet from under his chin as he goes.

  “Are you alright?” he demands, and Obi-Wan’s mind flatlines. 

  His curls are stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his scowl is terrible, and Obi-Wan can almost hear him swearing Jinn out in his mind, but no one’s ever looked at Obi-Wan like that.

  When Jango pauses with a confused frown, Obi-Wan keeps walking, because, kriff it, he’d just almost died again and he doubts Jango’s going to stick around on Naboo very long once his contract is up, and he’s always been stupid for brown eyes dark enough to ground him.

  Besides, he’s still got one working hand to set behind Jango’s neck and gently pull him forward, and two working ears to hear Gunray choke and make a sound like he’s dying.

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ca. chapter 4

    When the Queen invites Jango to her quarters that night, with their arrival to Naboo looming the next morning, he pretends he hadn’t known she would ask to extend his contract. Obi-Wan stands off to the side in a new set of silky lavender tunics with his hair pulled up away from the high collar, and shoots him a smug wink when Jango takes his seat across from the Queen. Or, the one that had him sign the contract the last time, at least.

  No one in the room seems surprised when he agrees to the new contract, to continue to keep the royal party safe until the occupation is dealt with or both the Queen and her advisor are dead. As if Jango would let that happen.

  Obi-Wan follows him when everything has been signed and filed away, smiling as he gently grabs Jango's wrist to change his course from the sleeping quarters towards the galley instead, with the murmured promise of alcohol. Somehow, his grip is already loose enough that it doesn’t set off Jango’s instincts to free himself from whatever the kriff is around his wrist, but, tearing his eyes from their hands back to Obi-Wan’s face, Jango realises there’s no “somehow” about it. Because, of course, Obi-Wan already knows.

  Jango shoves the part of his mind that sounds an awful lot like Arla back into its box, and lets this stupid, beautiful man lead him down the stairs to the deck below. Of course he already knows. 

   He almost expects it, when Obi-Wan barely enters the room before turning and gently pushing him against the wall next to the door. Jango hadn’t realised at the start of this contract what an eventful hub the galley would become, and he’s honestly going to miss it a little bit, after he leaves Naboo. After Obi-Wan is no longer a foot away, looking at him like he’s trying to decide if he wants to drown in this.

  Being able to count all your relationships on your hands doesn’t exactly give you the widest range of experiences, and though he’s rarely been the one against the wall, Jango likes to think he’s got a pretty good idea of what to expect by now. Yet, it still startles him when Obi-Wan closes the space between them just to press that fondly-exasperated smile against his lips and then stay there — which is around the time Jango’s mind finally catches up to this being a thing that’s actually happening, that this stupid, beautiful man knows what he’s doing. 

  And Jango isn’t quite sure how it happens, but by the time either of them think to pull away, he has a hand in Obi-Wan’s hair, red locks spilling over his fingers as the wooden pin holding it all up comes loose. Kiss-drunk is a good look on him, Jango thinks, wet lipped and slightly dazed as his hair falls down around his face, though Jango can’t fathom how absolutely none of his makeup had smeared.

  “We haven’t even started drinking yet,” Jango mutters breathlessly, just to see Obi-Wan’s whole face twist up even as he tries to tamp down an equally-breathless grin.

  “Oh, yes, very classy, Jango,” he grouses, but does nothing to dislodge Jango’s hand, or to pull away.

  Smirking, Jango swipes his thumb over Obi-Wan’s deceptively-chapped bottom lip. “You’re the one that kissed me, or'dinii.”

  Obi-Wan scoffs, and drops a kiss onto Jango’s open palm. “Stop calling me names, and I might still give you a drink.”

-

Mando’a: or’dinii — “fool”, “moron”

#hunger 'verse #crispy writes #prompt fill #ish #sw miya #bureau pinery #mandalorianbrainweasel #your honor these men are FOOLS #prequel trilogy #au #jangobi #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #jango fett/obi-wan kenobi #local gay aces terrorise leader of alien invasion by being affectionate in public #mando'a #naboo au #i’ve been writing pining for so long i think i forgot how to write kissing #like i’m dead serious what the fuck #i'm probably forgetting some tags but i've been up 19 hours and i am an old man #fanfiction #no this is not an ask box fill but also fite me #i love and miss my friends #so local gay aces for everyone

[thedarkreborn]

WIP Whenever

(I was tagged by @darthsassacre but I’m not doing nano because I work retail, so here instead have a snippet of this What If Padme Was A Jedi Too? Prequel Trilogy rewrite that I started a billion years ago and will absolutely never ever finish enough to properly post but I still think about sometimes because it’s neat, okay? And makes a lot of the wibbly-continuity things of the PT mesh better with the OT and...anyway, this is near the end.)

Bail struggled forward, coughing from the acrid smoke. He wiped his eyes clear of the blood seeping from a cut on his forehead, but they immediately watered. His ears were still ringing from the crash, but over the crackling flames he thought he heard a baby’s anguished wail. He forced his way forward, shoving debris out of his way, until he saw a slim booted foot.

“Padmé!” he shouted, grabbing the sheet of metal and heaving it away from the young Jedi. She was curled up around her infant daughter, pressing the wailing child to her chest. Tears ran down Padmé’s face, and somehow Bail knew that they weren’t from the smoke. “Master Naberrie?” he asked tentatively.

She looked up at him and her brown eyes were dead. “I cut us off from the Force,” she whispered, clutching Leia as if the child was her only anchor to the world.

Bail recoiled in shock. He had heard rumors that the Jedi could sever another’s Force-connection; it was, by all accounts, a heinous punishment reserved for only the most evil crimes and, until now, Bail had scoffed at the rumors. Padmé was still speaking, although her voice did not sound like her own and Bail could barely hear the words over his own shock.

“I severed us to make…to make Anakin think we had died. The…the shock of—of blocking us off from the Force will feel enough like death that…that he will be fooled.”

“Is it permanent?” Bail blurted, staring at her goggle-eyed.

Padmé looked away and it was a moment before she answered. “My daughter will grow out of it,” she said softly.

“And you?” Bail asked her in a quiet voice as he helped the young woman to her feet. The baby’s wails had trailed off into little hiccoughing sobs. Bail didn’t need to see Padmé shake her head to know the answer; the heartbroken emptiness on her face was evidence enough.

He put an arm around the once-Jedi. Padmé had always been short for a human, but suddenly she looked both small and fragile. Her war-honed muscles trembled so that she felt like she might break beneath his touch if he pressed too hard. “Come,” Bail said gently as he helped her pick her way gingerly through the wreckage, “we need to get out of here. We’ll look up some people that owe me a favor; they can smuggle the two of you into Alderaan, we can hide you from…him, there.”

Padmé stopped, looking back the other way. “But my son—”

“Obi-Wan has him now.” Padmé still did not move. “It is safer for all of you now if you are not together,” Bail said as gently as he could, although he could feel his own heart breaking for the little family and he knew that Padmé’s anguish had to be a million times his own. He tugged at the former Jedi and this time she came along, although she barely seemed to know that she was moving. “Come, Mast—come, Padmé; Master Kenobi will be able to keep Luke safe easier if he is not worried for the rest of us.”

Padmé nodded mutely and clutched little Leia tighter.

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Obi-Wan stared at the burning wreckage, unable to move. He heard baby Luke wailing but could not budge. Padmé and her daughter, Leia—just gone, their suddenly empty presence reverberating through the Force like a wound. Then the Force trembled; it felt like someone had thrown a stone into a calm lake. The ripples spread thrumming through Obi-Wan’s senses and the Jedi shivered. Vader was coming.

Kenobi passed a hand across Luke’s brow and the child’s wailing ended with a gurgle and a yawn as the baby dropped into sleep. Obi-Wan drew what cloaking he could across the boy, trying to hide his presence in the Force; he was not as good at it as Qui-Gon had been, and certainly he was not the master at it that Tholme was, but he was in a hurry and maybe if the Force was with him and he could distract his former student quickly, it would be enough.

(I don’t know what the state of anyone’s posting or writing is right now, so if you haven’t been tagged yet and have story bits you would like to share please consider me your tagger! And tag me so I know to read it please. Beyond that I’m going to try and at least hit a few people so @derinthescarletpescatarian @storytellingdreamer @hamsolo @keldorfriend @saliesxn

#wip whenever #star wars fanfiction #star wars prequels #padme naberrie #bail organa #other fic #star wars au

[goldens0422]

How Anakin and Padmé would've ruled the Empire

So, obviously, we've seen many, many fanfictions and AUs about Padmé joining Anakin and ruling the Empire with him. They've all given their takes on how their Empire would go, and this is no different.

So, without further ado, here's my take (this'll be pretty long):

If Padmé joins Anakin, he'll be a lot more composed once he faces Obi-Wan, and something tells me Padmé would've just shot Obi-Wan before the two could begin their duel (sorry, Obi, but at least you're not necessarily dead). Padmé gives birth like normal, so Luke and Leia are pretty alright.

Anakin's still very much pissed off by the Jedi, so he won't let any of the surviving Jedi return and will still have them on their hitlist, but instead of saying that the Jedi committed treason, he'll simply say that the Jedi failed to protect the galaxy, so he and Padmé will do it themselves. That's also his explanation for his hatred towards the Jedi to Padmé.

Anakin, however, will eventually put a bounty on Ahsoka in the hopes to get to her, with an "Alive Only" condition along with stating his genuine intentions to get to her.

Once he is sure Padmé, Luke, and Leia are alright, he'll excuse himself to make an official announcement.

By this point, he'll reveal his marriage to Padmé and name her his Empress, explain the Jedi's failure, open up the military force to the population, put Padmé in charge of the Imperial Senate, and establish a new Order for Force Sensitives, but of course, the people registered into that Order will be allowed to form attachments and get to know their parents (let's call it the Skywalker Order)

Eventually, Ahsoka will be found and brought in, and Anakin will explain everything. She appears super reluctant at first but will eventually give in to her gripes with the Jedi Order and join Anakin. She'll be the Master of the Skywalker Order, only behind Anakin who is the Grandmaster.

Anakin will return to Padmé, and she'll be a tad bit confused as she fell asleep after giving birth. He'll explain that he was now the Emperor and she was now the Empress and that they could make their dreams come true, whatever they were.

Anakin and Padmé will live in Padmé's apartment for a while. Anakin will manage just about every part of the Empire for a bit as Padmé takes baby duties. She'll also eventually meet Queen Jamilia who states that Naboo will remain loyal to the government. She'll resign from being Naboo's senator.

Anakin and Padmé will eventually meet the Naberrie family. All will wonder why Padmé suddenly sided with an Empire but will understand it at some point. Sola, Jobal, and most of the family will warm up to Anakin quickly, but Ruwee will remain skeptical for quite some time. However, eventually he'll warm up himself.

There'll be some assassination attempts on the two for a while, but people will eventually warm up to the Empire as Anakin continuously targets slavery across the galaxy. Like the brilliant couple that Anakin and Padmé is, they'll scuff out the rebellion with time.

Anakin will probably write the Skywalker Code at some point (with some help from Padmé to make it sound more poetic):

With passion, I am strong.

With peace, I am strong.

Passion fuels my heart, and peace fuels my mind.

With only heart, I am unwise.

With only mind, I am unkind.

Forever should I hold passion and peace, then forever will I be strong.

I will not shut away my emotions, I will control.

I will not be ran over by emotions, I will control.

Forever should I control, then forever will I be strong.

Forever am I strong.

The Skywalker Order will not expect all Force Sensitives to be in it, however, but all Force Sensitives should be expected to be registered as Force Sensitives and will be given basic training to control their inherent powers. Still, the Skywalker Order will be a whole lot better than the Jedi Order and Sith Order.

Once Padmé is a lot more capable of heavy workloads, Anakin will hand over the entirety of political affairs to her while he focuses more on the military affairs. Speaking of the military, he'll also make Ahsoka the Supreme Commander.

Anakin also eventually finds a way to scientifically slow down one's aging, and he uses the serum that his team developed on him and Padmé. The two are also considering using it on their children as it didn't have much drawbacks.

Once the two get really comfortable in their new Empire, they'll establish a dynasty, so the Skywalkers remain in power. Anakin and Padmé will also adopt Ahsoka because that's been one of their dreams for a while, but they won't decide who'll inherit their throne just yet.

So, now, we have:

His Majesty The Emperor (Anakin)

Her Majesty The Empress (Padmé)

His Royal Highness The Prince Luke

Her Royal Highness The Princess Leia

Her Royal Highness The Supreme Commander (Ahsoka)

Eventually, Anakin will get a hold of Yoda who would've reminded him of Ahsoka had she not sided with him, but she did so...Yoda just gets killed. Obi-Wan is possibly dead already, so no point in bothering with that.

Anakin and Padmé planned on having only one more child, but they loved each other too much and ended up having five (not that they didn't love the five so much).

Once Ahsoka reaches her late 40s, she'll step down from Supreme Commander and simply be the Master of the Order, and Luke becomes Supreme Commander. Leia eventually ascends to the throne and falls in love with Han.

Padmé established a rule that the sovereign can choose to either make their spouse a coregent or a consort. Leia makes Han a Prince Consort instead of Emperor (not that Han is salty about it or anything - it made sense).

All of their kids end up happily married because as much as they're all so different, they're all drop dead gorgeous.

While all that is going on, Anakin and Padmé, still drop dead gorgeous in their 60s, eventually step down and retire to a private vacation house temporarily as they sought to enjoy the rest of their lives together.

#anidala #alternate universe #anakin x padme #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #leia organa #luke skywalker #ahsoka tano

[foreteller-ava]

Fallen Star: Chapter 13

AO3 | FFN

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Fic Summary: The Clone Wars have raged on for three years. With Dooku dead, the war’s end is finally within reach, and peace may come to the galaxy.

For Jedi Knight Padmé Naberrie, Senator Anakin Skywalker, and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, the world seems to have too many other plans to let it.

[Or, a Revenge of the Sith Roleswap AU]

Chapter Summary: Obi-Wan learns the truth, Anakin goes after Padme.

A/N: Not a lot to add for this chapter, but I do think it's funny I have to open up so many tabs for each update that I now actively open up a new window for it.

See you next week!

Obi-Wan had arrived on the ship feeling nothing but dread. The Jedi Temple had burned, and there were so many on Coruscant who might be in danger, so many Jedi in the world that he couldn't feel. His bond with Padmé felt strained, and he could barely sense his Padawan at all, which didn't bode well.

If he was honest, the only thing that kept him going was a small hope that maybe, there were more survivors than Yoda. He had to hope as he finally met with Bail and Yoda for any answers they could give. "How many other Jedi have managed to survive? Have you heard from any survivors?"

"Heard from no one have we." Yoda shook his head, and Obi-Wan felt his heart sink. So many Jedi had been alive only hours ago, and now, almost none remained.

Bail frowned. "I saw thousands of troops attack the Jedi Temple. That's why I went looking for Yoda." He indicated the small green Jedi before he continued.

"Have we had any contact from the Temple?" Obi-Wan asked.

Yoda nodded, although he didn't sound particularly assured over it. "Received a coded message of retreat we have."

"It requests all Jedi to return to the Temple." Bail added, which explained Yoda's reluctance. It was obviously a trap for the few Jedi who managed to survive the clones' attack. Lure them back, and then have whatever unit was stationed at the Temple kill them. "It says the war is over."

"Then we must go back. If there are any stragglers, they'll fall into the trap and be killed." Which was the last thing Obi-Wan wanted. He'd rather never learn if any more Jedi besides him and Yoda survived than learn that by letting them return, he was responsible for their demise.

Yoda took it under consideration for a moment before nodding. "Suggest dismantling the coded system, do you?"

"Yes, master. There is too much at stake." Too many lives had already been lost to this war, to this moment. There wasn't a reason to risk anymore.

"I agree. And a little more knowledge might light our way."

A little more...Obi-Wan took that under consideration for a moment before he realized what Yoda implied. They might be able to learn who was responsible for the attack. Even the identity of the Clone Battalion might tell them more of who led the clones on the temple.

