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round two is here! enjoy and make sure to kudos and comment for all the lovely creators of these works!

day one twitter thread: here

01. Curious Cultures by anonymous

“I know I am not your. . . ideal partner for this mission, but surely you’ve experienced enough that it should not be too off putting, right?” Anakin’s silence made space seem loud. “You will answer me, Anakin Skywalker, or I will have you sent back Coruscant.” “I haven’t,” or Anakin and Obi-Wan have to get married for a mission and Anakin left out a crucial fact

02. The Will of the Desert by anonymous

Anakin know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan is meant to be his. He just really need the Universe to gets its act together and make it happen.

03. take me out (to the ballgame) by anonymous

Obi-Wan goes to the baseball game against his wishes. He meets a handsome stranger and kisses him. (Not against his wishes)

04. thine cup spillth over by anonymous

Anakin is the son of the Force. The Chosen One. He was born to feed the Force's warriors.

05. Baby Duck Syndrome by anonymous

It is an unexpected shock when it happens because by the time Anakin is born almost all imprints are made, not natural. But Anakin’s master is a Toydarian, and there has never been a successful imprint made between a human and one of them. So as long as Anakin is useful, he does not need to know about imprinting, because it is not something that Watto can do to him, or to his mom. Then the Jedi comes, and Anakin touches his apprentice’s hand.

06. make every last moment last by anonymous

Anakin dreads the inevitable end of the war. Padmé is his wife, but Obi-Wan is his mate. He shouldn't have either . He can't keep them both forever. The future will be here before he knows it, and Anakin needs to get himself together so he can be a good husband again. So he can learn to be a good father. But he won’t be either of those things tonight. Tonight, there’s only one thing he can be.

07. just grab me and take me by anonymous

His hard cock swung between his legs as he rocked on his fingers, nearly sobbing from how it was almost right. He wanted more – he always wanted more – and this was on the edge of not enough. A hand wrapped around his hip and Anakin startled. “Look at you,” purred Obi-Wan, his other hand grazing down the length of Anakin’s bare arched back, “you couldn’t wait, baby girl?”

08. love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind by anonymous

The lack of Anakin at Obi-Wan's side was telling. Something was wrong. Obi-Wan tried to put the worry out of his head, replaying the previous night over and over. He’d spanked Anakin, but he’d done that plenty of times by now. He had also been rather strict with Anakin, but Anakin liked that. Anakin had told Obi-Wan that much a thousand times by now. Obi-Wan sighed, pushing away the datapad and pinching the bridge of his nose as he often did when he was annoyed at a situation. This time, however, he was annoyed at himself.

09. a vision of your blue eyes, so lovely by anonymous

“Let me take care of you,” Obi-Wan soothed. “No, I can’t,” Anakin’s hands ran down his forearms, up his biceps and to his chest where he grabbed desperately onto his shirt. “Why not?” Obi-Wan’s fingers threaded through Anakin’s hair, petting and carding through the short strands. Anakin felt more self conscious than he’d ever felt in his life. What if you hurt me? Was what Anakin wanted to ask. Instead, a sob racked his body and Obi-Wan’s arms went around him easily, like they always were supposed to. Or, what happens after the movie Awake if Anakin met Obi-Wan after his heart transplant.

10. Alpha|Alpha by anonymous

Obi-Wan looked at his former apprentice and smiled to himself. Anakin was the image of the perfect Alpha from the outside – he was tall, masculine, easily aggravated and hot-headed, assertive. Everything the society expected. Omegas always threw themselves at him, and Obi-Wan took unhealthy pleasure in watching them fail to seduce him.

11. Please, Devour Me? by anonymous

GFFA AU Obi-Wan and Anakin enjoy a moment alone together in Hyperspace, and Obi-Wan makes a selfish demand. -- “Like a rancor.” “A rancor?” Obi-Wan tugged at the lace with his teeth. “How insulting.” Anakin laughed but there was a tremor to his voice, the realisation that calling his beloved a rancor was probably a little more insulting than how he'd meant it. His legs fell apart even more, the skirts dipping between his thighs and Obi-Wan gripped the lace of one of the stockings in his teeth and tugged, pulling it down and over Anakin’s knee. --

12. Dream a Little Dream (Of You & Me) by anonymous

In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the SubAnakin_ObikinFest collection. Prompt: Obi-Wan is an incubus and is frequently pulled into the dreams people have about him. It's never bothered him—it is how he feeds that part of himself and he always makes sure everyone has a good time—but it's become a bit bothersome ever since Anakin started his journey of sexual discovery and his Master is a frequent flyer in those fantasies. And it becomes difficult to walk away the more Anakin grows into a man and also into Obi-Wan's own personal wet dream. Anakin, his strong-willed and bratty Padawan, proves to be quite submissive and sweet in the land of his dreams. DNW: hard kinks

13. books and their covers by anonymous

Obi-Wan knows very well what he is. People look at his master and see a big strong alpha, and then they look at him, they see... well, the exact opposite. As a beta, he may not stand out much in the shadow of his powerful alpha master, but Obi-Wan is the only one who can make Anakin come.

14. i'd follow you down, down, down by anonymous

He watched as the Separatist ships jumped to hyperspace in a flash of blue. His own men’s ships around him began going back to the Negotiator but Anakin didn’t move. Not yet. He stared into space; the blackness of it, the stars that sparkled. There was nothing around him, and if he didn’t turn his ship around, he couldn’t see the Star Destroyer waiting for him. It was all empty, just like him. Just like their room had been when he woke up.

15. all tied up in knots by anonymous

The only thing that eases the sting of Anakin Skywalker's one-sided love affair with his roommate, Obi-Wan Kenobi, is the fact that they're also friends with benefits which means he gets some part of Obi-Wan at least a few times a week. He's made his peace with it, and his favorite part of the day is easily when his no-strings-attached fuck buddy pushes him down onto the mattress for a round of gentle, vanilla sex beneath the covers. Any part of Obi-Wan he can get, he'll take and not ask for more. That is, until he comes home early from work one night to hear Obi-Wan domming a woman in their living room, and Anakin's confronted with the knowledge that Obi-Wan is giving out parts of himself to people he's certainly never given Anakin. And that's just untenable. Follow Anakin as he tries to convince Obi-Wan to dom him, learns what BDSM even is, does paperwork, comes, gets rope burn, and maybe even gets the love of his life. Yes, in that order.

16. Taste of the Divine by anonymous

The day had seemed never-ending, filled with meeting after meeting and the infinite responsibilities of a wartime High General. Even Obi-Wan’s evening promised the sweet embrace of unrelenting work. Although, duty was the last thing on Obi-Wan’s mind when he laid eyes on what waited for him in his quarters. Or rather, who.

17. the way you bend, the way you break by anonymous

Anakin has a deeply rooted, shameful fantasy of having power taken away from him, by force. Obi-Wan, the ever sedulous and equally incorrigible partner, shares this fantasy and indulges his lover.

18. All Good Things (Come to Those Who Wait) by anonymous

“We’ve finally trained your hole to take all of me. Let’s do the same with your mouth next, shall we?" Anakin learns to trust that his Master knows what he's doing.

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phoeebsbuffay · 2 years

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Imagine you are the twin sister to Luke, daughter of Padmé and Anakin Skywalker, who was raised in Lothal. However, at the age of seven you go through a difficult trauma. Years later you are part of the Ghost crew and Kanan Jarrus is your master. But the moment you meet Darth Vader, something changes in you… as well as in him. Part I

Warnings: the character’s plot is based on Ezra Bridger’s on “Rebels”. References to season two will be seen here. So no Ezra in this story and the reader is a 15 year old—same age as Ezra. Also, no Princess Leia in this universe, sorry.

Warnings 2: teenage angst and drama, but also it’s meant to be a light reading. Lol. Here we go!

Warnings 3: fluffy ending; we don’t work with misery and unhappiness endings here.

***

Intro.

It all begins when the seven year old you is outside playing with a false blaster your father had borrowed you. You like see yourself as a soldier like he is.

“Pew pew pew!” You make the sounds as you aim the toy to the tree, pretending it’s a trooper. Under the watchful gaze of your mother, you play against the wind, free and deprived of concerns. You are dressing comfortable clothes and your hair is tied in a similar fashion of your mother’s.

You turn at her with a smug on your lips.

“See how powerful am I? I just defeated the tree stopper!” You giggle softly.

“You are a very bright child, Y/N.” You are told, which makes you beam. “Come inside, though. It’s going to rain.”

You look up at the skies; they are instantly grey, but to you…these clouds are not only announcing a storm but something worse that might happen. You don’t know what nor why.

But you obey. Once inside, you see that your folks are restless. Your father walks from one side to another and your mother has everything packed.

“Are we going somewhere?” You ask, so innocent. You don’t understand what’s happening, even though you feel the fear from them.

Your mother comes to you and makes sure you wear your backpack. There is sadness in your eyes.

“I wish I could tell you the truth about all of this, Y/N. But there is no time. I’m sorry.” She strokes your cheek gently.

You hear the sound of thunder and a chill runs over your spine. You too are scared.

“Mommy…”

Before you know, she grabs your hand and runs with you and your father, who’s leading the way. The three of you try running from storms troopers who, out of blue, are being chased. You start to cry.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. We failed you.” She separates ways from her husband. “We love you. Never forget that. Now run! Run!”

You do as ordered, but when you turn your head behind, you see the blasters taking their lives away. Had you not been so terrified and prompted to flee, you’d have destroyed the enemy. But there is little time to think or do. You weep as you run under a heavy rain.

Maker knows what will be of you now…

***

Your POV.

Eight years later.

You tie your hair in a bun on top of your head before you move towards the ship where you see there’s a good content which you could make good use. Perhaps if you took that barril of fuel and gave to a contrabandist, you’d get enough credits to buy some new clothes and food.

Here’s my mission.

You are careful to follow the members of that ship. You see at least three of them: a tall guy with brown long hair tied in a ponytail; a girl with colorful hair who is using a Trooper’s helmet and a Lasat whom you’ve never seen before.

I thought they lived in stories.

You shake your head, refusing to access your childhood memories. You need to stay focused so you let this instinct lead you to them—although you interpret it as an easier way to get your things done. You are patient, though, so you take your time.

“All right. It’s almost time…”

You leave your safe position as soon as these three follow different paths. You throw your hood over you face, a master in disguise you’ve become in last years, and move like a ghost amongst the people of your planet.

You are about to get in the ship when a noise startles you. There is some confusion in downtown—which is near to your location—and you are spotted by the girl.

“Hey!” She pushes you out of the ship before you even get a chance to go inside. “What do you think you are doing?! Out!”

Your vision is good, as well as the instincts so natural to you, so you manage to fall out without getting harmed in the process and without taking a shot. But to worsen matters, the guy you’ve seen before is running by your side.

He frowns at you, seeing how the girl with the helmet kicked you off the ship. So many questions, but he is more preoccupied in getting himself safe.

Somehow you end up joining forces with him because the chase involves you too: the stormtroopers don’t seem to make a difference between you and the ponytail guy—looks like you’ve had a bad timing in trying to steal the fuel.

“Who are you?” He asks you, trying to take the vehicle you’ve just stolen and refusing to be kicked out from it. “What were you doing in the ship?”

“Does it matter?” You give a snark response. “Why don’t you let me go? I have nothing to do with your business.”

He laughs at you.

“Looks like you do. The troopers are chasing us.”

There is a fight. One of the kind that leads you to reckless behavior or panic attacks. Today, looks like the second one. You’d throw yourself from the vehicle and see a way to survive as you try to escape the pew pew pew from the troopers.

It’s when the ship comes closer. The guy senses your fear, but he also sees you are strong with the Force.

“Come with me.”

You look at him, amused and distrustful at first.

“What? No way! I don’t know you!”

“You were about to since you tried to steal my ship. Besides what other choice do you have?”

“I… I’ve been on my own long enough to know I can survive without any help.”

“Yeah but unless you’d like to go arrested from here, I don’t see how you are helping your situation.”

You narrow your eyes.

“Fine.”

You don’t ask his name. All you do is trust in him when he tells you to jump into the very same ship where not so long ago you tried to steal.

And that is how you get away with chasing. Again.

***

Vader’s POV.

The silence in his quarters is tense, disturbed as usual is. When their owner is meditating, darkness flows naturally and crudely. There is no a mid term. He is his own company—and his own enemy too.

When his eyes are cast to the sabers that are tied to his sides, Vader can hear his demons coming from hell to torment him. He knows today will not be different.

He usually goes under with the voices, enjoying the torture they make him. Because that is what he deserves—an eternal punishment from the choices he made and all that costed him.

However, as he begins to meditate, he is surprised by an unusual silence. The Force is reaching out for him… and as he shuts his eyes, confusion takes place.

A confusion of scenarios is seen. Vader perceives the moves, the chaos, the despair such input him. To his own surprise, it makes his heart ache. Such a suffocating pain. He can hear the screams. The loneliness, the anger, the fear… All sentiments very familiar to him.

However, when he concentrates… Vader’s arrogance and pride abandon him. He does not know why nor how, but this figure, whom he cannot see but rather feel a strange connection, is in suffering. The more he tries to reach out for this individual, the more he is repelled.

Which results in a great sense of anger and frustration, thus breaking the unusual channel the Force seems to have brought to him.

Whoever this person is, Vader comes to realize that it is imperative the Emperor be kept in ignorance. So that way, he takes a ship and decides to look for whoever is the individual responsible for disturbing him.

“Whoever you are, I’m coming for you.” He mumbles to himself.

***

Your POV.

You wake up suddenly with a chill in your back, restless and anxious all the same for some motive that escapes you. You just feel it.

“Hey Y/N”, you hear Sabine calling you. “Are you all right?”

“Hm, yeah, sure. Did I wake you up? Sorry. I don’t know what’s up.”

You have been with the crew for some months now. It was difficult at first to settle in because of the mutual distrust—you were trying to steal the fuel of their ship after all—-but as you started to joining the rebels in missions against the empire, you began to feel like now you are part of the family.

Sabine is now a good friend of yours and with whom you share a room. Every now and then you and Zeb keep picking at each other, and captain Hera has been the maternal figure you’ve been missing since your parents’s demise.

However, your bond with Kanan Jarrus is spectacularly exceptional. Specially because he’d become your Master Jedi. Yes, he sensed a great force in you and ever since he’s been trying to train you.

So that is why, now that you are more familiar with the Force and the trainings of a Jedi, you feel as if it has been trying to tell you something. But precisely what? You cannot tell.

“No. I was already up, just feeling indisposed about leaving bed.” She and you share a chuckle. “It’s time to make breakfast, then. The day is going to be long.”

She leaves you to your thoughts. You lie back down in bed, eyes closing, trying to concentrate once again what was the chill you got because you are sure this is meaningful.

When you do so, after two or three attempts, you finally get something. The vision that is before your eyes shows you a mix of scenarios: a woman you barely know weeping in the childbirth. A man in deep suffering left in tears in a place surrounded by lava. There is also a boy with sandy hair running, but you don’t see his face.

And finally… you see a masked male breathing mechanically. He seems to stare at you. You gasp and get instantly up. Your heart races. It’s too much for you.

You leave your quarters after changing your clothes, joining the crew for the first meal of the day. You look slightly grumpy and confused, but since it’s how you often appear in the morning, no one notices the difference.

Except Kanan. He decides to wait for a moment to have with you. And when you finish eating, he says:

“Hey, Y/N. Can I have a moment with you?”

You turn instantly at him. You smile at him.

“Yes, Master?”

Kanan sighs.

“I don’t think I am one, kid. But come here, I noticed you are acting strange.” He puts a hand over your shoulder. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I am.” Then you hesitate. But Kanan is patient, he waits for you. “I’ve been having some visions.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what they mean, though I do know they mean something.” And you tell him all about it.

Kanan strokes his beard, looking thoughtful as he’s being told of these enigmatic views. He gives you a long look.