They went to the cockpit of the ship as it began towards Coruscant, leaving the two Jedi time to reflect. It was but a moment's reprieve in the grand scheme of everything, but Obi-Wan took advantage of it to meditate, to try to find some kind of peace in what felt like such an empty galaxy.

He poked at the bond with his apprentice, trying to reach Padmé and let her know that he was alright, but like before, despite knowing that she was still alive, it felt distant, like nothing he was doing was able to reach her. Was she comatose? Dying? Was that why he couldn't reach her? Maybe it had to do with her children? There were too many variables and not knowing was driving him to worry.

Still, he let that worry go once more. Anakin was definitely still alive, the Force would truly feel empty without the bright spot that was his Force presence, and if he was alive, that meant there was somebody who could give answers as to what happened to Padmé. He wouldn't be left wondering for long and until he could get answers, continuing to fixate and worry would do him no good.

As they neared closer to the planet, the pilot turned to Bail. "There's a message from the Chancellor."

"Sent it through." Bail nodded.

"Yes, sir."

The screen flashed on, and Obi-Wan and Yoda ducked behind chairs so as not to be seen by whomever was on screen. The blue form of Mas Amedda appeared on screen. "Senator Organa, the Chancellor requests your presence as a special session of Congress."

Bail nodded. "I will be there."

"He'll be expecting you." Amedda vanished from the screen, and a tension filled the air.

It was well known that Bail was working against the Chancellor, and given the move on the Jedi, and the fact that everybody knew that…

"Could be a trap." Bail voiced the thought aloud that everybody had thought. But would Palpatine make a move that risky right now?

No, that didn't make sense. Bail was the Senator of Alderaan. If he tried to take him out now, it'd put Coruscant in too precarious of a position given whatever...this was. "I don't think so. The Chancellor will not be able to control the thousands of star systems without keeping the Senate intact."

Yoda nodded in agreement. "If a special session of Congress there is, easier for us to enter the Jedi Temple it will be."

Then that would be when they'd do it. That'd be when they'd arrive to protect the remaining Jedi.

-x-

Anakin had been reluctant to leave the twins behind in the apartment without either him or Padmé there to watch them, but Shmi had been insistent he show up at the special session. It had made sense, if he wasn't here to support Palpatine, there was a very real danger given how he'd treated the Jedi. His mother would be able to keep an eye on them, and if she desperately needed help, then she could take care of them fine.

Still, the applause as Palpatine told the Senate of his actions against the Jedi left Anakin feeling sick. He knew these were lies. Palpatine had to have lied to Padmé just as he was lying to the Senate now. There was something missing. There had to be.

"And the Jedi rebellion has been foiled."

Anakin looked to the side as he watched Bail slide in. "What's happened?"

"Palpatine's telling us all about some kriffing plot the Jedi have been hatching to overthrow the Senate, and him." The meaning of Anakin's words were clear, and Bail picked up on them right away, thankfully.

They both knew this speech was nothing but lies.

"The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated." There was applause all around them, and Anakin could only think of Padmé.

She believed in the Chancellor, she was doing what he asked, why would he even condemn her. Obi-Wan, Padmé, possibly even Ahsoka, they were all in danger because of this order, but none of them had done anything wrong. If it wasn't for the fact that he needed to hear the whole story, he might have punched the Chancellor now.

He was still sorely tempted to do so. But even he knew there was a time to be silent, and the applause surrounding them reassured Anakin that now was that time.

"The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed." Palpatine's voice continued to echo around the Senate chambers. "But I assure you, my resolve has never been stronger!"

"In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the First Galactic Empire!" The applause became deafening, drowning out the rest of Palpatine's speech. Anakin looked over to Bail.

It wasn't a secret that if the person creating the empire were somebody decent, who would push to get things done that would help others, Anakin may have been among those cheering. Somebody like Bail or Mon running the system could fix many of the problems he had.

Bail or Mon would, however, never be the type of person to push to create an empire in the first place.

Palpatine was creating a dictatorship, and the Senate building was filled with nothing but loud celebration and cheers. People were giving a round of applause louder than any he had ever heard in exchange for their freedom. Anakin was glad he'd shown up now, if for no other reason than to know exactly how far their government had fallen, how far everything had fallen. His thoughts on forming an army to take down Palpatine seemed to be paying off, given this was exactly what the delegation had formed to stop, what they had all feared.

He turned to face Bail to see an equally dismayed look upon his face.

At this moment, sitting in the Senate would just be a further waste of time. They had to do something to stop this empire, no matter what the cost.

-x-

Blue. Of course the clones in the temple were that familiar shade of blue. Obi-Wan closed his eyes as he sliced through the last of the clones guarding the entrance. Appo, Dogma, and so many others from Padmé's battalion. He recognized these clones, and while they weren't his men specifically, it hurt no less to be killing them.

He retracted the blade of his lightsaber alongside Yoda, and he continued to ignore the foreboding feeling as he entered the temple.

It had to be coincidence. It could not be because Padmé had betrayed them. There was just no way.

They walked the halls in silence as the bodies of Jedi of all ages and clones littered the floor. Children with blaster wounds, Padawans with lightsaber burns, full Jedi Knights with both and more. He couldn't believe this was real, that they were really dead. That there were so many…

The lightsaber wounds...he desperately tried not to think about what they meant, the implications when combined with the blue armored soldiers outside. "Who? Who could've done this?"

It wasn't Padmé. It couldn't be Padmé. She would never be able to do something like this. He couldn't face the idea if she could.

"Come, answers we'll find farther in the Temple." Yoda led the way through the temple as they continued to pass by body after body, until finally they arrived at the chamber where the signal would be broadcast. Obi-Wan approached the terminal and started changing the signal. A recording box popped up. It was time to send their message. "This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order, and the Republic, have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning, and a reminder, for any surviving Jedi: Trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple, that time has passed. Our future is uncertain. We will each be challenged. Our trust, our faith, our friendships, but we must persevere, and in time, a new hope will emerge."

"May the Force be with you, always." He signed off from the terminal, turning off the recording. Hopefully, it would be enough to keep the Jedi away.

In the meantime, he turned to Yoda. "I have changed the code, warning all surviving Jedi to stay away."

Yoda looked away for a moment. "For the clones to discover the recalibration, a long time it will take." Hopefully, long enough for all Jedi to know to stay as far away from Coruscant as possible so they'd stay safe. He started to walk away, and Obi-Wan closed the control panel to follow Yoda out.

"Wait, master. There is something I must know." He needed the information. He needed to believe that Padmé was innocent of this. That the blue armor of the clones, the strange distance in their bond, the lightsaber wounds...that it was all a coincidence. He walked to the security terminal, trying to ignore the warnings in the Force, the feelings of dread building.

"If into the security recordings you go, only pain will you find."

Deep down, Obi-Wan knew that. He also knew he needed to see for himself the truth. "I must know the truth, master." He turned on the recordings, watching with dismay as Padmé appeared in them, wielding her lightsaber against the Jedi in the temple, the Padawans, the Masters, the Knights. Every single one of them fell to her lightsaber with ease.

"It can't be…" Obi-Wan had known it was a possibility. He knew that, but to see it himself...tears started to form in his eyes, tears he was rapidly blinking back, refusing to shed. So much had happened today, and to see his best friend, his sister, standing there taking down so many of the Jedi. "It can't be…"

The video went forward, to another projection, where Padmé kneeled before a dark lord of the Sith. "You have done well, my new apprentice. Now, Lady Amidala, go and bring peace to our new empire."

Lady Amidala, hearing the name made him feel sick as he turned off the recording. "I can't watch any more." He couldn't. That was Padmé. How could she…?

"Destroy the Sith we must." Obi-Wan shook his head at Yoda's words. Destroy them? Destroy Padmé? How could he?

No, there was only one Sith he could take out. He would gladly take out. "Send me to kill the Chancellor. I will not kill Padmé."

"To fight this Lord Sidious, strong enough you are not." No, that wasn't acceptable, he had to be strong enough.

"She is like my sister. I cannot do it." Obi-Wan shook his head. He loved her too much. And then there was how much it would hurt Anakin.

How did they let this happen, how did they not realize just how distressed Padmé was that she'd be willing to fall. She'd made mistakes before, but she was so light. She was always so light.

"Twisted by the dark side, young Naberrie has become." Yoda turned away. "The girl you trained, gone she is, consumed by Darth Amidala."

Obi-Wan frowned, unwilling to face any of this. "I do not know where the Emperor has sent her… I don't know where to look." It was a poor excuse, even for him, but he just couldn't face this. He didn't want to face this.

Yoda turned back to face him. "Use your feelings Obi-Wan, and find her you will."

Obi-Wan knew exactly who he could ask. He just didn't want to.

-x-

Anakin had returned home to his apartment not long after the Senate meeting, holding his children close as he came back, the only lights he had at the moment. "Ani, what happened? What did the Chancellor want?"

"Emperor, now." Anakin couldn't keep the disdain out of his voice as he filled his mother in on what happened. "I'm worried Mom, this is what Bail and I were working so hard to avoid."

"I know it is, but I also have faith in you to stop this. If anybody can come up with something, it's you." Shmi put a hand on her son's shoulder. He wished he had the same faith she did. Anakin was more and more sure fighting Palpatine through legal channels was no longer an option. "And right now, you have more important things to focus on."

Luke and Leia, his precious, perfect children, scarcely a few days old. They might have been the only thing that could make him hold his contemplation of staging a public coup for fear of what Palpatine might do…

"I'm not interrupting, am I?" Anakin almost cried as the familiar Coruscanti accent of Obi-Wan Kenobi came from the balcony. Obi-Wan was alive, he was safe. He was, quite possibly, the only person who would be able to help Anakin, given everything going on.

"Master Jedi–"

Anakin stopped his mother before she could say anything more. "Obi-Wan! You're alive!"

Obi-Wan simply sighed, and even Anakin could sense reluctance in his presence here. Anakin wasn't sure if it was the news he might bring, or if it had to do with the danger they were in with him being in the room. Instead of revealing why he was here, Obi-Wan focused on the babies, and his eyes softened for a moment. "Padmé's children?"

Anakin nodded. "Luke and Leia. They're three days old." Obi-Wan looked like he had so much he wanted to say, but simply held back. "Are they why you're here? Did Padmé see you to let you know?"

The look of hurt on Obi-Wan's face at the mention of Padmé told Anakin everything he needed to know in an answer, but the Jedi quickly schooled it behind a mask. "I wish the circumstances behind my visit were so simple. I need to know if Padmé mentioned where she was going."

Anakin frowned. "Obi-Wan, what's going on? Is Padmé alright." Obi-Wan didn't answer. "Obi-Wan, please."

"Padmé...Padmé has become a Sith." The moment the words left Obi-Wan's mouth, everything clicked into place. Her strange erratic behavior, the cold he'd felt in the Force when she last visited, why Palpatine had been so willing to spare her.

Yet Anakin could only sit there in mute horror. His wife, his beautiful, kind, loving wife, a Sith. It was impossible. She would never.

"That's impossible." Shmi shook her head, equally as shocked and voicing the very disbelief that radiated from Anakin. "Padmé has been our friend since she was your Padawan. She wouldn't betray us."

"I'm sorry." Obi-Wan shook his head, though he was composed, Anakin could still sense his distress at the thought. "I saw her kneel before Palpatine. He's the Sith Lord that's been manipulating the war this entire time. She…" He seemed to struggle. "She led the Temple massacre."

Anakin sat down, his only anchor being the two twins he held in his arms. The only thing keeping him alive. "What are you going to do?" he asked.

Obi-Wan didn't answer. His silence was an answer all on its own.

"Don't, please." Anakin shook his head. "Let me try to talk to her. Maybe, I could reach her."

"Anakin, she's a Sith, Sith don't–"

"She's my wife." Both Shmi and Obi-Wan turned to look at him, but given the Jedi Order was now gone, there was no sense in keeping it hidden anymore. He'd deal with the repercussions from his mother later. "And she's the mother of my children. I can reach her...I know it."

Obi-Wan sighed. "Alright…"

Anakin turned to his mom. "If Padmé really has fallen, I need you to get Luke and Leia somewhere safe." He handed the infants to Shmi before turning to Obi-Wan. "Are there any other Jedi alive?"

"Yoda. Senator Organa is working to with him at the moment to try to take down Palpatine."

"Take the twins to Bail, he'll be able to work with Master Yoda to keep them safe." Shmi nodded to Anakin. Though his mother likely had more to say, he refused to let her say anything more. Their safety meant more than anything. "I'll be back, hopefully with Padmé."

He didn't want to face the alternative.

"Come on Obi-Wan, let's go."

"Anakin, where are we going?" Obi-Wan ran after Anakin, trying to keep up with the Senator, who had a grim expression on his face.

"Mustafar. We're going to Mustafar."

-x-

Padmé had left Artoo behind to guard her ship as she entered into the Separatist owned building, the last remnants of the war. It was time to destroy the Separatists and bring peace once and for all, so she could have the life she deserved with Anakin. Distantly, she thought about how she was supposed to be avoiding missions to planets with lava, but this was for her master. Anakin wouldn't be here anyways. Her vision wouldn't come to pass.

As she arrived, she was greeted by that slimeball, Nute Gunray, and she saw red. These were the people who tried to hurt Anakin before the Clone Wars had begun, who had started this war ten years ago by attacking Naboo. They deserved the fate that was coming. His greeting, their begging, it was all meaningless to her, and it was a slaughter as she stabbed and gutted each and every last member of the Separatist council.

It was easier, emotionally, than the Jedi, whether that was because she hated them that much more, or because the dark side was slowly sapping her ability to feel compassion and guilt, she wasn't sure. Regardless, it wasn't long before she was alone in the building, left with only a few remaining droids she deemed not worth her time and the bodies of her victims.

Deep down inside of her, a part of Padmé regretted her actions.

The rest of her didn't care. She wiped her eyes, noticing a few tears before using the system to call Sidious. Her Master appeared moments later. "The Separatists have been defeated, my master."

"It is finished then." Sidious didn't smile. "You have restored peace and justice to the galaxy. Send a message to the ships of the Trade Federation. All droids must shut down immediately."

"Yes, master." Sidious vanished, but before Padmé could act, she noticed a ship approaching on the radar, and paled as she realized exactly who was coming.

She would recognize that ship anywhere.

It was Anakin's.

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Anidala Fanfiction Recommendations!!

I’ve been asked for a long time for my fanfiction recommendations, so I’ve finally taken the time to compile them. If there are any you love that I missed out (this includes Vaderdala!) leave them as a reply so we can all have a good time reading together. 

Writer: Shelivesfree (fanfiction profile) This wonderful girl has some of the most amazing Anidala stories I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Unfortunately, a lot of them have been hiatus for a while but her Boy Next Door trilogy has two amazing parts completed. 

The stories I recommend: 

“The Boy Next Door”: “When Padme Naberrie returns to her home after 10 years, the last thing she expects to find is her childhood friend, Anakin Skywalker; the boy next door. But 10 years is a long time, and he has changed more than she is prepared for. How will she react when little Ani is now a grown man, impulsive, handsome and completely infatuated with her? Modern AU.”

“The Girl from Harvard”: “Sequel to ‘The Boy Next Door’ Absence makes the heart grow fonder. It also makes it grow more paranoid. Padme is in her last year of Harvard. Anakin has just started at the University of Chicago. Though they won't admit it, their long-distance relationship is taking it's heavy toll. Will their love prevail or will the distance prove too much for both of them? Sequel to The Boy Next Door. Modern AU.”

“look into my eyes, that's where my demons hide”:  ”Each time he comes back to her, a little piece of him is missing... left out there, in the field, with his brothers. She can see it in the way he smiles and it doesn't reach his eyes. In the way he cries to himself when he thinks she's not awake. And all she can do is hold him. Modern AU.”

“I Know Your Type”  “Am I dead?" It slips out, accidentally. She turns her head towards me, a confused look on her face and tips her head. "Excuse me?" Flashing her an impish grin, I lean casually against the wall. "I must have died and gone to heaven, because you look like an angel." The look she gives me is far from impressed. "Do you use that with all the girls, or am I just lucky?"