“I think we should try finding a temple Jedi. There are few out there, but if we can find one then perhaps our answers will be there.” But because you look disappointed, he says: “Hey, Y/N. Be patient. Perhaps this is a test for you. Most Jedis must endure these lessons. Now come, it’s time for your training.”

***

Vader’s POV.

His heart is shaken with different emotions as he watches the color of your eyes coming right to his visions. Blue like his. No, he corrects himself, it’s like those of Anakin.

Your hair has the same shade of color that he used to have as a child. The more he sees you, the more he is hit by a sense of desperation. It takes little time before he knows you are alive. His child, his precious child is alive.

Right as he pauses in the middle of space to meditate, Vader is conflicted. He thought you’d been gone and now he understands why he was placed in a foster care, away from his reach.

Obi-Wan was wise.

However, you were supposed to have enjoyed a safer environment with a father and a mother who loved you. But when it comes to his thoughts the realization that he was not the father you needed, he was not there to rock you as a child, to tend your emotional wounds… Vader howls in pain.

What have I done?

To worse all of this, the visions show you running as a young girl from one side to another, hiding, often scared and alone. The more he concentrates, the more he sees with clarity.

When you start to sharp your mind and begin to shield yourself after two years on the run; Vader sees so much of Padmé in you, the braid, the diplomacy when dealing with others, when caring for the victims of the Empire.

An Empire he helped to build.

Vader swallows. But as if the darkness is snapping at him, the visions don’t end there.

A heavy, electrical storm comes to Lothar. Where the people know how to protect themselves, you don’t. You are actually in a spot far from the center when it starts to rain. You are scared, alone in this world. You want to cling onto the anger because of your situation.

However, you are exhausted and lonely. What’s the point of feeling angry? You realize it’s just you and you. The Force seems to calm you without your awareness. You stand and, from wherever you are, you start to run.

“Nothing will stop me now”, Vader hears your thoughts. Your strength is admirable, it reminds him of when he was a child, how he endured the years of slavery. He sees himself in you, though you are definitely a better part of him.

The vision shows you running the faster you can, heart racing loud as a whirlwind seems to chase you. It’s you versus the nature. You are breathless. But you refuse to give up. You begin to get exhausted, and had it not been for an old lady who sees you and helps you out, you’d been swallowed by the growing electric storm.

You won. But your tribulations had just begun…

The vision changes to you nowadays. Vader’s heart breaks when he notices the many years you’ve been by yourself. Not only that but you are not a child anymore, rather a young woman.

He sees how similar you look like Padmé. Your face is no longer chubby, but your blue eyes seem to carry the weight of the world. The shades of your hair have gone darker, you look taller. Vader doesn’t realize his eyes are blurred by tears until they roll down his cheeks.

“I’m coming for you, child. Wherever you are, I am not letting you go this time. Whatever it takes.”

He pilots back to Lothar, aware that there is where you are now.

***

Your POV.

You are at an old Temple Jedi. You look at Kanan in search for answers. But in his eyes he is as puzzled as you.

“Come, Y/N. We are here at long last. How are we going to get inside? Go on and try yourself.”

You hesitate.

“I don’t think I can. The last tests I took a while to succeed.”

Kanan sighs.

“You should have some more faith in you, Y/N. What you lack is discipline. You need to have patience.” He gives you a gentle smile. “Now go on. Do or do not, there is no try.”

You frown, confused.

“How can this be without a try?”

“Master Yoda used to say that…” The Jedi strokes his chin, looking thoughtful. “To be honest, I don’t think I understand much either.”

You chuckle softly before acquiescing. You close your eyes, take a deep breath and after a few attempts, you manage to lift a big rock in a weird shape from a very big size.

“See?” Kanan tells you proudly. “I told you that you could do it.”

You blush.

“Thank you, Master.”

Now the two of you finally step inside. You walk for some minutes before standing before one great door. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so small before.

“By the Maker!” You exclaim suddenly, startling Kanan as your voice echoes.

“What’s it, Y/N?”

You point at two skeletons of Jedi masters sitting right there.

“Ah.” Kanan says. “These were masters who waited for their Padawans who never came back. Now, Y/N, you have to cross that door over there. Can you see it?”

You follow the direction his finger is pointing at. You see an entrance in the form of letter “A” that seems to lead into the unknown. But you are frightened.

“Go on, lass. You can do it.” He encourages you. “Just… don’t do anything you’d do it normally.”

You roll your eyes.

“Very funny, Master.” But you nod at him before proceeding to it.

Your steps are hesitant, but you finally cross the door. You barely do so before the door behind you closes, much to your despair.

“Damn it.”

You question yourself if you can do it. There is darkness ahead you. But you have to be brave. You lift your head and move into the nothingness ahead you. It’s when you finally meet… the Inquisidor.

Not long ago, you and the Ghost crew had come across an Inquisitor who was meant to prosecute the remaining Jedis and destroy them. It wasn’t an entirely surprise that, as part of a rebel cell, he found out the existence of a Jedi amongst your group—your master. The Inquisitor tried to prosecute you constantly, but he never made it. You had come to think he died, but if so what was he doing right before you?

You are about to panic.

***

Vader’s POV.

He finally lands at Lothar. He never considered going to this planet one day. The sand he sees gives him disgust. It reminds him of Tatooine and the mere thought gives the Sith lord nausea.

As Vader does so, removing his mask and lifting his hood, he begins to confabulate a way to approach you. Knowing you are associate to the rebels, and perceiving your Jedi Master is with you, a battle is expected—perhaps.

There is conflict in him, nonetheless. He wishes you no harm, you are his child after all, the very link to Padmé, the daughter he always wanted. That he lost you becomes intolerable to him.

But there is also shame… of who he is, of what he’s become, what he’s done. Would you forgive him for his past, for the path of blood he followed? So many questions make him anxious.

Vader then leaves the ship and moves to an ancient temple Jedi. But for some reason, he does not walk in. No. He waits, he can be patient.

From some distance, his eyes contemplate it with despise and repugnance to the Jedis. So vain, so proud. How better did they think themselves before the Sith?

And yet… Were the Sith any different? His own logic tricks him: you remain kneeling to those above you, when will you be your own master?

A thought that begins to dissipate the dark mists that were once placed in his eyes like a blindfold. Is he starting to see clearly? That he’s been manipulated all along?

The weight of an empire is too heavy for him. It resulted in catastrophic losses, though Vader does not care about others than his own. He closes his eyes, looking for you.

The Force guides him inside the temple. He sees your Master anxiously waiting for you, all the while you are across the door. Your first Jedi trial. It gives him mixed feelings: part of him is proud of your path, you are following in his steps, but… part of him fears what will be of you if you do. He wants to disassociate you from the Jedis.

Yet the question remains: how?

Vader closes his eyes and meditates.

He sees you plagued by the old wound that comes back to haunt you—the fear of abandonment. You are forced to face it as the Inquisitor teases you constantly, and may even imply something about your origins: if you had the Force, how could your parents fail to use it to prevent their deaths?

You try to save your Master, but the Inquisitor manages to kill him, much to your despair and powerlessness. You are then brought to the ship with the crew you are so fond of and they are all pitying you and underestimating you.

However, when the Inquisitor presses you against the wall, you look right into his eyes and say confidently:

“I am not scared of you.”

Something about witnessing this moment makes Vader smile to himself. When he sees you leaving the ancient temple with your master by your side, he hesitates.

And you feel his presence. Vader knows you do. Your eyes seem to find him, the man underneath a vine cape, whose features are omitted by the hood. The male sees you furrowing your brows, confused and alert at the same time.

However, by the time you try to get your Master’s attention, he is gone.

***

Your POV.

“I finally have a saber to myself.” You tell your friends after you spent three hours using the crystal you found at the ancient jedi temple to forge a new lightsaber.

“Now she will not stop talking about it all day.” Sabine sighs.

“Oh please, shut up. You are just jealous.” You smirk at her.

“Well this looks good, Y/N.” Kanan tells you with a hint of pride that makes you beam. “Nice work. Now, let us put it to use, shall we?”