“we both know what we want, so why don't we fall in love?” “Rhythmic Gymnast Padme Naberrie has dreamed of being an Olympian since she was five years old. Now, after years and years of training and preparations, she's finally made it to Rio, and nothing is going to stand in the way between her and a gold medal. Except a certain Canadian beach volleyball player, perhaps.”

“Infinite” “ My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”

“for a moment” “And, just for a moment, all the worries and concerns that troubled the young couple cease to exist. Fade away to just this. Husband and wife. Asleep. Dreaming of the sweet little life they will soon bring into the world and into their hearts. Set somewhere in ROTS.”

“Procrastination” “Padmé is busy with a new bill she must bring before the next Senate meeting. Her husband has other ideas, it would seem.”

“There’s a million reasons I should give you up”  “Padmé struggles to deal with Anakin's frequent departures for weeks, even months, at a time during the Clone Wars. It's in these moments she contemplates the practicality of their marriage. Grief-stricken with loneliness, she stumbles across something she wrote a long time ago... a list of sorts. The find brings about a whole host of emotions she'd rather not deal with.”

“all I need is you” “It was her fault. His pain, his jealousy, his insecurity. It was all her fault. Padme looked up at the beautiful man in front of her, her husband, her Ani, and decided she needed to make him remember. Remind him of how much she loved him. Because no one, no man in the entire galaxy, could take the place of Anakin Skywalker.” 

“Her” “A glimpse into the Cosmic Force after Darth Vader's redemption and return to the Light Side. Anakin Skywalker is consumed by guilt and Obi-wan and Yoda are there to appease him. But it's been twenty-four years and all he wants is to see her.” 

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  Writer: SphinxScribe (Fanfiction profile/ Tumblr account @sphinxscribe ) This fantastic writer has many, many alternate takes on the plot of Revenge of the Sith - often allowing our favourite couple to have a happy ending. Their writing captures the world of Star Wars perfectly. 

The stories I recommend: 

“Where Catalysts Stand Down” “Palpatine issues Order 66, and Anakin and Padmé flee Coruscant. ROTS AU. Anakin/Padmé, Anidala.”

“Viability’s Edge” “Anakin tells Obi-Wan the truth. ROTS AU. Anakin/Padmé, Anidala.”

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Writer: Disco Shop Girl (Fanfiction profile) This writer’s take on Anidala is so well written within every story of theirs I have read. They truly capture their dynamic and relationship perfectly. 

The stories I recommend:

“Your helmet cracked” “He'd been restrained, forced to watch while her helmet cracked and the Mon Calamari sea water threatened to drown her before his eyes. Now they're free. And alone. Set at the end of the Clone Wars season 4 Water War arc.” 

“Order 66-S” “The order was to exterminate all Jedi: Past, Present and Future. Captain Rex has a different plan. Order 66-S: to save General Skywalker.”

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Writer: Rogue Darth Skywalker (Fanfiction profile/ Tumblr - @roguedarthskywalker) This wonderful person has been one of the biggest supporters of my own writing for a long time and I value them immensely! They have many delicious Anidala/Vaderdala stories for you to obsess over for hours and hours. I highly recommend following both profiles linked above.

The stories I recommend:

“Pin up Problems” “He hated the nose art. He hated seeing others degrade her other exceptional qualities by depicting her as some pin up girl. He hated thinking about how many other beings across the stars fantasized about her in such a way. At the same time, he can't deny that the art makes her look… hot. He can't deny that the sight turns him on.”

“Letting Go” “It was their custom. Every year on that fateful day, Anakin would make his way to the cemetery with his children and seek out the mausoleum where she rested."

“Far from Perfect” “Darth Vader is dead. Anakin is redeemed and lives on Naboo with Padme and their children. But not all happy endings are perfect.”

“Far from Easy” “Sequel to Far From Perfect. Redeemed Anakin Skywalker tries to make things right with his wife and kids.

“Perfect” “Happy Family style AU post ROTS. Padme wakes up in the middle of the night and ponders the most recent events in her life.”

“A Dangerous Fantasy” “Pure Smut. Padme helps Anakin fulfil a fantasy he has had since they were married- one that involves the Jedi Council Chambers.”

“Untitled” “Anakin and Padme deal with having to tell their young twins they are having another baby.”

“Strictly Professional” “There are times she hates that she has to resort to this- that rather than being in a long term relationship with someone, she chose to instead pay someone for sex. Modern AU.”  

“Out of his Depth” “I fought in a war. I commanded legions of soldiers against battle droids. I think I can handle my own four-year-old twins."

“Love and Jealousy” “Anakin gave the binders an experimental tug, testing his chances of escaping. There was none. A light chuckle left his lips after a few moments, letting his head fall back to rest on the chair. What a compromising position for a Jedi Knight to be in. Handcuffed in a respected senator's bedchambers practically naked… oh, how the holonews would rave should the story get out!” 

“Against all Odds” “He shouldn't be here. The election was only a few weeks away and the final debate was due in the next few days. There were so many other things he should be doing. He shouldn't be here, in enemy territory wrapped in the arms of the woman his boss despised. Modern AU. Smut.” 

“What we Hope is Never Found” “The impending existence of a recording of them together held dangers that went a little deeper than if they were found naked and tangled together in her office or on his cruiser. The physical proof of their relationship would cause an uproar if it were discovered. But she trusted Anakin. Smut.”

“It was Found” “Sequel to What We Hope is Never Found.”

“Things that go bump in the night” “Luke and Leia think there is a ghost in their home. Their parents know better.”

“Preparations” “She couldn't wait to meet their little ones. It hadn't been too long since they learned she was having twins, and as stressful as that idea was at first, she was quickly growing accustomed to the idea of having two perfect little babies. Her husband, however, seemed to be taking it a little worse than her.” 

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Writer: Skywalkersamidala (Archive of our Own profile/ Tumblr @markantonys) I absolutely adore the Anidala stories created by this author whether they’re aus or canon! They nail the couple’s dynamic throughout their many wonderful stories. 

The stories I recommend:

“Snow Place like Home” “For genre-typical convoluted reasons involving ill-timed blizzards, Padmé is forced to spend the holidays at Anakin's house. Anakin isn't as upset about his boss staying with him for Christmas as he probably should be.“

“Soulmates R Us” “Anakin works at a toy store, and single-mother-of-twins Padmé is becoming one of the store's best customers.”

“Heirs of Light and Darkness” “After escaping the Jedi purge two years ago made him the most wanted fugitive in the galaxy, Anakin Skywalker has at last been captured by the Empire. He expects to be killed, but Lady Padmé Amidala, the imperial heir, has other ideas.”

“Friendly Competition” “Playing Quidditch is awfully difficult when you’re in love with the rival Seeker. Snapshots of Anakin and Padmé’s 7 years at Hogwarts.“

“Perfect” “The war is over, Luke and Leia are five years old, and Anakin and Padmé finally have the peaceful life and big family they've always dreamed of. But their life is about to get a little less peaceful and their family a little bigger.“

“Nos Cedamus Amori“ “Anakin is a gladiator and a slave. Padmé is the wife of the Roman emperor's heir. Circumstances should never even allow them to meet, let alone fall in love.“

“I Do Take Two” “Thirty years after their clandestine wedding on Naboo, Anakin and Padmé decide to finally do the proper wedding ceremony they never got to have, with all their friends and family present.“

“Flat Tire” “Who knew something as simple as getting a flat tire could change the entire course of your life?“

“Strays” “Anakin had always had a penchant for taking in strays.”

“Five weddings and a funeral” “Padmé's feeling gloomy about her perpetual singleness, but everything changes when she meets an attractive stranger at her sister's wedding.“

“Pipe Dream” “Padmé's new plumber is the most attractive human being she's ever laid eyes on, so naturally, she keeps faking plumbing emergencies so she can keep seeing him.“

“Birthdays and Birth days” “Anakin gets a birthday surprise — two of them, in fact.“

“Spouses with Benefits” “Anakin and Padmé wake up after a wild night in Vegas and discover they accidentally got married—and that Ahsoka posted about it all over social media, so now every single person they know is texting and calling them to offer congratulations. They decide to save face by pretending the marriage was totally 100% intentional and not a drunk mistake at all, keeping up the charade for six months, and then quietly getting divorced. But a lot can change in six months…“

“Two Halves Make a Whole” “Anakin is the single dad of Luke. Padme is the single mom of Leia. Luke and Leia meet in kindergarten and become best friends. The rest is history.“

“Home” “In which "Darth Vader" is no more than Anakin's playtime alter ego (happy Skywalker family AU)“

“Someday” “At age fourteen, Padme receives a marriage proposal from the nine-year-old boy next door and tells him to ask her again when she's thirty. Surely he'll have forgotten all about it by then.“

“Across the Centuries” “They meet each other in every century, but something always goes wrong before they can make it to happily-ever-after.”

“Madam President” “Between late nights and headaches and mountains of paperwork and fierce opposition from her political opponents, President Padmé Amidala already had enough on her plate. And then she just had to go and fall for one of her bodyguards, a relationship which would ruin her reputation and his career if anyone were to find out about it. Also, someone's trying to kill her.“

“Scars” “How do Anakin and Padmé go from "I love you" to "I do"? Missing scene from Attack of the Clones.”

“The Bet” “Anakin's had a crush on Padmé since fourth grade, and after putting up with his pining for seven years, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are finally stepping in and making a bet that he can't ask her to junior prom in the spring. Meanwhile, Padmé is realizing that Anakin isn't as annoying as she'd always thought. In fact, her feelings towards him are starting to go in quite the opposite direction...”

“Three” “His and Padmé’s first wedding anniversary isn’t going nearly as well as Anakin had hoped it would. Until, suddenly, it’s so much better than he could have ever imagined.“

“The Anakin Disaster” “Padmé is mortified upon waking up beside her strictly platonic childhood best friend Anakin Skywalker the morning after a drunken one-night stand. A couple weeks later, she discovers that's the least of their problems.“

“Will You Fake Marry Me?” “Anakin's boss may or may not have accidentally given her family the impression that she's engaged to him. Anakin may or may not be pleased about the situation”

“Aggressive Negotiations” “Empress Amidala invites Lord Vader to her private rooms to persuade him to form an alliance with the Empire. Her methods are very effective.”

“Troubling Implications” “Perhaps he hated himself for it—Padmé thought he probably did—but he came that night (several times, in fact). And the night after that, and the next one, and the next, until it became a habit that neither of them seemed especially inclined to break. (Sequel to "Aggressive Negotiations")

“Imperial Obligations” “Padmé's advisors suggest that she get rid of Vader and make a politically advantageous marriage. The Empress is less than pleased. (Sequel to "Aggressive Negotiations" and "Troubling Implications")”

“Welcome Home” “Anakin Skywalker closes his eyes on the face of his son. When he opens them again, he is in Naboo, and someone is waiting for him.“

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Writer: Shawn30 (Fanfiction profile) The one, the only, the deservedly famous! I think every Anidala fan is aware of this f a n t a s t i c writer’s work. Deliciously smutty. Unbelievably well written. Unfortunately, many of their works have been left uncompleted for years but the stories are still worth reading!

 “Whisper” “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but can also whither your soul and breed doubt in your heart. AP angsty erotica.”

“The Ties that Bind” “Given a brief period of time off during the Clone Wars, Padmé and Anakin visit her family at the Lake Country estate on Naboo. A family that still doesn't know they are married, although they are about to find out. Complete.” 

“The Light and the Dark” “Chapter 1 in the Hearts and Souls series. An unexpected Separatist attack 'accidentally' reunites two star-crossed lovers, giving them a brief moment of peace at a time of war. Complete.”

“Shadows of Winter” “Chapter 2 in the Hearts and Souls series. With six days to spend together celebrating their two year anniversary, Anakin and Padme travel separately to a remote planet in the Hoth system. Romance, passion, and danger await them. Complete.” 

 “Beloved” “Chapter 3 in the "Hearts and Souls" series. When faced with the most horrific news imaginable, Padme's utter desperation forces her to turn to Obi-Wan and even Chancellor Palpatine for help. Her greatest personal challenge awaits... Complete” 

 “Paradise” “The sequel to "Beloved." Following Padme's daring rescue of her husband, the Skywalker's return to Naboo for eight days to heal, unwind, spend time with family, and deal with their connection to the Dark Side of the Force.” 

 “Salvation” “After facing his moment of truth, Anakin and Padmé must finally deal with the consequences. Obi-Wan reveals a startling discovery. Complete” 

“Scandalous” “The sequel to Salvation. On the eve of Padmé Skywalker's official ascension to the role of Vice Chair of the Republic, Anakin steals her away for a wild vacation to Cloud City. Complete.”

“Sacred” “Chapter 2. Ahsoka and Jo'Seth grow closer. Padme's trip to the Jedi Temple on Republic business turns a bit more adventurous. Anakin and Obi-Wan have a heart to heart talk about moving forward.”

“Belonging” “A private afternoon lunch to catch up with an old friend during the Clone Wars reveals a great deal to ObiWan Kenobi. AP”

“Before the Seasons Change” “With the Darth Sidious finally defeated and the Clone Wars ended, Anakin and Padme consider what comes next in their lives. Anakin/Padme”

“Amor Vincit Omnia” “AU. After a three and a half year separation Vice Chair Amidala and Jedi Master Skywalker have some unfinished business as the Clone Wars have finally ended and Palpatine is dead.”

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If there’s any stories I missed, let me know!

#Anidala #anidala fanfiction #Vaderdala #vaderdala fanfiction #Anidala fic rec

[detroitbydark]

Previous part (as well as fan art and fic?!) can be found here

Chp 12

Character: Commander Fox x Mouse (reader), Padme Amidala, Bail Organa

Warnings: idiots in love, mild pining

Summary: The one where Fox knows what to expect but is still incensed when it happens. Bail Organa is a good bro to everyone. Padme Amidala is rocking motherhood and is not so subtle in her matchmaking attempt.

A/N:  I apologized in advance but your gonna see that I'm working to make things better I promise! As always thanks to my lovelies @skdubbs​ @crimson-dxwn​ and @thelastbattlecry​ for being my sounding boards/betas/listening ears.

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Naboo was beautiful. Not in the way that a rare gem or a fancy painting was, where one appreciated their grandeur because that was expected. Where they were looked at clinically and picked apart for sport.

No, Naboo was beautiful in a way that made Mouse's heart clench. The overwhelming majesty of the lakes and waterfalls bringing a tear to her eyes the first time she’d laid eyes on them. She’d never seen so much water, so much green. She could scarcely believe she wasn’t experiencing a fever dream in the claustrophobic bacta tank back on Coruscant. Even now, after two months, the view from the Naberrie’s Lake home (more like a palace than any home Mouse has ever imagined) gave her pause.

It was, in short, heaven.

The summer months had left the temperature near to perfect and the waters had receded from the great pastoral valleys, leaving them open for exploration, picnics and gathering wildflowers.

Mouse found herself sleeping most nights with the door to the small balcony off her room open, the not so far-off sound of running water lulling her to sleep. The nightmares had not gone, a twisted version of a reality she’d lived, but she rarely woke up screaming anymore. Instead she came to with a racing heart and thin sheen of sweat decorating her skin. She was haunted by the voice of Palpatine, the flash of light as Fox fires on her, the image of him being lifted and strangled by the force wielding Anakin Skywalker. It still happens like clockwork, the dreams. She just no longer has it in her to scream.

The senator had noticed the deep circles under her eyes quickly. She was a good woman, Padmé, and while Mouse was unsure whether she’d call her a friend just yet she did know she enjoyed speaking with her. Upto the birth of the babies, they’d taken daily walks, short sojourns along the estate’s lands. It was often the time Padmé had her husband speaking with his healer. Mouse was eternally grateful, as she wasn’t comfortable in the Jedi’s presence. To have him walking with them through the millaflower fields would have soured the experience. She liked to think Padmé realized such things without her saying it. When she did speak of her husband, there was a carefulness to her words, as if she had to think each one out to paint him in his best light. Mouse hasn’t spoken about Fox to anyone, and she wonders if she did would she feel the need to tread carefully? She doesn’t think she would.

Mouse's relationship with Padmé changes after the birth of the babies a short two months after their arrival.

Luke and Leia join the galaxy on a stiflingly hot night during high summer. Heat lightning flashes and grumbles in the distance as the doctor works to bring the children safely into the world. They hadn’t planned for two. Anakin paced the room, like an agitated Nexu, checking in with his wife after each pass. Staff and visitors were at a minimum, so Mouse volunteered to help as she could. It was still a state of the art set-up, one fit for a former queen, senator, and much loved daughter of Naboo. There was little to be done but sit at the Senator’s side and blot her head with a cool cloth while she worked, grunting and pushing through the labor like tackling an obstacle in her way on the senate floor.

Leia comes first, a squalling indignant thing already full of life and the need to tell everyone about it. The nurse attending offers her to Anakin while Padmé continues to labor. Mouse sees the fear in his eyes as he shakes his head, his eyes already trailing back to his wife. Mouse holds the bundle of blankets and moves out of the way, gesturing for the young Jedi to take her place near his wife.

“She needs you.” She says softly, fighting back the urge to tremble in his presence.

“Ani?” Padmé’s voice rings out, for the first time uncertain. That’s all Skywalker needs to go to her side.

Mouse watches as he takes her hand in his, kisses her fingers, tells her she’s doing great, that she’ll be fine. It feels voyeuristic watching them so she focuses on the little girl in her arms, who stares up with bright blue eyes. Mouse melts.

Luke is the wildcard, the surprise no one knew to expect. He’d been hiding behind his sister until just days ago when her last scan had shown an extra heartbeat and an extra head. Now he was malpositioned and the doctor has to manually correct it. Padmé makes an awful, wounded noise but pushes nonetheless when she’s finally given the clear to. The boy makes his entrance as a bolt of lightning cuts through the sky and the lights flicker. He’s quiet, and smaller than his minutes-older sister. There’s a tense period where he makes no sound at all, and a collective breath is held until he begins to make a soft plaintive noise before he’s laid against his mother’s chest. Mouse offers the wrapped baby to the nurse and she soon joins her brother. Mouse has to turn away as Anakin leans in and kisses his wife.

When she sleeps that night there is no nightmare. She dreams of her own swollen belly, a baby kicking away while Fox’s strong arms wrap around her middle and hold her protectively. She can feel his full lips as they press against her temple. She can feel the rumble of his voice.

The beginning of our family, cyar’ika.

She wakes with a choked sob and doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.

—-

“Run it by me again, Chancellor.”

It felt like they’d been in the black forever. The jump to the small outer rim was no milk run. Fox glances out the window again as they break atmo and the black of space turns to the bright blue of Naboo’s sky. He was ready to be off the ship. He’d never tell his brothers, would rather die than admit it, but he hated hyperspace travel. It wasn’t just the jump in or the fall out of it either. It was the whole damn thing. It was unnatural. He was meant to have his feet on terra and that was all there was to it.

The itinerary had them making a quick stop in Theed to take on supplies, then another bit of travel - this time in the blue instead of the black - to reach their destination, the Lake District.

“Commander, relax. This is a pleasure cruise,” Bail enthuses smoothly, “nothing to worry about.”

“Then why me and not one of the other boys? Thire would have been fine for this.”

Bail rolls his eyes. “Thire is a stick in the mud and I much prefer your company and conversation.” Bail explains “I’m going to spend a couple days doting on my new godchildren and discussing a few matters with their lovely Senator mother, some of which you may have strong opinions about that deserve being heard.”

The last bit grabs Fox’s attention. “I don’t remember that being mentioned.”

“Oh I didn’t mention that some of your brothers will be meeting us for an impromptu - and off the books - meeting on clone personhood?”

Fox purses his lips undercover of his bucket. “No you hadn’t sir.”

Fox had learned quickly that Bail Organa’s style of governance was worlds different from the previous chancellors. The secrets Sidious kept had been dangerous to the republic, his vode and the Jedi in particular while Bail’s all seemed fairly benign and were really only used to surprise and throw Fox from a dour mood.

“Well it seems I must have forgotten to put it on the official itinerary for our visit.” The older man’s eyes sparkle with mischief.

“It seems you did, sir. I suppose it’s already been planned. It would be a shame to lose out on such an important meeting.”

Personhood. That was one of those dreams all clones shared but few ever mentioned. It seemed silly that it should even be an issue to begin with. If none survived the war it was a useless conversation to have, wasn't it? Now, with Sidious no longer pulling his dark strings, the Seppies were beginning to fall apart. They’d already fallen on Felucia and Utapau. General Grievous was dead and Count Dooku had gone to ground, but he couldn’t stay hidden forever. Maybe the idea of life after war wasn’t such a dream. It was tangibly within reach.

“Who’s joining us for this little shindig?”

Bail smirks again, “I’ve left the guest list to the Marshall Commander’s discretion.”

Fox can’t hide the excitement in his voice, “Cody?” It has been ages since he’d seen his ori’vod. Before the second battle of Geonosis and well before Mouse had -

Mouse.

Because that was a wound that refused to heal. Kriff - it wouldn’t even scab over! It merely festered and hurt like nothing else Fox had ever felt. Whoever had said out of sight, out of mind needed to keep their head on a swivel because Fox was pretty sure if he ever saw them he’d break their jaw.

Mouse was still a guest of the Senator’s. He wasn’t proud to say he’d been keeping tabs, but it was one of the only things that kept his anxiety at bay when it came to her. Unlike with Fives, the bottle didn’t seem to do it. The pair of times he’d taken to finding out what was in the bottom of a bottle of Corellian whiskey he’d found nothing but nightmares and guilt.

Bail gives him a smile as the ship comes in for a landing, the capital of Theed rising up around them, always warm and inviting.

Fox vows to try not to think of seeing Mouse. He breaks it in five minutes.

——

To say Padmé Amidala’s wardrobe was expansive was an understatement. Like saying Coruscant was home to a lot of people.

What had once been an entire guest suite had been turned into a makeshift dressing room and closet for the former queen. Padmé was unapologetic in regards to the sheer amount of clothing she possessed, explaining that it had been expected she never wear the same outfit twice and that, honestly, she just really liked clothes.

It made her more human in Mouse’s eyes, less like the self-possessed politician and more like the young woman she was underneath all the finery.

Mouse supports little Leia’s head as she dozes in the sling across her chest while Padmé does the same, bouncing slightly from side to side on her toes to calm a fussy Luke.

“How about this one?” Padmé questions, pointing to an ornate, layered gown. It reminds Mouse of a confection, fluffy and frosted with layers upon layers of petal pink fabric.

“A bit much for a dinner party? You think?”

Mouse had never had much in the way of fine things, had never really needed them, but when Padmé mentioned that the new Chancellor would be coming and she would really like her to come to the dinner she’d had Mouse help plan, well she really couldn’t say no. Now it was important to find something to wear. It seemed since Padmé was not quite ready to leave the concealing gowns of her early pregnancy behind, Mouse bore the burden of her need to dress and accessorize.

Padmé hums quietly to Luke as he begins to drift off. “You’re probably right. Maybe something a little smaller, more cocktail appropriate?”

Mouse isn’t entirely sure what that entails but she nods in agreement. She’s discovered that even a month and a half postpartum Padmé was still a force to be reckoned with when she got on something. Motherhood hadn’t softened her drive - if anything, it had brought it to new heights as she made plans and strived to make the galaxy a place where her children could grow and thrive.

They’d been spending more time together, Mouse becoming a makeshift mother’s helper while Padmé balanced new motherhood and keeping up with her senatorial duties. Anakin, Padmé had confided, was slow to take to fatherhood and while he seemed to love the twins, he became frustrated easily. He’d increased his visits with the healer, but Padmé wondered if part of it was the loss of Jedi Order. General Kenobi had visited a handful of times since they’d arrived, but Padmé worried it wasn’t the same.

She didn’t mention Sidious but when she spoke of betrayal and upheaval Mouse knew what she spoke of.

She felt bad thinking it, but Mouse wasn’t unhappy with the children’s father’s absence. His nearness to her still left her uncomfortable and remembering the way his eyes had glowed amber and the hate that had been etched into his features as he’d used the force to-

“Remind me again why this is important?” she asks as the new mother begins pulling out more dresses. Mouse works Leia from the sling and cradles her near while she ambles over to her nearby bassinet. Leia was the simpler of the two babies while Luke seemed to require a bit more coddling from his mother. She wondered in the personality differences between the two. She places a thin blanket over the sleeping babe before going back to the pile of dresses that had been laid out.

She holds a deep emerald green dress in front of her and Padme's brows knit together assessingly. “Next,” she chirps as Mouse grabs a blue dress that shimmers in the light flooding through the room's large windows. “Maybe pile. Definitely. Tonight is important because I said it’s important,” Padmé says digging back in the closet. “Obi and Cody arrived earlier this morning.” She glances one more time before sitting on a nearby settee. Luke is awake and beginning to fuss and Padmé quickly works open the front of her dress to allow the hungry infant to nurse. “Have you met General Secura?”

Mouse shakes her head ‘no.’ She’d heard of the twi’lek though and wonders if she might ask her some questions she had. She’d begun sponsoring little Me’kar and wondered what it would take to keep a child of another species in touch with her own heritage if she were to be adopted by a human. Not that she’d been thinking about adoption-

“You’ll like her. Her Commander Bly will be with her. They’re very… close.”

Mouse can read between the lines. Close. Close like she and Fox had been maybe? More so? She’d heard battle forged bonds that were unbreakable, maybe it also could form a love connection that could withstand the burdens of both war and the Jedi’s vows.

She and Fox hadn’t had anything so deep.

She tries the lie on herself again. It still doesn’t sit true. Maybe another hundred times and she’d start believing it.

“The Chancellor will be here in a few hours-“ As Padmé continues to speak, Mouse digs through the pile. A red dress, slick and satin smooth catches her eyes. The skirt feels cool under her fingers. Padmé stops mid sentence as Mouse works it from the pile. The neck is scooped shallow from shoulder to shoulder across where her collar bone would be and a thin golden chain connects the apex of the straps and offers to drape and dip low between her shoulder blades. It would do little to hide the scars on her left arm and shoulder, but Mouse wasn’t self conscious of them the way most would think. Though she could never speak of their true nature she didn't once regret them.

“- seven hells... I forgot about that one. It’s perfect,” Padmé enthuses, again reminding Mouse of truly how close in age they actually were. “Please, pick that one?” Luke grumbles as his mother’s bouncing interrupts his meal. “Hush sweetling,” she soothes.

“It is very pretty.” Mouse hums quietly as she holds the dress in front of her and turns in front of the mirror.

“Some earrings, a pendant maybe… oh a tiara!”

“Earrings will be fine I think.” Mouse can feel her cheeks heating up. Padmé chuckles softly. “What’s so funny?”

“I just realized that color matches the Coruscant Guard colors perfectly. I wonder what Commander Fox will think of it?”

Mouse feels the color drain from her face. Her voice comes out as an ungainly wheeze, “Fox?”

“Yeah, have you met?” Padmé is giving her a wondering look. “He’s not as bad as people make him out to be.”

“Oh- uh- we’ve met.”

“Really?”

There’s a twinkle in the senator’s eye, something that clues Mouse into the fact that the woman in front of her just maybe wasn’t as clueless to the state of her relationship with the Guard Commander as she let on.

“It’ll be nice to catch up or something won’t it?”

Mouse nods. Or something.

——

Fox feels a little cheated. All the times he’d accompanied Senator Amidala to her home world not once had she brought him to the Lake District. The Chancellor looks at home, unswayed by the beauty as he marches through the open halls with confidence. Maybe it was because he was Alderaanian, Fox thinks. He’s never seen the Chancellor’s home but he’d heard its beauty was unrivaled. After taking a glance out the tall transparisteel window looking out directly at one of a half dozen waterfalls he’s sure that it can’t be true.

“Sir? Should we wait for an escort?” Fox asks as Bail takes a sharp turn down another hall.

“No worries, Commander. If I know Padmé she’ll have set up shop in her office. The day is still young and she’ll be hard at work.”

“Sir, she’s just had a baby- two babies. Surely she’ll be taking it easy.”

Bail barks out a very unchancellor like laugh before he levels his eyes at Fox. “If she’s not in her office, I’ll eat my boots for dinner.”

“Laces and all?” Fox can’t help the way the corner of his mouth draws up, though he tries to smother it. Bail raps the back of his knuckles twice across the armor of Fox’s chest before pointing one finger at his face, his own smile broad and for the world to see.

“See, I knew that stick wasn’t as far up your ass as everyone says.”

“Don’t go telling everyone. I’ve got a image to maintain.”

Bail’s bark of laughter echoes down the hall. “And this is why you’re here and not Thire.”

It was new and fascinating to see the Chancellor in this different light, more relaxed than he ever was on Coruscant with its many eyes and wagging tongues. Not for the first time since he’s begun working closely with the Alderaanian, Fox thinks that he truly does enjoy his company.

Fox adjusts his bucket under his arm, hesitates for a moment as to whether he should replace it or continue to carry it. He’s not sure of the proper protocol in this situation. It was one he’d never been prepped for back on Kamino. What was one to do when addressing a senator on maternity leave in her palatial lake house?

He decides to leave it off and immediately wishes he’d put it on as they push through large wooden doors into the senators office. Like everything else, it’s beauty is unimagined. Sumptuous wooden bookcases filled with flimsy tomes fill the shelves, natural light spills in from windows showing off a pristine late afternoon lake with the sun just beginning to set behind the waterfalls surrounding it.

All of that fails to capture his attention because there’s his Mouse swaying gently from side to side smiling down at a cooing baby. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun with tiny tendrils escaping, framing her face in fly-aways.

Karking Naboo could get sucked up by a black hole for all he cares. Mouse is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon sun spilling across the room.

She looks so relaxed, so natural cooing to the infant in her arms - until she looks up and catches him staring.

He doesn’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t the look of surprise, her eyes thrown wide before cool indifference washes over her.

This wasn’t a holoromance. She wasn’t going to run into his arms and he wasn’t going to dip her low, kiss her passionately, and promise undying love. Not that he hadn’t thought it in that perfect split second moment of her inattention.

She holds the baby close, protectively as Bail moves to embrace Senator Amidala, herself holding an infant.

“Bail!” The young senator’s smile could light the senate halls for a standard rotation. “It’s so good to see you. I was just finishing up.” Fox pulls his eyes away from Mouse long enough to assess the amount of flimsy and datapads stacked across the senators desk. She was nowhere near done.

“And Commander Fox!”

He startles slightly as the petite force of nature insinuates herself in front of him.

“I’m so glad you could make it. Have you seen Cody yet? I know he was pleased when he heard you’d come.”

Fox shakes his head, his eyes drawing magnetically back to Mouse. He used to be able to read her like one of the flimsy books on the senators shelves but now? Now he doesn’t know what he’s seeing, a whole new language he has no experience translating .

“Commander” she offers after a moment, her voice tight but bright in a forced kind of way, “it’s good to see you. You look well.”

Fox swallows hard. “As do you. I hope your stay has been well?”

The infant in her arms turns and roots against the top of the plain dress she’s wearing and Mouse turns her attention away from him, mumbling some pleasantry dismissively. It feels like a slap in the face.

“I’ve got nothing for you sweet girl.” She hums to the baby who is beginning to make plaintive, angry noises, “Padmé I believe miss Leia is hungry again.”

The senator sighs quietly before moving to swap children. She looks at the two men in her presence. “You’ll have to excuse my children,” she jokes, “they don’t know the meaning of office hours yet.”

Bail gives a hearty laugh. “I’m shocked, with you as their mother.”

“They must get it from their Dad,” she offers cheekily, “Boundaries are not his strong point.” Fox watches as Mouse heads for the door with the other infant.