After some trouble in the planet Y/C with two new inquisitors, you are now in the air again. Hera is piloting it in the atmosphere of Hoth, and without some mission to be assigned, Kanan decides it’s time to sharp your Jedi skills.

So there you are: Kanan, Sabine, Zeb, C1-10P and you.

“When I say 1…2…3, now go!”

The droid starts throwing things at you and your whole point is to either deviate from the objects or defend yourself from these with your saber. The first attempts are terrible and you are frustrated.

“You are not concentrating enough, Y/N.” Kanan tells you. “Come on, try again.”

“They are not helping.” You frown at Zeb. “Would you PLEASE stop laughing at me?!”

Zeb and Sabine only roar in laughters as you disastrously try to defend yourself from C1-P10’s teasings.

“In the real world there’ll be distractions.” So you are told. “Carry on, Y/N. Put some effort and concentrate.”

You are grumpy and unwilling to obey when a voice comes in the back of your mind: empty your thoughts, little one, and the concentration will be an easier task.

Had you not been under constant attack, you’d wonder where on earth did this voice come from. It is male, but does not strike to any you’ve known. When you see Kanan shaking his head at how helpless you are, you can tell immediately that it’s not his voice.

So whose is?

(To be continue)

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tennessoui · 2 years

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Omg pleasee do “Don’t be fucking rude.” for kuwtsk in honour of the iconic scene from the other keeping up with 🤣🤣🤣 (no one hitting each other with a bag though 😅).

hey hi!! hello!! this IS set in the KUWSK universe (ao3 tag here) in honor of it breaking 800 (!!!!!!!) kudos on ao3 and also yes it's just an iconic line from the Kardashian show lol

so this original draft (no written words just me thinking in my mind and coming up with dialogue and text) had it be a story where one of the twins (10 years old) tells the other twin "don't be fucking rude" and KUWSK obikin freak out and point fingers at each other because well I know for sure I DID NOT teach the child that word so YOU must have taught the child that word!!!

and they go on and on and fight very pettily about who cursed in front of the baby and WHOEVER did it should just ADMIT IT because the more times anakin sleeps on the couch the crankier he gets (obi-wan is allowed the bed because he has a bad back and anakin still loves him even if he taught his kid how to say fuck)

and then it's padmé who said it around them by accident while on a business call.

BUT i JUST wrote a KUWSK fight so even though i love writing them petty and dickish towards each other, this happened instead:

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Obi-Wan is in the kitchen making the twins hot cocoa.

It’s a bit of a complicated process, seeing as how Leia thinks she’s lactose intolerant because her best friend at school is, so now she’ll only drink coconut milk and soy milk. Luke hates coconut milk with a strange sort of passion that only ten year olds who have recently come around to the concept of liking and disliking things can.

Leia is not lactose intolerant, but Anakin figures they should respect her dietary wishes and Obi-Wan agrees.

But they’re out of soy milk. So instead of whisking milk to simmering temperatures in one pot, he’s got one pot on the left eye of the stove and the other on the right eye and two children on both of his legs.

Fuck, the milks look the same.

Which one was the coconut again?

He’d try it himself, but he’s allergic to tree nuts. Surely he put the coconut milk in the pot to his right. Right? That’s the leg that Leia is clinging to, so it makes sense that that would be the decision he made.

Which would mean the left pot would contain the 2% milk that Luke favors.

Right?

Damnit.

With his free hand, he texts Anakin. Anakin love, will you stop at the store and pick up some soy milk?

The response rushes back immediately. My plane literally just landed.

Congratulations! He texts, adding the cocoa powder to both milks before they start to curdle. Now, about that milk…?

Did you even cook dinner? For your starving husband who has toiled away for the last week in order to put bread on the table? Anakin’s fingers must be flying across his keyboard.

I’m sure you did a lot of toiling in the harsh sun and ocean paradise of Scariff.

It was a work trip, Anakin replies. Obi-Wan sniffs. His work trips have never been nicer than a two day stint to Alderaan for a conference, lodgings not included.

Tech companies.

Instead of picking up that thread of bickering, he adds the smallest amount of cinnamon and vanilla. The twins like the Healthy Living brand best, he texts his husband.

Obi-Wan, I’ve been grocery shopping for them for ten years, Anakin texts back. You’ve done it MAYBE ten times.

This is fair criticism. But also, The last time I went you threatened to throw the tomatoes I lovingly chose at my head.

They were bruised! You picked the ones from the bottom of the pile! Why!

This is an age-old argument that Obi-Wan could have in his sleep. I thought the best tomatoes were the ones that weren’t exposed to light!!

THAT’S POTATOES BABY!!!!

“What are you smiling at, Obi?” Leia asks.

“Just your daddy being silly,” he tells her after sending a text that says you forgot the comma, baby.

Anakin sends back a winking emoji and a Sorry,,,,,Professor,,,,,,, and Obi-Wan is in love all over again.

Soy milk, he texts back before pocketing his phone.

Now the most pressing question: would it be better to give the maybe-coconut-milk-maybe-regular to Luke or to Leia? Luke would surely kick up a fuss if he has to taste coconut. Like Leia’s lactose intolerance, a disease that can appaarently be transmitted through close contact, Luke has discovered a new and sudden deadly allergy to tree nuts that matches Obi-Wan’s perfectly.

But Leia will throw up a huge stink as well, if she doesn’t get the coconut milk.

And Anakin is thirty minutes away, probably an hour if he really did just land.

Obi-Wan turns off the flames and strokes his beard thoughtfully. As always when he’s stuck in a situtaion he doesn’t quite know how to solve, he thinks about what the greatest parent he’s ever known would do.

It’s of little help this time. Anakin would probably just point and laugh at him, because his husband’s propensity to be an asshole sometimes outweighs his natural parenting talent.

“Alright, darlings,” he decides. The truth is neither of the children are actually allergic to tree nuts or dairy. If he gets it wrong, he can correct the mistake instantly by just switching the cups. It’ll just be a bit of complaining, but it’s not like anyone’s life is really in danger.

Carefully, he pours both pots into plastic souvenir mugs (the kids are too old to not find sippy cups offensive, but that doesn’t mean Obi-Wan trusts them to not accidentally shatter glass and then cut themselves to death on it by accident). “Who wants whipped cream?”

Leia apparently tolerates the lactose in the whipped cream. “My body is very smart,” she had said primly, when Anakin had pointed out the dairy content of a can of whipped cream to her a few weeks ago.

Obi-Wan thinks it’s because it looks very fun and Luke always requests extra. Luke will request sprinkles if he thinks he’s been good enough to deserve them.

He hasn’t yet figured out that Obi-Wan always gives him sprinkles if he asks. This is probably for the better.

He sets the hopefully coconut milk hot chocolate in front of Leia, whose eyes light up at the bright red mug. Luke is similarly excited for his shockingly pink one, piled high with whipped cream and made with (hopefully) 2% milk.

—---

Obi-Wan is wrong.

An hour and thirteen minutes later, he’s still hearing about it. Not directed at him, of course. The twins know better than to be so openly rude to their Obi, who they know will probably cry about it or stop giving them treats when Anakin is looking away. But that doesn’t mean they haven’t shut up about the pros and cons of coconut milk and cow milk since.

Obi-Wan had even offered to run to the store himself and get soy milk, seeing as how Anakin is taking his sweet time coming home himself. Obi-Wan’s last hope in the entire universe is that their daddy’s arrival home will snap them out of the petty bickering, because Obi-Wan is going to pull out his hair.

He’s moved rooms three times now. They just keep following him.

“Coconut head!” Luke tells Leia. It’s admittedly very rude, but Leia has taken to mooing at him every time he says anything at all, so Obi-Wan doesn’t know who really has the high ground of maturity here.

“Children, please,” Obi-Wan rubs at his forehead. This is all very frustrating, especially because it’s his mistake and he knows Anakin would never have made such a mistake, but Obi-Wan has not been sleeping well. For the first time in years, his bed is too big.