“I think I’ll go deposit this one in bed. Maybe he’ll get some sleep without his sister pestering him.”

Padmé nods as Mouse leaves and Fox fights the urge to follow after her. Like a child himself, he wants her attention. He runs a hand through his hair roughly as he watches the empty door frame willing her to come back. They could try again, start from scratch. He would put himself on his knees and beg for her forgiveness.

Something angry flares in his chest.

Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard didn’t beg. No, Commander Fox was the man everyone looked to for leadership. He would not beg. He’d stand in front of her and dress her down like one of his petulant kits.

She didn’t get to just walk away from him, give him the cold shoulder. Did she not realize he sacrificed a bit of his soul just to send her here? That the wound it left became a little more infected each day?

No, she probably didn’t. She’d obviously moved on and he was the one that was left idling in the past.

——-

“Bail already knows his way around the estate, obviously.” Padmé laughs. The chancellor had excused himself a short while before and blatantly refused Fox when he’d attempted to follow after.

“I’m an old man,” he’d said though he was nowhere near the age Fox would seem old , “and I need a nap and a holo with my wife, neither of which I need your supervision for.”

That left Fox in the senator’s good company as she led him through various halls to the guest wing. Wonder that! A whole wing set aside for people who didn’t even live there. For a clone who’d spent the better part of his life bunking with dozens of brothers, the thought was beyond what he could comprehend.

Padmé readjusts the baby in her arms not for the first time as they talk.

“I could take the little biter for a few minutes if you’d like.” He offers not thinking she’ll take him up on the offer. Who would let a clone handle a baby that was damn near galactic royalty?

Apparently, Padmé Amidala.

“Oh that would be amazing!” She stops and turns toward him and before Fox really has a clear idea of what’s going on, he’s got an arm full of ik’aad.

Fox freezes for a moment and stares down at the little face staring back at him. Her eyes have a depth, he thinks, far beyond her few months. When he looks back to her mother, the senator is stretching her arms with a contented smile. Leia squirms in his grip.

“Well hello princess” he murmurs softly as he cradles her closer. She offers a gummy yawn in return and Fox is surprised he doesn’t melt into a puddle right there.

Padmé claps quietly. “Oh! You’re a natural!”

Fox gives her a lopsided smile. “She’s a baby, not a thermal detonator.”

When he glances up Fox sees just a flash, a far-off look in the senator's eyes. “You’d be surprised to know not everyone takes to it so easily. Maybe you’re just meant to be a father?”

“Padmé, you know that-“

“Screw the regulations,” she says with a steel to her voice he’s only heard a handful of times, “You’re not a droid. You're not a thing, and if it’s the last thing I do, the Republic will do right by the men we’ve made fight our war.”

Fox raises a brow. “You know, I was going to say it usually requires a partner to have a baby.”

Padmé’s face flushes a pretty shade of pink. “Well at least you know where I stand.”

“With all due respect, I’ve always known where you stood.”

The pair continue down the hall taking a sharp right before Padmé is pointing to a door.

“This one is yours,” she states as Fox begrudgingly passes Leia back to her mother. There was something incredibly soothing about holding the little girl and he misses that feeling the moment she’s gone.

Padmé points at other doors down the hall. “Commander Bly, General Secura, General Kenobi, Marshall Commander Cody…” she rattles off, pointing to a seperate room for each. She does a lousy job of biting back a smile as she points to the last door, conveniently across from his own. “Our little Mouse.”

Fox can’t help but shake his head. “I feel like I’m being set up.”

“You are,” Padmé agrees sagely.

“I regret to inform you, after earlier, I believe that ship has really and truly sailed, hit hyperspace even.”

Padmé gives him a skeptical look before peeking down at her daughter. “Men are the silliest creatures,” she educates the infant before glancing back up at Fox, “but not all of them are lost causes.”

Fox chuffs softly.

“I was once told that the Force controls everything around us,” Padmé says earnestly, “but as I’ve grown I’m not sure that’s true.”

He’ll bite. “Well what mystical force controls our destinies then?”

“Hope, Commander. All life,” she looks down at her daughter, her eyes shining when she looks back up, “is built on hope.”

#fox and mouse #commander fox/reader #commander fox #cc 1010 #tcw #star wars

[the-chosen-anakin]

Saw this on Google while trying to make a Padmé meme and, oh boy, does it make my blood boil!

Anidala is NOT abusive until Anakin turns to the dark side and betrays everyone. Even Padmé, the personification of unconditional love and seeing the best in others, recognizes that Anakin has changed at that point and flat out says so. He’s no longer her sweet, awkward, and brave husband, he’s a genocidal maniac bent on galactic conquest.

I could leave it at that but since this picture now has me so riled up, let me dismantle this list of nonsense point by point:

You’re afraid of your partner when he is angry

At what point in the Prequels did Padmé ever express being afraid of Anakin during the time that he was good? She knows he has temper problems and a lot of guilt/trauma, but she is resolved to help him to be better, not to escape from him (His volatile rage is never even directed toward her until Mustafar, which is three whole years into their relationship).

You’re afraid to disagree with him when he mentions his dictatorship ideas

Anakin was showing his youthful naivete by complaining that the Republic is flawed while not having a concrete solution to fix it, not advocating for fascism like Padmé just assumed.

Padmé blatantly disagrees with this presumed proposal, showing that she has no qualms about speaking her mind to Anakin.

Your partner tells you that he murdered an entire village and then tries mind powers to convince you to sleep with him

Anakin did not mind control Padmé and then rape her! I repeat: ANAKIN DID NOT MANIPULATE AND THEN RAPE PADMÉ. He completely backs off when she flat out says that they can’t be together and is visibly stunned when Padmé later changes her mind on Geonosis.

Mind tricks are directly addressed when Padmé teases Anakin about using one on her. He replies that “they only work on the weak minded”. If you think Padmé “I was not elected to watch my people suffer and die” Amidala is a weak-willed moron, you don’t understand her at all.

Your partner keeps you away from your family

When? No really, WHEN? Anakin spends most of his marriage to Padmé out on the battlefield; they hardly see each other. If anything, it’s Padmé’s career and duty to the Republic that prevent her from seeing her family more often.

In Episode II’s deleted scene with the Naberries (which is canon in Legends continuity) Anakin is nothing but cordial with Padmé’s family, and even smiles upon seeing Padmé’s nieces laughing and playing. It’s safe to say that he likes them and doesn’t have an issue with Padmé spending time with her family.

You have been kicked, punched or choked to death by your partner

Padmé canonically died of a broken heart (or by Palpatine’s hand for those that subscribe to that theory). She was in perfect health otherwise, as confirmed by the medical droids themselves.

Even though Anakin did legitimately abuse Padmé in this instance, the whole point of that scene was to show how far he had fallen from the good husband he once was. Anakin, the tender, shy, and loving Jedi, would never hurt Padmé, but Vader, the genocidal Sith Lord, tried to.

*sigh*

Look, I get that domestic abuse is a serious issue and I don’t want to discourage efforts to spread awareness about it, but please don’t character assassinate Anakin and Padmé to make some kind of point.

#starwars #star wars #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #anakin x padme #anidala #anti anidala bashing #anti prequel bashing #anti prequel hate

[spell-cleaver]

The Heir // The Luke Palpatine AU, Part 91: The End

Prompt from @heartsofstars

It had been a year, but it felt longer. The day Vader had waited for had finally arrived—the day when he would see his sweet little angel again—but as he stepped off the ship and onto Naboo, he realised he was nervous.

What if Luke hated him? What if Luke had never fully recovered, and blamed him for it?

Still Vader continued on his path, into the garden... and then he felt someone behind him. Slowly, fearing what he would see, he turned around...and froze.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

There was Luke, wearing the most brilliant smile on his face...and, for the first time in his life, he looked really, truly happy.

Previous parts on the masterpost here!

“Father!”

He was wearing clothes more colourful than he’d worn in the last fourteen years, in a thousand beautiful shades of blue, his cheeks rosy and face tanned. Of course: the school year had been over for several weeks by now, though the work of the Empire had not been, and Luke had spent a lot of time out on the Lake Country with his… friends. The Naberries had been most accommodating for him.

Now… Vader just stared.

That was his son.

His son.

He looked so, so happy.

He pattered down the garden path of Varykino, to where Vader was standing, awkward, on the edge of the estate. He was aware that the Naberries were inside, were all staying there for the holiday while Vader dropped by to see Luke, and Vader found himself reluctant to go closer. This was Luke’s happy family tree, the perfect life he’d built for himself, that he deserved. Vader should not step in to ruin it.

But then his son was two steps away from him and had scooted to a halt, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Vader took a moment to study him in even more detail: he was taller, broader—Jedi training with Ahsoka was paying off—and lines around his eyes betrayed an abundance of the broad, bright grins he was currently bestowing on Vader like they were suns and stars to give away.

“Luke,” Vader said, and when Luke leapt forward to hug him he received the hug with an oomph, his heart nearly full to bursting. Vader leant down to hold him as tightly and as gently as he could, careful with his own strength, careful with his boy.

He’d seen him in holo calls and messages, he’d heard about his progress through Ahsoka and through Sabé, who’d been updated through Sola. He’d been sent a holo, which he kept in one of the compartments on his belt, of Luke after Sola had dragged him to the hairdresser’s in Theed to get him a haircut that looked less severe, more like a teenage boy. He’d been sent another holo of Luke after his first day of school, with Leia and Zev dropping by to visit and staying for dinner, with Luke smiling broadly in front of a plate full of potatoes, leaning in to hear something she was saying, his eyes fixed on Zev in a way that made Vader both fiercely protective and nostalgic at once. He kept that one on his desk.

But it wasn’t the same. Luke’s Force presence had blossomed, so lovely and unapologetic and true, and he basked in the feeling of it, the way it opened at his touch like a flower to daylight. Luke laced their fingers together.

“Come on,” he said, still smiling that dizzying smile. “Nova came early, to help me prepare those rooms for you again—you know, the ones you had last time? With the view of the lake?—and Aunt Sola even bought an extra big chair for you so you can sit at dinner, I—”

He realised he was babbling, then, and tried to calm himself—stopped himself from skipping, as well. He’d been skipping.

“I missed you,” he told him candidly. “It hasn’t been the same.”

Vader squeezed his hand gently.

“No,” he agreed. “It has not.”

“Can you come inside?” Luke asked. Vader looked up at the building—the manor where he’d told his son the truth for the first time, the house where he’d married Padmé. The place that had been so much happiness, for so long, even when he was so miserable that the memory of that happiness only hurt more.

There would be Sabé, and Ahsoka, and the Naberries inside that building. It would be awkward—it would be beyond awkward; one thing he was here to discuss with Luke was his official resignation as Emperor, and what he thought about Sabé being coronated as Empress in his wake while she worked to deconstruct the Empire, all the politics that Luke had fled to Naboo not once, but twice, to get away from—but…

Luke would also be inside that building.

And so would Padmé.

He squeezed Luke’s hand tightly as they bounded up the stairs and walked through the doors. The entrance chamber was as beautiful and arching as ever, the breeze stirring through the air to tug at his cape and shift Luke’s hair, the sunlight gleaming in the glasswork. There were several people sitting and standing around in the downstairs living room when he first got in there: two young women perhaps five or ten years older than Luke, who looked so much like Padmé Vader had to glance away; an aging couple, who he’d met before, and were all but glaring at him, the man trying to disguise tears of sorrow and anger; and a woman only a few years older than her sister, who also looked far too much like her sister, and whose expression was not angry but… fierce. When she beheld Vader’s mask, and also the hand which clasped his son’s so tightly, it was positively ferocious.

Her gaze softened when it landed on Luke, though. Good, then, that she was so protective of him. Luke deserved as many protectors—

No.

Luke deserved as many parent figures as he could have.

They were not his protectors. Or his enforcers, or attack dogs, or advisors. Luke was no longer an Emperor—he was just a boy, just a son, and he was a part of a family that had grown into more than the lonely, abused child he’d been could’ve ever imagined.

Vader had grown into a man he could never have imagined, either.

“Grandmother, Grandfather, Ryoo, Pooja… Aunt Sola…” Luke bit his lip, then revealed his teeth in a gleaming smile. “This is my father.”

The Naberries’ eyes moved, cuttingly, to Vader, but all he had space for in his mind was Luke’s words.

As Luke wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him forward, into the sitting room proper, that was all he thought.

He was Luke’s father.

And…

And he realised, he understood now, that that was all he ever needed to be.

The End

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Okay. I... have no idea what to say. Where to start, how to express.... aaaaaaaaah is the only way that comes to mind. This fic was such a strange undertaking. It’s a ficlet series nearly 100 ficlets long! Inspired by a five sentence prompt that ended up being sixty sentences! It’s over 100k on my doc! I started writing it in... I don’t even know, January or February, balancing so many fics, and then quarantine came and this was a reliable thing I could post, and work on, and update, and it helped me a lot. A million shout outs to everyone who made this possible, even though there’s no hope I’ll get you all -- it’s a collabfic, essentially; there are so many people I brainstormed with about different plotlines, so many people who sent in prompts, so many people whose enthusiasm kept me going..... You know who you are, and please know that you were amazing.

This was such a fun challenge to work on, a completely different style to what I was used to, and the emotions, and ahhhh I enjoyed this so much; I’m so sad it’s over now. But I’ll be back soon, once I’ve got into the rhythm of the new way life is going to bel I have a lot of fics I’ve been meaning to write for a long time :D

Thanks to everyone for reading, whether you’ve stuck with me the whole time or are only just discovering this series now!! I love you all so much <3

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[disneydreamlights]

Across the Stars: Chapter 1

AO3 | FFN

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Summary: Tensions between the Separatists and the Republic are climbing as the Senate debates whether there is need for an army. Anakin Skywalker, Senator of Tatooine, has recently returned to Coruscant to speak against its formation, resulting in an assassination attempt that forces him to reunite with long time friends Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and the newly knighted Padme Naberrie for his own protection. [Anidala]

(Or, an Attack of the Clones Roleswap AU)

A/N: What’s this? I’m publishing a multi chapter that’s actually a part of a series? Yes, yes I am. Updates should come every Wednesday since I actually completed this one before getting the genius idea to post it. After that it’ll just be whenever I finish another fic for it will be when the next one is posted. 

The air around Anakin felt charged as he worked on piloting it down for a landing. Normally, he was eager to return to Coruscant after a few days away from the capital planet, Tatooine still far from his favorite planet (though it got better every day. He was proud of Beru for all the help she provided, and he was doing a lot of effort on his own since he’d been voted into the Senate) but tonight was different. The air around the city had felt tense, prompting Anakin to be glad of his decision to fly a small, inconspicuous ship down to the planet. Somebody was after him, he just wasn’t really sure why.

He felt a flash of something, a warning in the air to be careful and wary. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what Obi-Wan and Padmé had taught him years ago, and immediately turned the steering wheel, rolling out of the way of a projectile that had nearly caught his ship. That would’ve grounded it instantly. “Kriff.”

He heard the beeping of his Astromech companion and security detail, yelling at him for his risky flying. “Come on Artoo, we’re fine.” More angry beeps. “I didn’t get hit.”

More beeps, this time sarcastic and irritated from Artoo. “If you’re just going to try to yell at me, be useful and call Mom.”

A holographic projection of his mother appeared moments later. “What is it Ani?”

“You’re already landed, right?”

“Ani?”

“Mom please.” He felt it again, the same disturbance, and this time swerved out of the way of the second attack.

Shmi Skywalker shook her head. “Of course we have, the last person on the cruiser just disembarked. Is something wrong?”

Well, if he was honest, he wanted to say everything was wrong. But he wasn’t about to worry her, plus it wasn’t like he didn’t have things under control in regards to whoever was firing at him. “I think somebody let slip that I wasn’t flying in with the rest of the delegation from Tatooine. I’ve got the situation under control and I have Artoo with me, so I’m fine. We’ll still be landing soon.”

“You ask me not to be worried, but it’s never easy.”

Anakin chuckled. “I promise I’m fine mom. Leave the worrying to Threepio. He’s always been better at it. Just make sure to clear the landing platform. If this goes wrong I don’t want our friend hurting anybody else.” Before she could respond, he hung up, not wanting to worry his mom more in case another attack came. “Ready Artoo? Time to make a landing.”

He was pretty sure R2 was ready to kill him by the time they finally touched down on the platform as he approached rapidly, wanting to avoid a third fire from their mysterious and very murderous new friend. In fact, he wanted to make sure he wasn’t in the ship at all as the bad energy continued to flow around him. “Artoo, let’s go.”

The droid and Anakin emerged from the ship, Anakin pulling up a hood on his cloak to hopefully avoid detection from whatever assassin has his trail. Barely a minute after he was off the ship and approaching the entrance to the building, he was pushed forward, scarcely out of the blast radius with his faithful droid. And he looked behind himself to see the small ship that he had arrived on was absolutely destroyed. “Message received.”

Somebody didn’t want him on Coruscant.

They’d regret trying to get him to leave.

-x-

“Peace is our objective here, not war.” Palpatine’s voice pulled Anakin out of the stupor he’d fallen into as the senator from Malastare concluded his request for aid from the Republic to deal with the Separatist threat coming onto the planet. If he was honest, had the senator not been pushing for the Military Creation Act, Anakin might have felt sympathy, but the creation of an army was not an action Anakin would ever defend. Not one founded on individuals forced to join an army.

He felt his mom squeeze his hand, though she stepped back before he moved the pod out, not wanting the attention on her, but rather on everything Anakin would say. “My fellow senators, when I arrived on Coruscant today to come to this very meeting, an assassin made an attempt on my life. I was fired at three times, and while my skills behind the wheel of a ship saved my life today, had the assassin only been slightly quicker on the uptake when I landed, it’s likely I wouldn’t have made it off the ship alive at all.”

The crowds started to talk amongst themselves, a sign to Anakin that he needed to push. “The reason I was targeted today was because of the bill we’re supposed to be voting on today. Of all the senators against the creation of the creation of an army, I’ve been the loudest, most open about my displeasure, and the one who everybody knows is willing to do anything to get the results I want. Somebody here wants to take that a step further, just to make sure that the bill gets through.” He looked over the other pods, and felt Bail’s approval much to his relief. The speech hadn’t been gone over or discussed with his former mentor, and Anakin had been slightly worried that bringing it up in the Senate would be unwelcome, but it seemed to have been a good idea, even if no prior words had been drafted.

Despite the approval from Bail, the Senate was getting tense, and shouting was beginning. “Ani–” His mom put her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. He had to make his statement clear to the others.

“You’re all booing me, and for what? This whole idea is a joke. You don’t raise an army for protection. You raise an army if you want to start a war. It won’t deter the Separatists. It will embolden them, and then the fighting will be brought right to our planets. Our systems. Our people. You have to stop living in your delusions.” He slammed his fist on the pod in front of him. Not his best move, but far from his worst in the Senate. “People will die. Civilians drafted for combat will die. The people you force to fight this battle will be nothing but slaves.”

He had people’s attention, and their ire judging by the ever increasing yelling from the other pods. Which was good, it was what he wanted from the other senators. He wanted them to remember his words. “This ‘security measure,’” he said the words full of disdain, “that we’re all voting for is nothing short of a declaration of war on the Separatists, and unless you want to claim that you were the one who brought war to the Republic, you’ll vote with me against this bill.”

The outrage in the Senate was tremendous, but Anakin smirked, having done his job at riling up the chambers. Voices rang against each other as Mas Amedda called for order within the Senate to try to regain a semblance of control amongst the Senators.

After a few minutes, the Senate calmed down, and Palpatine spoke. “Due to the lateness of the hour and the seriousness of this motion, we will take up these matters tomorrow. Until then, the Senate is adjourned.”

-x-

Unsurprisingly, within an hour the Loyalist Committee was summoned to the Chancellor's office. Not a surprise, if Anakin was honest. He’d stirred up a storm in the Senate and even if Palpatine wasn’t mad at him (unlikely) the announcement that he’d nearly been a victim to an assassination attempt less than an hour ago was likely not welcome for him to hear, especially since Palpatine had been trying to get Anakin’s favor since he’d arrived on Coruscant five years prior.

Much more surprising to Anakin, was the presence of several Jedi in his office. Council members, if he recalled the faces correctly. He looked them over for Obi-Wan or Padmé in their midst, and quickly squashed down his disappointment at neither of his friends being present. “Senator Skywalker.” He looked down to see Yoda walking over. “Your tragedy on the landing platform, terrible. Seeing you alive brings warm feelings to my heart.”

“Thank you, Master Yoda. I’m just thankful I’d chosen to fly myself into Coruscant. The loss of life had I been on a transport with the rest of the members of my delegation would have been much greater.” Admittedly, a small part of Anakin still stung with resentment over the fact that Yoda refused to accept him into the Jedi Order, but he had mostly put it behind him. “Do you have any idea who may have sent the assassin?”

Windu approached as well, joining the conversation. “Our intelligence network thinks it may have been remnants from Jabba’s gang seeking revenge against you from when you overthrew them and brought Tatooine into the Republic.”

Anakin shook his head. “I think you’re wrong, Master Jedi.” He watched Windu raise an eyebrow and took it as a sign to continue. “I think the Separatists are behind these attacks.”

The room was silent, as though they were processing what Anakin had said. He didn’t blame them. Accusing the Separatists of wanting to kill the single person who was actively against the formation of a military against them wasn’t logical. But every part of Anakin just knew it was right.

“You mean to imply Count Dooku?” Windu asked, clearly skeptical of Anakin’s accusation.

“Not one hundred percent, but nobody else in his Confederacy would have the means or motive.” Or motive. He thought of Senator Bonterri for a moment. Onderon was a member of the Separatist movement, but she was certainly unlikely to try to level an attack on him given how closely they had worked when he’d been a teenager running around the Senate floor. He had little doubt the other senators who had left would be similar. Almost no other member of their group would have an interest in killing him if his hunch was correct.

“Count Dooku is a political idealist, not a murderer.” Master Mundi corrected Anakin, but he said nothing, letting the Jedi have their say.

“He was also once a Jedi, Senator. He couldn’t assassinate anyone. It’s not in his character.”

“Once.” Anakin frowned at Windu’s defense. “As in he’s not a Jedi any longer. There’s no reason to believe he would still hold to Jedi beliefs, and even then, I’m not arguing that he’s the killer, only that he hired one out.”

Before Windu could respond, Yoda spoke up. “Matters not, the killer’s identity does. For certain Senator in grave danger you are.”

“Master Jedi.” Palpatine looked away from the window he had been near to give a kind smile to Anakin, as though he truly wanted to protect him. “May I suggest the Senator be placed under the protection of your graces.”

“You really think that’s a wise decision under these stressful times.” Bail spoke up, and he was right, the Jedi council didn’t need to spare anymore Jedi from whatever peace keeping mission they were on.

“Chancellor, with all do respect, I don’t need protecting, I can handle myself–”

“I’m sure you can, Senator.” The Chancellor cut him off. “I know you are a great pilot, and have a lucky streak, but the situation right now is dire. I understand that you do not want the help of the Jedi, but perhaps you might be willing to accept the extra security if it were Jedi you were familiar with. Perhaps an old friend like Master Kenobi, or Knight Naberrie.”

Anakin clenched his hands into fists, feeling his nails dig into the palms of his hand. He desperately wanted to see Obi-Wan and Padmé again, that much was true, but he having his friendship with them used as a weapon against him soured his mood for a possible reunion, which further sank as Windu revealed that the two had just returned from a border dispute.

“Please, Anakin. You know how much I’ve desired to look out for you since you asked for our help. Allow me to arrange this one thing for you, my boy.” There was nothing more he could do with Palpatine’s plea like that, and while Anakin was sure there was some ulterior motive to what was going on, he had his hands tied.

With nothing else he could do, Anakin turned to face Windu. “Tell Obi-Wan and Padmé I’ll be in my apartment, and that I look forward to seeing them again.”

It wasn’t until he left the office that he smiled as he realized just exactly who he was seeing again.

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#Star Wars #Anakin Skywalker #Anakin #Padme Amidala #Padme #Obi Wan Kenobi #Obi Wan #Anidala #Heather Writes

[merrymerryquitecontrary]

Young Empress Vader takes the throne when her father dies in their fight against Sidious. Without the only family member she has ever known, and overcome by grief, she doesn't last long...

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: 1) major character deaths 2) suicide

So this is an old, old fic I wrote back in 2015 when I was still experimenting with what I want from my SW fanfiction, the result was a lot of Dark/Sith Leia raised by Vader and a lot of death and grief and angst...

I actually wrote two versions of this fic, this and another with a slightly happier ending but with way, way more angst and grief. So I'll post the second version of this, perhaps tomorrow morning. I’ll also post it on AO3 when it’s out of Bad Publishing Glitch Time (12-5am UTC apparently has a dating glitch that makes new fics appear far behind older ones)...

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“Lord Vader and the Emperor are dead. I am Empress Darth Leia Vader. Lord Vader’s daughter,” the girl calmly explained to the Red guards who had been waiting outside the throne room while she and her father were with Sidious. Black stained her cheeks were her eyeliner flowed with tears. Her eyes were an eerie yellow colour, but they were not puffed nor red from her earlier crying. She was scowling, waiting for them to acknowledge her as their new Master.

***

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” the woman asked, entering the small mausoleum.

The veiled girl turned around and her dark brown eyes looked up to the intruder.

“I am in mourning,” she said quietly, her voice slightly trembling, gazing once more at the newer of the two graves. “I could ask the same of you,” she added as an afterthought.

“I once loved him,” the woman said, coming closer.

“Half the women and girls in the galaxy did,” she said, shrugging.

“He loved me back.”

“He only ever loved four women. Since his mother and wife are dead, and we can rule out you being his apprentice, because she was an alien, and I am the last one, you are wrong,” the girl said quietly, turning towards the exit. She’d had enough of people disturbing her in the place where she could remember her father.

“Exactly who are you?”

She paused at the doorstep and glanced at the stranger.

“I’m his daughter.”

With that, she turned for a final time and with a swirl of her black cloak, she left the small building and fled into the shadows, using the Force to mask her passage.

The woman ran out just a few seconds after the girl, but she saw no sign of her. She slowly walked back inside, to stare at her own grave and that of her husband’s.

Did that girl really say she was our daughter?

***

Empress Vader was a strong and cunning leader. She was just as ruthless as her Master when it came to dealing with betrayal, failure or plain ignorance.

Within a year of her reign, there was no Rebellion left in the galaxy. All opposition was mercilessly removed.

***

“Father,” came the soft whisper of the young woman standing in the dark desert. “I have fulfilled the task we set ourselves. The galaxy is in order. There is no more chaos. The people live in peace. I am no longer needed. I want to rest. I want to go where you are. I have nothing to live for. There is no more love for me. You were the only person I ever loved and you were the only person who ever loved me.” Her voice broke. “I can’t go on any longer,” she sobbed. “I’m tired. I want to leave. I want to rest.” A tear escaped out of her left eye and dripped down her cheek. It was clear and bright, not stained with black is her tears once were. Her brown eyes looked into the darkness of the Tatooinian night as she fell to her knees. “All of this is eating me alive from the inside. I need rest, a long rest,” she cried, spilling her heart and soul in the dry, harsh sand of her father’s homeplanet. Her raw emotions echoed across the Force and she curled up, not minding the irritating grains that got into her hair and clothes. She sobbed into her hands, grieving for the father she lost and the life they could have had together. She was all alone in the galaxy and nobody would ever care for her – not with her reputation of the Sith Empress.

As she slowly calmed down, gathering her wits about her, she reached to her belt and detached her father’s lightsabre.

She stared at it for a moment. It had claimed many lives before. She never used it herself. For her, it was a reminder of her father and her task. The last time it took a life was by her father’s hand.

Now, the first time and only time she would use it, she would take her own life.

She pressed the activation plate against her chest, under her left breast. Igniting, it would pierce her heart, killing her instantly.

She placed her thumb on the activation switch. One tiny move and she fell to the harsh sand, lifeless.

The Force cried out at losing another of its children.

A teenage boy stirred in his sleep in a hut in the Jundland Wastes.

***

To: Pooja Naberrie, Senator of Naboo

From: Darth Leia Vader, Empress

Senator Naberrie,

I write to you in a very important matter.

You are surely aware of who your aunt, Padmé Amidala, was. You know she died, bearing child. The thing is, she gave birth before dying. She was married to Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and she bore his child. Anakin Skywalker chose to serve the Dark Side, becoming Darth Vader.

I am the child of Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, known as Darth Vader.

After my father’s death eighteen months ago, I took the throne of the Empire. I brought order to the galaxy. I have fulfilled the task my father set me. I am weary of living. It is now my time to join him.

I have named you my heir and successor to the throne, as my closest blood relation and a fellow politician. You will be the Empress. It will be announced within a week, when my aides declare me missing, presumed dead.

By the time you get this letter, I will be on Tatooine, my father’s homeworld, the place where Anakin met Padmé, the place where my grandmother died. I will end my life there, in the desert. You may organise a search for my body, if you wish to. I don’t mind either way. I’ll be just as happy lying out there in the desert of Tatooine forever. If you do find me...bury me at my father’s side, under the name of Leia Amidala Skywalker. That’s what I would have been called, if things had worked out differently. If my mother and father lived.

Well, I guess that’s everything you need to know. As Empress, you can do whatever you want with the galaxy. You can make it into a Republic, if you wish to. I know that’s what my mother would have wanted.

I wish I could have known you and your family.

Goodbye,

your Cousin Leia.

Pooja Naberrie dropped the datapad into her lap.

Her Aunt’s child had lived. She had a living cousin. She was terrified of the implications – Aunt Padmé had been married to Darth Vader; the man who was buried in the family’s mausoleum was Darth Vader. The Empress was her cousin. That ruthless Sith Empress was her Aunt’s child.

And now she was on her way to die, or was already dead.

She grabbed the pad and rushed out of her room, slamming the old-fashioned door wide open. She ran downstairs to the large sitting room where she knew she would be. She always spent most days there, reading, writing, knitting, and sometimes, only staring silently out of the window across the lake.

She spent a great amount of time doing the latter during the past one and a half years, after Anakin Skywalker had been buried in her own mausoleum, by her side.

This time, Aunt Padmé was sitting reading a book out of a datapad.

“Pooja”, she laughed. “What’s the matter, I don’t remember the last time you were in such a hurry.”

Pooja didn’t laugh at her aunt’s jibe, instead saying: “I got a message from the Empress. You need to read it,” she added, handing her aunt the datapad.

The older woman’s eyes grew wider and wider in shock, then terror as she read.

“Do you think it’s true?” the Senator asked her aunt.

“Yes. Yes it is. She once told me herself. I was in the mausoleum and she was there. I asked her who she was and she said she was his daughter. She then disappeared before I could stop her. I never saw her again. I had no idea it was the Empress,” Padmé said through a constricted throat.

“What do we do now?”

“We must go to Tatooine. We need to find her, as soon as possible. Maybe it’s not too late yet. She named you her successor. You might be able to gain control of the army. We need as many people as we can to search for her in the desert. You’ll go to Coruscant immediately, see what you can do there, I’m going to Tatooine. You’ll need to tell them about this message, that the Empress is going to die if they don’t let you take men to Tatooine to find her.”

“Right. I’ll go and get packed.”

“So will I.”

***

There was a troop of Royal Guards awaiting her on the palace’s landing platform.

“Empress Naberrie,” the head of the Guards greeted her, bowing.

Pooja’s eyes widened. Did they already know that she was to be Empress? Was her cousin already dead?

“I need two hundred troopers to find Empress Vader.”

“Empress Vader is dead. Before she left, she had trackers implanted in her body – they transmitted the information that she died suddenly in the past ten hours.”