He’s lonely. Anakin has been gone for too long and now he’s going to come back to his old husband near tears as one child probably swears off animal products for good while the other decides to become a carnivore, and—

“Husband! Children! I am home!” Anakin calls from the entryway, and Obi-Wan is not ashamed at all for how fast he rushes to throw his arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Fuck Scariff,” he murmurs fervently into his husband’s neck, pushing him up against the wall by the mirror. “Never do that again.”

Anakin laughs, sounding slightly breathless and smelling of travel, and bends his head down to kiss the only part of Obi-Wan he can reach: his ear. “Need I remind you that you’re the one who led that month-long study abroad?”

“I understand now,” Obi-Wan promises, nuzzling further, closer. “That was stupid of me. The twins are trying to kill me. Will you love me when my hair isn’t red anymore? I’ll be gray-headed by the time they’re sixteen.”

“You’re in luck,” Anakin tells him, pushing him away enough so that he can tuck a loose bit of hair behind his ears worshipfully. “I think the idea of you as a silver fox is really sexy.”

Obi-Wan kisses him. It’s a miracle the twins haven’t interrupted them yet, so while they’re busy, he takes his hello kiss with both hands gripped firmly in Anakin’s traveling coat and his mouth open wide.

“Baby,” Anakin pants when they separate. “Baby, I have to tell you something.”

“What?” Obi-Wan breathes back. Anakin makes him feel so many things. So many twisted, beautiful, wonderful things, that sometimes it’s hard to think straight.

“Baby,” his husband tells him solemnly, pushing him back with one hand so he can bring whatever he’s holding in his right hand up to eye level. “You’re my soy-lmate.”

Obi-Wan blinks at the carton of soy milk in his husband’s hand and then back at Anakin. “Are you late getting home because you stopped and googled soy puns in the parking lot of the grocery store?”

“It was our driveway, but yes. Ab-soy-lutely.”

“I’m never sleeping with you again,” Obi-Wan marvels, taking a step away. “This is the death of all things holy and divine.”

“That’s so sweet, baby, you see heaven when I touch you? And never soy never, I think I’m quite convincing.”

Obi-Wan wants to throttle his husband. “I can’t believe I had good news I wanted to tell you. Too bad we have to get a divorce now.”

Anakin pouts. Obi-Wan wants to kiss it off him because the man is ridiculous but he’s his and he’s going to be his forever. Death do them part, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Anakin says, roping him back into his arms and leaning back against the doorway. “I got you the soy milk. Give me a proper hello.” “In the hallway?” Obi-Wan replies in a murmur. The kids are yelling in the background, and there are noises that should be concerning, the banging of things and loud crashes. But Anakin is here, in his arms. “I expected soy much better from you.”

He can feel Anakin’s grin against the side of his neck when the man buries his face there, arms tightening.

“What’s the good news?” He asks, pressing a single, delicate kiss on his neck. “You’re killing me here, Kenobi.”

“Kenobi-Skywalker,” Obi-Wan corrects absently, running his fingers through the blond curls he loves so dearly, it might just kill him one day. He thinks about the children he loves beyond all words in the other room. He thinks about the papers on the table, the ones sent from the agency, the ones telling them that they’ve been approved for adoption. He thinks about the man in his arms, so trusting and beautiful and perfect. He thinks dying from love isn’t the worst way to go.

“Kenobi-Skywalker,” Anakin repeats worshipfully, like he agrees even though he doesn’t know anything at all about the papers just yet. “Wait—” he tenses and then pulls back, frown marring his face. “Why is our daughter mooing?”

Obi-Wan sighs, reality rushing back into their bubble. He separates them completely and grabs the soy milk from Anakin’s lax hands. “Anakin love, when she’s mooing, she’s your daughter."

#asks #KUWSK #obikin #prompt fill #they're gonna adopt baby rey btw #obi-wan telling anakin was also supposed to be in this + anakin's reaction #but that felt like it would make the ficlet much too long to actually do that justice #obi-wan is going to really struggle when the kids are 13 and rey is in her terrible twos phase #he's going to careen towards that breakdown #but anakin will be there to help him and that's love <3 #also i told myself when i finished this i would go to the store and buy myself bagels so brb #:D

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cosmicanakin · 4 months

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unforgettable christmas.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

outline. anakin plots a surprise for you on christmas eve while you’re out with friends.

contains. fluff, marriage proposal, & anakin being the absolute cutest bf— oops i mean fiancé.

authors note. merry xmas! thought of this while spending the day w family <3

it’s christmas eve and all you want to do is curl up on the couch with anakin to watch holiday movies. but when padmé texts asking to hang out, you can’t say no - it’s been too long since you’ve seen her.

“go have fun with padmé, i’ll be here when you get back,” anakin insists, giving you a quick kiss before you head out. you suspect he’s up to something from the mischievous glint in his eyes but decide not to press it.

padmé takes you all over the busy mall, insisting on stopping in every store. “i want to find the perfect dress for obi-wan and satine’s party tomorrow,” she explains as she rifles through racks of glittery gowns.

next she’s dragging you into the nail salon for a christmas-themed manicure and pedicure set. “my treat!” she says, waving off your protests. you relax into the chair while holiday songs play through the radio, enjoying the pampering.

by the time she’s done shopping, it’s evening and you’re both laden with bags. “thanks for dealing with me today,” padmé says as she drops you off. “merry christmas to you and anakin!”

you wave goodbye, excitement for the cozy night ahead with anakin warming your heart. but when you enter your apartment, all the lights are off. “anakin?” you call out, fumbling for the switch.

as you walk further into the apartment, suddenly the room is filled with the glow of flickering candles, roses strewn everywhere. your breath catches in your throat at the stunning sight. and there in the center is anakin down on one knee, eyes full of adoration and nerves as he holds out a small box.

“(y/n), from the moment i met you i knew you were something special. being with you has made me happier than i ever thought possible,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “you’re my best friend, my other half, the light of my life. will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

tears spill down your cheeks as you nod vigorously, unable to speak. anakin grins, sliding the delicate ring onto your finger before sweeping you into his arms. you cling to each other, sharing sweet kisses filled with promise for your future together.

“how did you do all this without me noticing?” you finally ask through happy sniffles as you admire your sparkling new engagement ring.

anakin chuckles, brushing your hair back tenderly. “padmé’s been helping me plan for weeks. she kept you busy at the mall while i set everything up.”

your heart swells thinking of your dear friend’s role in making this moment so magical. “i’ll have to thank her tomorrow. but right now i just want to appreciate this with you,” you say, curling into anakin’s embrace on the couch.

he hits play on your favorite spotify playlist, warm candlelight dancing across your skin as you exchange lazy kisses. suddenly the future seems even brighter - you can’t wait to spend every christmas and beyond with anakin by your side as husband and wife.

“i love you so much,” he murmurs against your lips, eyes full of promises. you reply in kind, kissing him softly and tracing the lines of his face, already imprinted in your memory but even more beloved now.

later as you both lay curled together amidst the fading candle flames, anakin plays with your engagement ring, pressing gentle kisses to your fingers. “merry christmas, my love. i can’t wait to marry you.”

a contented sigh escapes you as you nuzzle into his chest, overcome by love and joy. outside the december snow falls quietly, but inside your little home is warm and bright, the future stretching out ahead like a wonderful dream. for now everything feels perfect in anakin's secure embrace; you fall asleep dreaming of the day he’ll be your husband.

#﹙ kari writes 𝜗𝜚 ﹚#anakin skywalker #anakin fluff #sw anakin #star wars #anakin angst #star wars x female reader #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin x fem reader #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #star wars x reader #anakin star wars #star wars fluff #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin imagines #anakin skywalker blurb

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ao3feed-obikin · 2 years

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I'm Still Being Introduced to Myself

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42310659 by MusicSoul1982 “Anakin!” Shmi said sharply, “I loved my mother but she is part of the reason we are in the situation that we are in. If she’s planned for this then we wouldn’t be dealing with this. You cannot join the Republic and then decide to not play by their rules. She knew that and so do we. I understand that you are upset and I wish there were something I can do but my hands are tied. I’ve put the word out that we are trying to find you a match.” Shmi put her hand on Anakin’s arm with a sigh, “I’m sorry, Ani. I wish there was something that I could do but you must do your duty to your people. They are important -more important than whether or not you wish to marry- and I cannot leave them bereft. It wouldn’t be right and I know that you know that.” Anakin pulled away from her, letting his arms drop to his side, “Ahkai married for love and so did you. Now you leave me to do the duties that you said you yourself should have done. Please tell me how that’s fair.” Prince Anakin has been betrothed to King Kenobi in a political marriage that can hopefully save his planet but King Kenobi is old and Anakin will never be attracted to him...until he is. Words: 5437, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker, Cliegg Lars, Mace Windu, Padmé Amidala Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Alternate Universe, King Obi-Wan Kenobi, Prince Anakin Skywalker, Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Anakin has to Seduce His Husband, They Both See Other People, When They Think They Can't Be in Love, Political Marriage read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42310659

#IFTTT #Obikin #AO3feed #Star Wars

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dexters-bluemilkshakes · 3 years

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i made “the 501st go to target” and “the disaster lineage goes to target” and now i give you: The Clone Wars Squad ™️ (+Satine) Goes To Target

the squad, in my eyes, is anakin, ahsoka, obi wan, rex, cody and sometimes padme (depending on the situation).

anakin: as soon as everyone disperses he immediately finds padme and they either find a corner or they leave the store altogether. anakin thinks he’s being super sneaky about it; he’s singing the Space Mission Impossible theme under his breath. Padmé is laughing softly with her husband about how goofy he’s being.

literally every single person saw them. obi-wan just face palmed and decided to mind his own kriffing business.

obi-wan: other than trying to ignore the ulcer padmé and her not-so-secret/husband were giving him, he finally acquired the hair product he keeps coming to target for but can never buy because his Padawans keep tagging along on his shoppig trips. obi-wan adamantly denies using any products and claims that his hair is this amazing when he wakes up, but anakin lived with him for over ten years and the rest aren’t fooled when only one singular strand of hair falls into his face after being beat up by d’nar.

cody: gets a video of obi-wan buying the hair pomade. rex tried and failed to keep his laughter out of the background of the video. to be fair though, so did cody.he buys bulk amounts of different scented candles because it does actually calm his brothers down when they need it. and they always need it.

rex: walked around with cody. cody ranted about being Marshall commander and commander of the 212th. rex ranted about being the captian of the 501 cough cough how much he loves fives but how much his ulcer Does Not. it wasn’t a competition but rex somehow won, anyway.

they agree that they their disaster brothers, though.

at that moment jesse sent a video of his bunk covered in sparkles and him cursing at hardcase. cody placed a hand on rex’s shoulder and bought the cleaning supplies with his own credits. the vein in rex’s temple was very close to bursting.

ahsoka: usually, she would be hanging out with anakin or rex but that’s just the problem. her master is a guy, her other master is a guy, her men are all guys. all of her closest friends are. she sometimes gets to hang out with other female padawans like barris but only for like two episodes a few days.

she is in great need of hanging out with other women so she and satine shop together. padmé joins them when she and anakin get back from whatever they were doing. it’s mostly the older women talking about how exhausting their jedi (partners) friends are. ahsoka chimes in with the most chaotic things they’ve ever done and it’s all face palms. the entire time.

ahsoka, with their help, finds a dress that is perfect. Even rex and cody told her she looks beautiful. anakin squealed higher than padmé and satine did when he saw it.

padmé: when she gets home she gives anakin a stern talking to about being an idiot (because ahsoka told her about his dumb antics earlier) which just ends with them cracking up and cuddling. (satine has a similar conversation with obi wan that ends with them fighting and then sitting near each other in comfortable silence on the couch.)

she and anakin had actually just gotten lunch together and when they came back they picked out an outfit for each other, which they wore when they got home. anakin looked fabulous, and padmé was in a dress that she never would have picked out herself but she was pleasantly surprised to find she loved it anyway. it was baby blue with off the shoulder sleeves that ended by her wrist. the sleeves themselves were sheer. when she spun around anakin said she looked like a princess. she wore it to her next casual outing.

satine: didnt buy anything. there wasn’t anything the needed. being the duchess of a planet means household items are not your concern to restock, and none of the clothes were her style.

she enjoyed hanging out with padme and ahsoka. she enjoyed joking about the boys even more.

she was sad she missed the chance to see obi in the store, but he found her later that night at her apartment. when they were sitting on the couch, they held hands for a second. gasp

she smiled as she fell asleep

it was a good day.

#blue rambles #star wars headcannon #star wars #the clone wars #anakin #ahsoka #obi wan #cody #rex #satine #padme #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #captain rex #satine kryze #padme amidala

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 3 years

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Sarge did you just accidentally hit on "Han Solo Cucks Darth Vader" because that is somehow WORSE than what I'm already losing my mind over

but like they would be SO into each other! because Han Solo is all “I’m a badass” but in actuality he’s a giant teddybear. Padmé is smol and fighty and that is Han’s JAM, you know? He’s a himbo, and Padmé attracts himbos like nobody’s business.

idk how Han time travels but whatever we’re just going with it

They either meet when Padmé’s doing her piracy committee thing, or he winds up being her pilot after some senatorial shenanigans where she almost gets killed AGAIN, and Han watches as she negotiates a space treaty with the person who hired the assassin and Han’s very concerned that she’s not more upset about the almost being killed thing. Look, lady, why are you so unconcerned about dying?

And she responds with, “well, why are you so concerned about me dying?”

Han is BLUSHING and STAMMERING and getting kind of angry because she’s the only politician he likes, okay? because she’s actually trying to make a difference so her dying would be a BAD thing and then SHE SMILES AT HIM AND HE’S DONE, IT’S OVER, STICK A FORK IN HIM

Han shooting from around a corner to provide cover while Padmé hacks into a security panel is something that happens more than it should. They banter all the time and every one of their friends and coworkers is CONSTANTLY EYEROLLING ABOUT IT, you two are insufferable, please for the love of Force just have sex so we don’t have to listen to you flirting anymore.

EVERY SINGLE overused schmoopy trope happens to them. Only one bed? Prisoners chained together? Trapped in a closet? YES.

They’re the definition of “looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you” (Padme) and “looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” which is a huge problem for Han when Padme finds out because he has a reputation as a badass to maintain, do nOT tell anyone about the litter of orphaned lothcats Han is bottle feeding, DON’T DO IT.

“Han I just saw you buy space ice cream for all of those orphans.”

“STOLE it, I STOLE it, princess.”

“Actually it’s Senator or Your Majesty.”

(and Han is all “ohh?? domme did you say? get on my knees did you say?”)

I cannot STRESS the amount of shenanigans Han gets dragged into. He would be perfectly happy being arm candy trophy husband, thank you VERY much, it’s MUCH nicer than being hunted through time and space by the Hutts, Darling i am BEGGING you to not antagonize the Trade Federation. And then he finds out the trade federation shot first and it is ON.

The Handmaidens love him because of how much he loves Padmé and he joins the current and past Handmaidens on their quarterly holo-chat and drink where they get everyone updated on who wants to kill Padme now and who she has provoked and all the new bullshit she’s gotten herself into and general catching up. Han is just one of the girls, I’m saying. Sometimes when Padme has a speech to give the senate he’ll watch from their quarters and do this running commentary which the handmaidens LOVE, he’s HILARIOUS because he’s only got a vague idea of how this government runs.

Han is really ridiculously good at knowing when Padme and Gang are running the Handmaiden Swap

Also, it brings me great joy to inform you that YES, Chewie and Jar Jar are an item

#phoenixyfriend #star wars #padme amidala #han solo #naboo handmaidens #my stuff

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padme-amitabha · 3 years

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I like the AOTC deleted scenes and Padmé’s bedroom gave me an idea. Padmé and Anakin return to Naboo and before heading to Varykino Padmé wants to see her parents. However her parents aren’t home, they’re out with their nieces, so they go into the house to wait. In her bedroom Anakin reminds her how Sola teased her about Anakin being the first boyfriend she ever brought home and they laugh about it.