Pooja suddenly felt lightheaded. So her Aunt’s child was dead now. Dead before she could meet her mother. Before her mother could meet her child.

“Then we will search for her body,” she decided.

“We can easily find her using the trackers.”

“Then show me how to and I will go alone,” she replied.

Within half an hour, she was on her way to Tatooine to meet her Aunt and find her cousin’s body.

It was before noon when she arrived on the desert planet.

She managed to find Padmé in one of the smaller canteens.

“Did you manage?” the older woman desperately asked her niece.

“Auntie... I am the Empress. Leia is already dead.”

“No.” The sorrow in Padmé’s voice made Pooja’s throat clench. She hugged her Aunt closely.

“I’m sorry, Auntie. They said she had trackers implanted so they would know. I have the equipment to find her using them.”

They sat together in silence for a few minutes.

“Let’s go then,” Padmé said.

They rose and left the building.

Padmé had already rented a speeder for her search, and while she had been travelling across the desert for a few hours the previous day, she did not find any trace of her daughter.

This time, using the trackers, it only took them two hours to reach the place where Leia’s body lay.

The girl was sprawled out on the sand, her dark brown spread out on the ground in a strange halo around her head. Her eyes were closed, but there were dirty tear tracks where dust had clung to her cheeks while the tears where still wet.

Her hand fell to one side, and the deactivated lightsabre was just next to it, where it must have rolled out when the girl died.

She seemed peaceful, as if she were only sleeping, but the burnt hole in her heart bore witness to the truth.

Padmé fell to her knees, reaching out to stroke her daughter’s hair. As she touched her, she broke down, sobbing.

Pooja keeled next to her Aunt.

“Why did she do this?”

There was nothing Pooja could say to ease her Aunt’s pain. Only recently she’d found out that her husband had lived for years and died in separation from her, and now she found out she had a child and that child committed suicide.

#Dark Leia #Vader raises Leia #Sith Leia #suicide #grief #empire #tatooine #star wars #starwars fanfic #angst #star wars angst #au fanfiction #star wars AU

[threadsketchier]

Whumptober #15 - Scars

This is still somewhat nebulous, but this technically takes place in the LTE ‘verse, after Luke and Leia have gotten acquainted with the Naberrie family.  I SMELL FAMILY DRAMA BIGGER THAN THE KARDASHIANS.

“What do you remember about my father?”

Pooja sighed and tucked a bronze ringlet behind her ear, her smile growing apologetic.  “Not very much, I’m afraid - Ryoo and I only met him twice.  I think I was about four years old then.  He just seemed like a very nice young man.  I thought he was the prettiest man I’d ever seen.”  She snorted, hiding her face in her hand.  “Goodness, I’m sorry, I know how terrible that sounds.  But he was quite lovely, besides the strange haircut I’d never seen on anyone before.  And stars above, he was so tall.”  Her features screwed up in amused chagrin.  “That’s a very awkward way to start things, isn’t it?”

Luke would have laughed more if not for the dark anticipatory mood clouding over him, but he managed a weak chuckle.  “You said you’re a politician?”

“I’m a politician who refrains from commenting on anyone’s prettiness or lack thereof,” she replied in self-deprecation.  “But if you’ll pardon me, in all seriousness, I do see much of him in you.  I know resemblance is superficial and doesn’t hold the significance of personality, of...more genuine memories, but…”  Pooja trailed off.

“I wish I could see more of my mother in myself,” Luke murmured.

Pooja’s gaze held understanding warmth.  “I see her.  The curve of your brows, her delicate bone structure.  But you carry her here.”  The back of her hand patted his breastbone.  “I remember wishing I looked more like Aunt Padmé as I grew up.  But it doesn’t matter when her spirit lives among us.  What we uphold about her and carry forth in our lives.”  She grasped his left hand and squeezed it in consolation.  “But getting back to your father...the second time I saw him, he was...different.”

Luke’s heart picked up speed.  “How so?”

“He didn’t have the same demeanor from when we’d first met him.  He seemed...not exactly angry, but...close to that.  He was very quiet and not smiling, and there was just this...heaviness about him.  And I was very young and saw that his right hand wasn’t normal anymore, it was this skeletal golden thing, and it frightened me.  I started to cry, and as soon as he noticed he knelt in front of me and calmed me down.  He even let me play with his golden hand.  I didn’t comprehend at the time what the war must have been doing to him, and that he’d just been wounded.  Those two occasions had barely been a few weeks apart.  It was like day and night.”  She shook her head slowly.  “And here we are, and you and Leia have had to face the same losses and crucibles in your youth.  We pray this war has a swift end and the horror ceases with this generation.”

“Only if we all learn from our mistakes, and those before us,” Luke whispered.  He bowed his head, then raised it to hold Pooja in his sight, wondering if this would be the last time she would look kindly upon him.  “May I show you something?” he asked, heart now beating harshly against his ribs and threatening to make the rest of him shake in tandem.

“Of course!”

He pulled his right sleeve away from his wrist and turned his arm to face palm-upwards.  A sliding press opened the wrist access panel, exposing the interior wiring and structure.  He heard Pooja’s sharp intake of breath, and glanced up to see sympathy in her expression.

“I don’t just share this with my father,” Luke said gravely, pausing in the knowledge that once he disclosed this, there was no turning back, no regaining the simple, pastoral bliss he and Leia had experienced thus far under the Naberrie household.

“My father did this to me.”

He watched the confusion and disbelief crawl across Pooja’s face as her eyes flickered back and forth between him and the prosthetic, shifting to horror and denial as his own gaze did not break, willing the realization upon her.

Tears blurred his vision, blotting out her anguish.  “I have a lot to tell you all.”

#hey sometimes it's better to keep ur mouth shut luke #whumptober2019 #no.15 #my fics #star wars #luke skywalker #pooja naberrie #anakin skywalker #LTE #prosthetics #disability #trauma

[hcndmaid-old]

incoming from anonymous :  I have been wondering, and I know you would know the best: does Sabé have romantic feelings for Padmé?

thank you so much for the anon, and i’m flattered you think so !??!! of course it’s always up to everyone’s individual interpretation, but i think canon material from QUEEN’S SHADOW and new VADER comics backs up my own portrayal that YES. padmé is sabé’s first and true love. i have written a small novel below but i can’t begin to do the reasons justice. a summery of below is : read queen’s shadow. women are multidimensional and romance is complicated. they are both happy. they are both vulnerable. this is allowed. so below - if you dare - are some very messy essie takes on why this is & why it’s never pursued :

PERSONALS. DO NOT. INTERACT. DO NOT. REBLOG. 

links to the quotes from the book are HERE , and HERE, if you don’t mind spoilers. i think it’s so deliberate that the language is so deeply romantic in an almost fairy tale sense of a noble character’s dedication to their one true love - it’s as if padmé is her soulmate, but sabé is not hers in return ( it’s very clearly anakin and there’s no problem in that being so ! ) i’m not bitter because there are so many reasons why these two could have but didn’t approach romance, and they are all very mature and complex reasons worthy of these two women’s fates. i could write a 5000 word essay on how deeply entwined the handmaiden and the queen are, but i conclude that sabé never acts on early romantic feelings because of the kind of person padmé is; she pours herself out to a world that doesn’t deserve it. the guilt padmé already feels at sending tsabin to her potential death even after their time as handmaidens is over, is immense. to approach padmé romantically would be demanding more of that heart that’s been just as traumatised by war as hers has (the movies & show downplay what the book doth not.) she won’t do it. there is a tragic sense that tsabin doesn’t feel?? worthy?? her identity is all over the place. 

 tsabin would feel so intensely guilty about taking any more love than padmé’s already given -  because they both know padmé could be the death of her and padmé tries to avoid it all the time, and sabé can’t put the guilt of killing her best friend AND her potential lover on a woman that’s trying to pull the galaxy out of the gutter. there’s also a lot to be said about their identities being so linked, their childhood together, the life in constant danger, the different lives they lead, etc,etc... sabé is content to stay close by her side, and as multidimensional female characters - they find their own lives!!  wow !! who knew women could do that !! they’ll never be apart... and when they finally, tragically are, tsabin dedicates every waking moment from the end of queen’s shadow through to meeting vader himself to find out what the hell killed padmé, because she’s calling bullshit on her just magically passing away in her youth. if that is not the behaviour of a woman who was in love with naberrie than idk what is.

i believe it was very deliberate on e.k johnson’s part not to shy away from romantic feelings from tsabin BECAUSE WE’RE TIRED OF STORIES WHERE A WOMAN LOVING A WOMAN SO DEEPLY IS OUT OF THE QUESTION. it’s a story of star crossed lovers, but it’s women. and it’s allowed. it’s valid. it’s deeply sad, but it’s beautiful and complicated. also note how i haven’t mentioned padmé’s romantic feelings? because tbh, i’m not sure if they’re there! this love should not take away from her romance with anakin or impact her friendship with sabé. neither should be villanized for favour of the other.that’s nasty behaviour and the last thing tsabin wants. i think she believes their affair to be reckless - but the world takes everything else from padmé. she wants her friend to be happy, to love and be free. that requires someone who doesn’t see the ‘queen amidala’ sabé knows so well. sabé is still guilty of seeing padme as an untouchable leader, the identity of amidala that haunts padmé her whole life. anakin sees a woman who he loves first and foremost. that’s beautiful, and i believe tsabin would see that and be so grateful to him for that. she has no idea he will be the death of her. she never learns it either.

when tsabin professes this love, it’s with captain tonra, who is her romantic partner in the novel and from then on. she has to be honest: there will always be someone whose life she will protect with her own, but that doesn’t mean the two women can’t exist in their delicate state of almost in love AND lead full and exciting lives of their own. that doesn’t mean she can’t develop as deep a love for captain tonra. IT’S LAYERED. IT’S COMPLICATED. LIKE REAL HEARTS ARE. tsabin in my portrayal must have this conversation with any serious lover ; they must understand her choice. if they don’t, they can scoot. they aren’t emotionally mature enough to handle it. if they are? they will see underneath that hard-as-nails calculating, cool and badass exterior, to find a gentle, vulnerable woman who’s job as a 14 year old was to put aside self importance and become a sacrifice. she is capable of love, and worthy of love.

one last thing - i would love to see a romance between two women written just as well and seen through to the end. i would love two women having a happy ending. it’s not this story, but it could be. me and one padmé ( the beloved @genitrice ) are working one out and nothing warms my heart more. in canon? it’s just not the time tbh. so yes, i think it’s very deliberately intended that sabé is/was/always will be in love with padmé - but it goes beyond romance. it’s the deepest love, untouchable, unconditional, and such a treasure to explore.

there’s so much more i could say but uuuuuh.... that’s all folks ! also im crying.

#( . haha wish i was joking i am crying. nothing gets my heart like this. NOTHING #( . read if you dare #( . im dyslexic so sorry if it's a mess that's all i can manage rn #( . i have so many feelings UUUUUGH #*⠀so⠀ i⠀ will⠀ be⠀ the⠀ tooth⠀ and⠀ claw⠀｡⠀ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᶠᵉ ⠀❞ )⠀⠀. sabé hcs #*⠀it was not her place to speak often⠀‘⠀but when she did⠀｡⠀ᶤᵗ ᵉᵃʳᶰᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵃᶰᵈ ⠀❞ )⠀⠀. answered

[pumpkin-lith]

So, basically, the thing was, it all starts on a beautiful Senate day. Palpatine is walking with some random Senator, and he needs for that conversation to keep going so, let's not take the lifts, haha, let's walk down those stairs.

And nobody uses the stairs, right, they're all lazy and/or busy, lifts are faster, so if you use the stairs, you're either somewhat claustrophobic, don't fit inside the humanoids or even the larger/taller ones, have a tryst with your lover who might or might not be a Jedi, or maybe you just want a quiet place to take your lunch.

But point is, nobody uses the stairs much so the cleaning droids, they have so much to do, have you seen the size of the Senate, they keep the cleaning of all those unused stairs for way late at night on weekends when aaaalll the rest is done or don't need constant maintenance.

So say, if there's a slice of tomato on a stair, because someone packed up their lunch a little fast because _some_ people have no shame, doing that just above their salad, it would just… stay there, for hours, until Chancellor Palpatine and Random Senator walk by.

And, don't get me wrong, love the Naboo fashion, but man, those robes and collars…

There's no way Palpatine sees that small little slice of tomato and Woops he goes.

And on one hand, he's a Sith, yes, powers, super agility to do that triple side somersault, he could recover like that. snaps

But on the other hand, he's posing as Old Man Sheev Palpatine, and, say, the door just opened on a Jedi Master looking for his wayward Padawan soon to be Knight because he heard he just might be in that staircase, so if Force use there is to avoid the fall, the Jedi will feel it and his carefully engineered war just started, that would be the most stupid way to be found out, right ?

And, really, all things considered what harm can a little fall do, there will be exactly two people to see him fall, one is a Random Senator that he needs for this or that bill but is otherwise of no importance and will never dare laugh about the Chancellor and a Jedi who's too damn nice to dare mock an old man, yes ?

So, he lets the fall by tomato slice happen.

And. Hits. His. Head.

And here is the thing : when he wakes up, he's completely amnesiac \0/.

No memories, no background and certainly not Sidious.

There's all these well wishers and people calling him Chancellor and being nice and worried but he has no clue, and no relative, no wife, to help with recovering his memories.

But, lucky him, he’s a public figure, he even has two or three biographies written about him, great !

Look, you can't tell me that, even without considering he's a Sith named Sidious, a politician of Palpatine’s caliber doesn't have 1) several books written about him and 2) made damn sure he knew exactly what was in those, and how the Galaxy saw him through them.

Palpatine, His Life, His Work, by Totally A Non-Influenced Author I Swear Cross My Heart.

So what Amnesiac By Tomato!Palpatine can find about his own life, his own motivations and goals, is the official backstory he so carefully crafted himself.

So, we're like, mhh, not that long after Geonosis, the War has started and some people in the Senate are seeing different shades in the colors Palpatine is showing with emergency powers being around and the Army bill passing because, hey, actually, we do have an Army…

But all of that is fresh, no books on that ! Press articles, sure, but the biographies, so far, they're all showing the same basic facts, and those include :

He’s from Naboo, there's probably stories about how his Good, Rich, Upstanding family was Wholesome and full of Values he inherited

Became a Senator and, when the young Queen from his homeworld came to ask for help after an Invasion, he Stepped Up and became Chancellor to Help the Downtrodden

That Queen ended up a Senator after her Tenure and he was her Mentor in the Senate as a Good, Benevolent Grandfatherlike Figure

Someone Likes Capitalizing Stuff Too Much

And sure, he may be amnesiac but he still has (most) of his brainpower, so he'd look for other sources, look up the HoloNet (after enabling Safe Search, what is even that SheevBinks ship, Jesus people), see some nuances, some saying that he's a true friend and ally to the Jedi Order, some saying he's just another corrupt politician, some saying he's the reincarnation of a 300 year old eggplant deity from Felucia because it's the space internet.

But mostly, Sidious did his cover up good, especially at that point in time, he appears as a Political, slightly better dressed version of Santa.

And of the two people who could shed some (Dark) light into this, let's say Amedda choked to death that morning (on a tomato, of course), so sad, and Dooku can't exactly walk into the hospital to get the facts straight now, can he.

On the list of People who can actually visit, there will be two important ones :

First, Anakin puppy eyed newly or about to be Knighted, very newly wedded, riding that Honeymoon Vibe.

Who is so gonna tell their Friend and Father Figure Daddy Palpatine how good a human being he is, how full of advice, how they talked a lot for years about ending slavery and that Peace is Good.

And Padmé Protégée Naberrie Amidala who would be a little more careful and admitting that they had some differences but, the War just started and can maybe still be stopped with negotiations, but for that, they need a ruling body who can negotiates and she sympathizes with Palpatine's current ailment but surely, he sees that right now, he cannot be Chancellor to the Republic, yes ?

So, so far, Tomato Brain here is not sure of much but he does have a few facts that seem to be stuff people agree on : he's grandfatherly, he gives good advice, he's mostly a Good person who likes Peace and he does the Right Thing when it's time to step up.