They’re lying in Padmé’s bed and she tells him now he’s the only boy to ever be in her bed here and she kisses him. They spend sometime just holding each other end kissing until they hear two girls running around, her parents and nieces are home. They jump out of bed and straighten their clothes, Padmé fixes Anakin hair a little. Anakin points at the window and he indicates that he’s going to jump out it and does.

Padmé goes down to surprise her parents and nieces. Her parents are concerned that she’s here by herself and she explains she isn’t and when they get to the kitchen they all see Anakin in the backyard. (Not sure of the layout of her house so I think it works).

Anakin comes in an greets everyone and Padmé explains she stopped by to see them before going to Varykino. Ruwee invites them to stay for dinner and before Padmé can say anything Anakin accepts the offer.

As the four sit around the dinner table Ryoo and Pooja are in the living room resting, they had a big lunch and aren’t hungry.

“Where’s Sola? I’d hope to see her while I was home,” asked Padmé.

“She and Darred went away for a few days. We’re looking after the girls for them,” said Jobal with a smile on her face.

“Maybe they’ll come back from their getaway with another baby,” added Ruwee with a smile on his face.

“Dad, your worse than Mom,” said Padmé with a shocked look in her face.

“Dear, we have company,” said Jobal looking from her husband to Anakin who was sitting quietly enjoying his meal. A small smile on his face from seeing Padmé shocked by something.

“Pretend I’m not here and discuss whatever you like,” said Anakin. Padmé turned and gave him a quick look.

“We will not. You’re here and we’re happy to have,” said Ruwee. “You’re our guest and someone we’re happy to see. We know how you protect our daughter now and in the past and want you to know you’re always welcome here.”

“Thank you,” said Anakin looking from Ruwee to Jobal. “Thank you.”

“How have you been, Anakin?” asked Jobal. “You haven’t been in too much danger?”

“No more than any other Jedi.” As Anakin said this a small look of concern came over Padmé’s face. “But we get rotated out of combat areas when the situation allows. That’s why I’m accompanying Padmé here.”

“We’re grateful your with her but it mustn’t be to relaxing because you’re guarding her,” said Ruwee.

“There haven’t been any new threats, Dad,” answered Padmé.

“No, there haven’t. I’m here out of caution,” a smile came to Anakin’s face. “Besides I’ve always like visiting Naboo. It’s a very beautiful world and being here is soothing.”

From the living room the sound of stirring children could be heard. Jobal started to get up and Anakin stood up as well. “I’ll watch them so you can talk to Padmé,” and Anakin was out of the room before Jobal and Ruwee could protest.

“Anakin will be fine,” Padme told her mother. “At the Temple the older Padwans have to help with the younger children from time to time. He’s use to dealing with children.”

“Is he fine?” asked Ruwee in a lower voice while touching the right side of his head. Padmé knew her father was referring to the scar by Anakin’s right eye.

“He is,” said Padmé with a relieved look on her face. “There was no damage to his eye.”

Ruwee studied his daughter for a moment. “That’s good to hear.”

“I can’t believe you brought up Sola having a mother baby with Anakin here, Dad,” said Padmé trying to change the subject.

“Perhaps instead of the girls having a new sibling they could have some cousins to play with,” said Jobal.

The three continue to talk while Anakin entertains the girls. Padmé listens as her parents talk about their hope that she’ll make time for herself and not just her duties.

Padmé wonders how much of this Anakin could hear and wondered what the look on his face was. He was probably amused. Finally with her resolve weakening Padmé gives them something. She tells them there is someone. She wants to say it’s Anakin but holds back. They sit in there seats silently as she continues. She tells them that her friend is fighting in the war. She doesn’t know where he is now but he’s safe.

Her parents have so many questions but they restrain themselves. Padmé tells them they’ll learn who he is when the war is over. He has a commitment to fulfill and when that is done he’ll leave his position and she hopes to retire soon after. She hasn’t talked about him because of the threats made against her and that he could be made a target.

Her parents tell her she can always talk to them and that she doesn’t have to carry this burden alone. Padmé offers a few details, he’s tall and caring. When they get to be together he picks her up and spins her around.

Later after dinner Padmé and Anakin have left to go to Varykino and Ruwee and Jobal are in bed still thinking about what Padmé had told them. Jobal is happy but apprehensive because the man is fighting in the war. While Ruwee is lost in thought. Jobal looks over at her husband and asks what’s in his mind and he says “It’s Anakin.”

“Anakin, dear.” Ruwee looked at his wife. “Padmé was talking about Anakin. When she returns home she always has guards unless she’s here with Anakin. Because of his commitment to the Jedi he can’t have a relationship. He’d be thrown out of the Order.”

Jobal couldn’t process what her husband was saying but as she thought about it more. It made sense. “She said he was good with children and Anakin is good with children,” she said out loud.

Ruwee and Jobal sat quietly for a moment and than he took her hand in his and he whispered a small prayer. Jobal nodded and repeated it. It was a prayer to the Naboo gods asking them to watch over their daughter and Anakin.

This is so good!! Every interaction between Anakin and the Naberries is so sweet and wholesome.

#ask #anakin skywaker #naberrie family #anidala

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Title: would you be so kind Ship: obikin Second: Ten years ago, Obi-Wan Kenobi met Anakin Skywalker, a charming young mage from Naboo, but as fate willed, they could not be together. A decade and thousands dead later, Alderaan’s High Court Sorcerer meets a Forger and his excited apprentice. AN: I forgot to post this on tumblr apparently, but here’s the first chapter of my second long WIP I am working on!

Then

The ship was crammed, filled to the brim with people clinging to one another, staring either at the home they’d lost or the home they hoped to be sailing to. Hundreds of ships had left Dromund Kaas already, carrying refugees across the ocean to safer harbors. The tension was high and sharp enough to cut as they sailed away from the doomed country and only relaxed when the pressure of the country’s shields finally left their shoulders.

“An awful sight, isn’t it?”

Anakin startled, instinctually pulled his coat around himself. Were he in a better shape, he would have lashed out immediately, winds, bindings, blood—

But the power flowing through his veins was too constricted, caged like a wild beast. Instead, Anakin just turned to look at the person who’d addressed him. An old woman with snow-white markings and long lekku stared at the dying country just as he had moments before, grief and resignation painting a sorrowful picture. “I never thought I’d leave this place. Did you?”

Wordlessly, Anakin shook his head. No, he certainly hadn’t thought he’d ever leave this place again. He’d been ready to be buried under the ashes of marble altars, not see this new dawn.

“I was born here, married too. All my children were born within the boundaries of this country and perhaps that is the reason they all left,” the woman continued. “I am glad that they weren’t here. If I think about what could have happened to them were they anywhere near the capital… I apologize; I hope you don’t mind my rambling. You looked like you needed company. Are you traveling to Naboo?”

He opened his mouth to reply, to give an affirmation, but stopped. He hadn’t quite thought where he’d go, except as far away from this place as he could. Naboo was certainly an option; Padmé would be glad to see him, he was sure. She’d take him in without asking a single question and defend him against the storms that were sure to come.

But Padmé was his friend and Anakin couldn’t allow her to shoulder his burden.

“No,” Anakin heard himself saying. “I’m not traveling to Naboo.”

“They are quite defenseless right now, yes, you are right. The fact that it’s the first stop of this ship is tempting enough for most to disregard what troubles might find them there.” The woman nodded in understanding. “I’ll be going to Alderaan myself. My eldest lives there, and in a country as strong as that, a tragedy like this can’t strike.”

She turned to look at the remains of Dromund Kaas again. The coastline used to be covered by beautiful large trees; his Master used to tell him how vital they were for its defense.

Now there was nothing but ash and darkness. Even here on the outskirts, where it had taken the longest for the remains of the catastrophe to reach, nobody was safe from it. Dromund Kaas had been in a pitiful state after the last war, which had made it an easy place to hideaway in. Alderaan might be stronger, the blooming center of magical education, but Anakin doubted they’d be able to defend against an attack like this. Nothing could save them from an attack such as this.