So he does just that. The Good, Right Thing for the Republic he's apparently spent his whole life serving.

He steps down from the Chancellor mantle. And, while waiting for elections to be able to be held, and given that Vice Chancellor Amedda sadly died last day of tomato choking, his last act is to appoint Senator Amidala as Acting Chancellor in the meantime.

It makes sense, my dear, don't be so surprised, I'm an old, injured man with no memories, and you've been a good friend and are a good person, both according to everyone and from what I saw personally. It's like I can feel it by some way, crazy, I know, but don't worry, you'll take good care of the Republic.

And then he decides to retire on Naboo, he read he has a nice vacation house on his Estate, and all this talk about tomatoes made him think he might just like growing his own garden.

And this is a happy, cracky verse, (if you don't think this is crack, you haven't been paying attention) so nothing goes wrong.

There is no Evil Diary of Sidious hidden somewhere, nothing Dark in that vacation home, it was basically a front so it's closer to an Ikea showroom than an Evil Lair, he settles in nicely for his nice retirement on a very comfy pension.

Though he doesn't need all of that money, does he, let's also give to charities and to people working against slavery, because apparently, that's what he used to do, and it does seem like a Good Thing.

And Dooku, let's not forget our second Sith Lord. Now, Sidious is away from the main media eye, away from Coruscant, it would be easy to go to him and tell him the truth…

But why in the seven hells would he.

Let's remember that Dooku joined the Dark Side initially because he felt the Jedi wouldn't, couldn't do fuck about Sidious, that the only way would be to find the Sith Master and join him to stab him in the back. And he Fell along the way and stuff, but in the beginning of it all, he had  let's say, Good Motivations, Not Very Good Plan.

But this IS the beginning. And Apart from Geonosis, the War is now stalling, because there is no puppet master, no shadow leader, no Great Big Bad Plan behind it all and someone playing chess with all the Galaxy as his pawns, black AND white.

There is just the Republic on one Side, Dooku and the CiS on the other, and Sidious is planting tomatoes as a hobby.

So, Dooku can go back to his own true love too. Politics. (Yurk. But whatever rocks your boat, man)

And, so, why don't we talk about this like civilized beings, hmm ?

Surely, the Republic isn't a Tyranny not letting people pick another way ?

It's talks or a war, what do you pick ?

So.

No war.

Lots of Politics, I'm sure Dooku and Padmé and Satine and assorted madbeings are living, there's bills and conferences and cabinets meetings and sessions everywhere, THIS is my version of Hell but it works out.

And, because it's me, let's talk about the clones.

There's Now a couple millions guys for an Army that is actually not needed, Chancellor never even got the time to ratify that bill, sorry, so actually you're not even the GAR, at most you're, like, the GA, maybe ?

But you know who is understaffed, just lost a good dozens members and often act as Senatorial envoyees to dangerous places ? The Jedi. Who you want to serve anyway ! Great.

So the Jedi take custody of the GA, and well, it's not an Army innit, the Jedi can't have an Army, and we're not going to call them the G, that's stupid, so they became a branch of the Jedi Corps, Protection and Escort and Badass Looking or something like that, they go with Jedi everywhere, make sure no Jedi die or is injured or kidnapped or enslaved or goes off to join a civil war or anything. Keep their Jedi safe and protected everywhere. Good stuff.

While Palpatine plants his tomatoes.

And, to wrap this up, let's say, ten years down the line, when little Luke and little Leia become Padawans, the ripple in the Force lights up the whole Galaxy so much an old man with a strawhat in his field of tomatoes remembers.

And Darth fucking Sidious realises he wasted a century long conspiracy crafted by all his line of Siths, gave his puppet Senator his actual job of Leader, she's married to his Carefully Groomed Apprentice who is now Happy Light Daddy, he gifted his biggest enemies with an Army who is now protecting them, the Order is flourishing, Republic and CiS are allies and in harmony, the Galaxy is so Light it burns and he's known as a Good Old Man giving most of his wealth to charities and who is making tomatoes preserves.

And Sidious dies of an aneurysm, in his field of tomatoes (which, unfortunately, might actually burn down if he does explode. Those good tomatoes, so sad.)

#star wars #complete crack #palpatine defeated by tomatoes #april's fools #my writing #bullet point fic

[gffa]

One of the very best things about STAR WARS fandom is that there’s so much variety here that I never seem to get bored, that there’s always something for almost everyone to pick up and read! Whether I want to read about the Jedi or the clones or the Empire being fought back against or character pieces on the space twins or continue my love for the Solo characters or continue to cry about the Rebels crew or to capitalize on the potential of the still-unfolding sequels, Star Wars fandom is going to give me something and it’s going to be fantastic. This list of recs will hopefully give you something to read, whether you want massive time travel (maybe) fix it or delicious more character-focused stuff or just some straight up kissing fic or something that will give you feelings or whatever, there should be at least one thing you’ll like! Because Star Wars fandom is excellent for spreading that love around! STAR WARS FIC RECS: TIME TRAVEL RECS: ✦ Although He Smiles by AutumnChild22, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 86.9k wip    She’d counted the 750 steps down from the Temple. She’d said her goodbyes, and left Master Anakin standing below the great pillars. What more could the Force want from her? ‘Everything’ sums it up nicely. Waking 13 years in the past, Ahsoka faces a harsh reality. As events begin to unfold, she faces a ticking clock that times a galaxy’s end. ✦ Adrift by Ripki, obi-wan & anakin & cast, time travel, 4.9k wip    In the aftermath of painful revelations, Obi-Wan and Anakin struggle to come to terms with the heavy price of secrets. But the war gives no respite and soon enemies are closing in, putting the Team’s honesty, loyalty and trust in each other to the test. ✦ A New History by Annie Walker, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & dooku & cast, time travel, 533.4k wip    During a heated battle, Dooku escaped into the past! Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker follow to stop him, but discover that Dooku went to the past where Obi-Wan is a young padawan to a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn. Now, the two must go undercover to stop Dooku’s plans from coming to fruition in order to save not only the future, but also young Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. ✦ untitled by lurkingcrow, obi-wan & anakin, time travel, 1.3k    At first he thinks he is dreaming. After all, he is dead, and who is to say the dead do not dream? It’s not the most pleasant of dreams, back in the place of his childhood, the hot Tatooine winds blowing sand inside the coarse fabric of his tunic. PREQUELS RECS: ✦ Magic Blankets by Lady_Lombax, obi-wan & anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, 3k    C-3PO accidentally saves the galaxy by teaching a young Ani Skywalker how to crochet. Or in which the power of love and crafts solve a lot of problems and the Jedi Creche is about two inches away from kidnapping Anakin at any given moment. ✦ Remedial Jedi Theology by MarbleGlove, obi-wan & anakin & mace & palpatine & cast, 51.3k    Let us consider the fact that the Jedi Order is a monastic religious organization based out of a temple, with five basic tenets of faith. ✦ untitled by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 2.6k    The past and the present blurs together, Anakin can hardly breathe through it. Too many thoughts crowd inside his head and the more he tries to sort himself out, the more of the past he remembers and the more fears for the future it brings up. ✦ There’s some use crying over spilled milk. by McKenziethewriter, obi-wan & anakin, 1.3k    Anakin and Obi-Wan’s first night at the Temple without Qui-Gon. ✦ The One Where Anakin Tries to Be Serious by GirlwithCurls98, anakin & ahsoka, 1k    Even though they’re fighting a war, Anakin finds the time to lead his apprentice through one of the Jedi’s sacred ceremonies. ✦ untitled by swhurtcomfort, obi-wan & anakin, 1.8k    Prompt: So…. what if Anakin gets the news that he is going to take the Trials of Knighthood in a week and completely shuts everyone out in his panic to prepare himself and then he gets sick from not sleeping or something bad happens to him. ✦ untitled by stonefreeak, quinlan & cast, 3.4k    Quinlan nurses his mug of aseet as he keeps scanning the room with sharp eyes, his sensitive ears working overtime to try and pick up the slightest bit of interesting conversation—preferably something to do with the Senate bombing; maybe a cocky bounty hunter bragging about their excellent work. ✦ A Passing Evening by belldreams, obi-wan/satine & anakin & cast, 2.9k    With Qui-Gon’s passing and a brand new Padawan in tow, Obi-Wan finds himself at a loss. An old companion helps him find his way again. ✦ Their Promises They’d Kept by The_Peridot_Shade, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 2.5k    Obi-Wan’s never felt human, not really. When all of time and space is at your fingertips, when there are rules you must obey absolutely and others you can break as easily as breathing—well, it’s no surprise to discover that you aren’t what you thought you were. ✦ untitled by swhurtcomfort, obi-wan & anakin, 1.8k    'Blast it—ow!“ A great swarm of tiny orange insects erupted from of the stump Obi-Wan had hit with the hovercrate. ✦ untitled by swhurtcomfort, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 2.2k    Be brave don’t look back be brave don’t look back ✦ Sweater Dresses by Lady_Lombax, anakin/fives (one-sided), 1k    In which Anakin likes to wear sweater dresses in his downtime and Fives Cannot Deal™ with this information. ✦ Obi-Wan and the Force by AwayOHumanChild, obi-wan & cast, ~1k    One of the first things Jedi Initiates learn is that everyone experiences the Force differently. ✦ A Mother’s Love by achilleanobiwan, obi-wan & qui-gon & xanatos & oc & cast, 18.7k wip    A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a young mother on a small planet in the Outer Rim chose to not give her son up to be raised by the Jedi Order. Obi-Wan never becomes a Jedi, Xanatos never falls to the Dark, and the colorful Kenobi family keeps the galaxy on its toes. ✦ Simmer 'til tender by Brynnen, TwaCorbies (Brynnen), obi-wan & anakin, ~1k    It’s hard forming a partnership with the one left behind and Obi-Wan realises that he might have to embrace a less conventional approach to gain his skittish padawan’s trust. ✦ that sleep of death by snartfellows, ahsoka & plo, 1.6k    On her worst nights, after the Great Purge, Ahsoka Tano has a nightmare. ✦ In the Heart of the Force by ReneeoftheStars, ahsoka & qui-gon, 1.7k    Ahsoka Tano travels back to the world between world’s. Searching for answers, she comes across a past event that only makes her question the past even more. ✦ untitled by stonefreeak, rig nema & cast, 1.2k    Rig Nema steps out of the transport, glad to be back on solid ground again—gladder still to be back at the Temple at last. The Coruscant air is as it always is, filtered and almost polluted. ✦ genesis by kernsing, anakin & shmi & cast, ~1k wip    genesis /ˈʤɛnəsəs/ — n. the origin or mode of formation of something ✦ if the sky comes falling down, for you (there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do) by skywalking-across-the-galaxy (BadWolfGirl01), obi-wan/satine & anakin & cody & maul & cast, 6.2k    [or: The Lawless, but Obi-Wan’s not alone.] ✦ where war is no more by silveronthetree, obi-wan/satine, 3k wip    AU where Satine survives and Obi-Wan goes on the run with her and Luke after Order 66. ✦ One Drink Too Many and a Joke Gone Too Far by victoria_p (musesfool), obi-wan/satine & anakin/padme, nsfw, 7.2k    Obi-Wan and Satine wake up married. Obi-Wan intends to file for divorce. Really he does. ✦ Tooka While But We’ll Get There… by LurkingCrow, anakin & wolffe & rex & cast, 4.5k    In a universe where the events of the Clone Wars went very differently, all Wolffe wants to do is find passage off this station before his leave is over. He’s not expecting to make new friends of either human or feline variety… OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ a blessing from the Force itself by Anonymous, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, ~1k    ‘So what we are we gonna do,’ he teases, ‘master?’ ✦ Upfall by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 3.6k wip    Anakin is doing just about everything he can to hold himself together; it won’t last. ✦ Ahsoka’s Masters by Ralph_E_Silvering, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 2.4k    Basically a story about how Ahsoka Tano learns she has two masters instead of one, and Anakin and Obi-Wan are their usual charming, bickering, infused with sexual tension selves. ✦ Qui-Gon Does It Well by Jen425, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & qui-gon, 2.1k    It’s Qui-Gon’s turn. (But when has Qui-Gon ever done anything right about Obi-Wan and Anakin?) ✦ Say Hello to Master Qui-Gon for Me by zarabithia, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    At the end of a long life together, Anakin bids farewell to Obi-Wan. ✦ A Father’s Love by TheAndromedaFangirl, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 2.2k    In Vader’s dying moments, Luke makes a wish, for his father to be able to have a better life. The force answers. ✦ Needing Touch by aphorisnt, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    Anakin needs to hold Obi-Wan. ✦ Sometimes a family is a cultural anthropologist, a PoliSci PhD, a snippy sophomore, a golden cat, a Snorkie, and a guy who just wants to build a really smart robot by bessyboo, cantarina, exmanhater, forzandopod, heartequals (savvygambols), Opalsong, reena_jenkins, sophinisba, theleanansidhe, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & quinlan & asajj, modern au, 19.4k ✦ i’ll wait no longer by Ralph_E_Silvering, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.3k    Soon after Anakin is rescued from the Thrugii Asteroid Belt, he and Obi-Wan are sent undercover at a masquerade party hosted by Senator Amidala. Bereft of Obi-Wan for weeks, Anakin may not be able to resist demanding his Master’s touch for long. ORIGINAL TRILOGY RECS: ✦ There Lies a Beast (and when it wakes you know it will not hide) by AceQueenKing, leia/amilyn & padme, sith!padme, 3.7k    Sometimes, Leia thinks Padmé Amidala Naberrie will drown the universe in her tears. Or, if not that, then let the streets run with blood. Perhaps Mother finds atonement for her dead husband and dead son in the blood she’s spilled. ✦ Of Sons and Fathers by AliuIce0814, obi-wan & luke, 2.3k    "What a child Anakin’s son is, Obi-Wan thought to Qui-Gon. What an utterly remarkable boy.” Starring six-year-old Luke, grieving Obi-Wan, some bratty neighbor kids, and the ghosts of Padawans and Masters past. ✦ A Great Many Things by lirin, obi-wan & mara & yoda & leia & padme, 1.2k    “But Master Yoda,” Mara said, “What about Prince Vader? They say he knows the Force.” REBELS RECS: ✦ Uncharted by glorious_clio, kanan/hera, 1k    New crew member. New roommate. New rules? They’re figuring this out as they go along. ✦ Dehiscence by veritascara, hera(/kanan) & cham, 4.8k    An unexpected holo-call reopens wounds, both new and old, for Hera and creates a rift she never intended. ✦ Home and Honor by ncfan, sabine/ketsu, 7k    Ketsu and Sabine aren’t exactly on the same page about what honor entails. ✦ Like An Image Passing By by rebelsfromstars, kanan/hera & jacen, 3.7k    Every once in a while Hera comes with Jacen to Lothal to visit the mural that Sabine had painted. As time goes by, Jacen has more and more questions about his father. ✦ The Signs by veritascara, hera & ezra & isval & background kanan/hera, 3.5k    A childhood lesson she hoped she’d never need comes back to haunt Hera, and she isn’t sure how she feels about it. SOLO RECS: ✦ Honour Among Thieves by rain_sleet_snow, han/qi'ra & vos & maul, 1.3k    Qi'ra doesn’t get many opportunities to do the right thing. SEQUELS RECS: ✦ Now, Voyager by glorious_clio, leia & rey & poe & rose & finn, 1.9k    Make no mistake, Leia Organa is driven by duty, by a desire for peace and democracy. So when she is shown a way to bring peace to the Galaxy, she sets herself on that path. It’s what she’s always done. ✦ blood is thicker by saiditallbefore, rey & palpatine, 2.2k    Other people couldn’t see Rey’s grandfather, because he was a ghost. That was okay, though— she’d never needed other people anyway. ✦ Between by Splintered_Star, leia/han & obi-wan, force ghosts, 2k    Leia, the night after everyone returns from the Starkiller base. (Almost everyone.) FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE!

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