But Alderaan’s distance to this cesspit of disease was enough to provide a different kind of security.

Thousands of refugees would search for safety there, and Queen Breha was as cunning as she was kind. No one would be turned away and Anakin could slip in just right with them.

“I’m going to Alderaan as well,” Anakin replied.

The woman looked him over, then she beamed as if she were a young child and not already among the older members of her species.

Her smile was the first Anakin had seen in weeks. “Looks like we’ll be traveling companions then! You must tell me your name, young friend. I’m Raya Tano.”

She held out her hand and Anakin awkwardly shook it with his own left.

“My name is—”

Now

“Anakin Skywalker! Your automaton is ruining my kitchen!”

Sighing, Anakin let the spell sink back into the metal and settle into it. So much for working on his commissions today. A quick glance around the workshop told him that it was not one of his automatons running wild. Artoo was currently charging up and Threepio was keeping himself busy cleaning up. All the other small automatons Anakin crafted when he was bored were either asleep and charging or hurrying around the workshop, washing up the floors and putting away the tools Anakin had been using.

Anakin tugged off his gloves and threw them to a tiny and eager little automaton before picking up his softer everyday gloves. The leather was still quite resistant and had more runes stitched into it than most people dared to weave into one cloth, but they were nowhere near as excellently crafted as his work gloves. The dragonhide gloves were worth a fortune and so they never left his workshop unless Anakin had to. Anakin watched the little automaton put the gloves in their usual compartment until he could hear the click reassuring that the lock was in place. At first, that had only been a measure against thieves as he hadn’t had much to his name, but by now, it was a habit.

And it discouraged Ahsoka from stealing them for her own projects.

Anakin walked out of his workshop and crossed the courtyard to the small cottage he called his home, finding a kitchen in disarray, Raya standing on a chair with a small red automaton attempting to clean the floors.

“Look what a mess it’s making!” Raya said accusingly. “Instead of polishing my floors, it’s dirtying them!”

“I can see that,” Anakin hummed. He waited until the small automaton had reached his feet, then he bent down and pressed his hand flat on its small back, stopping it. Ahsoka’s handiwork was getting better; this little guy had kept moving for a while despite her absence. Anakin had no idea what the formal apprenticeship for forgers entailed, when they ought to hit what milestone, but he was willing to bet that Ahsoka was years ahead of her peers. Her spells were strong, her rune work fantastic, and very few actual weaknesses were left to explore in her automatons.

But Anakin was still a Master and Ahsoka only an Apprentice. Her work was not yet good enough to keep out foreign interference. Without much thought, he deactivated the automaton completely.

“This was your granddaughter’s handiwork,” Anakin commented. “She’s improving in leaps and bounds.”

Raya huffed and stepped from her chair. “I’m glad to hear that, but weren’t you meant to teach her control?”

“I am,” Anakin said, the argument an old and fond one. They returned to it frequently, mostly to annoy the young Apprentice. “And were she still as much of a mess as three years ago, she hardly would be able to craft such a fine automaton. Can’t do anything about her manners.”

Especially since she’d become a teenager. Anakin didn’t remember being as much of a pain as Ahsoka could be.

“And here I was thinking Masters were supposed to teach their Apprentices a medium of decorum.”

Anakin snorted. “Yeah, well, that’s what she has you for, doesn’t she?”

Raya’s expression softened. “That she does.”

Anakin sometimes wondered how Raya managed to stay so kind and calm when the world had taken so much from her. Her husband, country, her children— and yet she still stood straight, caring for the fellow traveler she’d never allowed to leave and the granddaughter that had been dumped on her with just a warning for Ahsoka’s generally explosive tendencies.

“Where is Ahsoka anyway?” Anakin asked, looking around the kitchen as if she would jump out in the open any moment. “I sent her on an errand earlier this morning, but she hasn’t returned yet.”

Unfortunately, Raya couldn’t tell him either. “I have no idea where that girl is running around—”

“Anakin!”

Speak of the dark and it shall appear. The door was thrown open and Ahsoka rushed inside, tracking even more dirt all over the floor, causing Raya to throw up her arms in defeat in a way Anakin knew meant Ahsoka would be left with all her favorite chores for the next week.

“Welcome back, Ahsoka,” Anakin said. “You’re late.”

“Yes, yes,” Ahsoka replied and rolled her eyes, obviously disinterested in what he had to say. “I got all you asked for and ordered the new metals, but look at this!”

Ahsoka raised her hand, revealing a ripped-off poster. It was tasteful in design, fine cursive writing on light blues, gold ornaments in the corners and, of course, the royal crest right in the middle of it.

Her Majesty the Queen of the Kingdom of Alderaan, Breha Organa, invites all Alderaani Practitioners of the Mythic Arts to attend the festivities in the capital of Aldera—

“Absolutely not,” Anakin said before he could even read the rest of the text. “We’re not going to Aldera to some festival.”

“Why not?” Ahsoka shot back. “It’s no summit, but it would at least be something.”

Her bitterness did not go unnoticed. Ahsoka had begged for months to attend this year’s summit. Every five, all magic practitioners gathered on Tython to exchange notes on their craft and pretend they were not also discussing the politics of their respective countries, forging alliances and the like. Anakin hadn’t been to the last summit, it having been just after Dromund Kaas, and the one before were tainted by the memories that followed, no matter how sweet the time had been. Ahsoka, of course, had begged to attend this year’s one, but it would only be foolish and reckless. He couldn’t just walk into the biggest gathering of mages in the whole continent and expect to get out of it without anyone realizing who he was, asking questions, concluding what he’d done.

Anakin had too much to hide, too much to lose, and he wasn’t going to risk his little Apprentice for it.

Not that Ahsoka knew any of that and wasn’t in the least satisfied with Anakin’s reply and immediately made her displeasure known.

“What would you even want to see there?” Anakin asked, trying to downplay how entertaining such an event was. “It’ll just be all the posh court sorcerers showing off with their fancy focusing crystals. It’s utterly boring and uncreative.”

“Like you wouldn’t use a focusing crystal if you had one,” Ahsoka muttered, arms crossed. “It’s just— there’s nobody else around here who can do magic. And all you ever do is work on machines.”

“Which requires a lot of concentration as it’s not just the manipulation of one aspect, but—”

“—but many, yes, yes, I know the speech,” Ahsoka said and dutifully listed all elements that went into their craft. There was a reason why not many forgers existed. Most mages lacked the talent, patience, and education to learn this craft, or were just plain afraid that they’d permanently damage their ability to use magic at all.

And with the speed technology was evolving and magic weaponized to terrifying new heights, not too many people still had use for forgers. Where two-hundred-years ago, you wouldn’t have gone out to hunt a dragon with a simple sword, but only with one crafted by a Master forger, nowadays you didn’t necessarily need one. Battle magic was on the rise again, especially with more and more countries growing uneasy, peace treaties falling apart. Combined with the threats from the northern continents, it was no wonder people cared less and less about expensive forgers when they could mass-produce and enchant simpler items.

“I just hoped you’d allow at least this,” Ahsoka finished. Her shoulders dropped. “Should have known better. I’ll go finish my readings.”

Ahsoka turned around, her shoulders still hanging, her head low.

Damn it.

Anakin knew that she was doing it on purpose. His Apprentice was cunning and had learned how to play into his every weakness. Slowly she marched into the direction of the door, dragging her feet behind her for effect and dramatics.

Raya raised a brow at him. She usually stayed out of Ahsoka’s tutelage, knowing next to nothing about magic herself, but even with his past being little more than a mystery to her, she could read him better than anyone else.

“Urgh, fine,” Anakin heard himself say. “Fine, we can go to the festival.”

Ahsoka turned around quicker than light and jumped up. “Yes!”

“But that means you’re not going to bring up the summit again!”

“Yes! Of course!” A moment later, Anakin had an armful of an apprentice. “Thank you so much, Master, you’re the best!”

Once she let go of him, she went to hug Raya and hug even her dirty automaton to her chest, still radiating happiness. “I need to go pack my bags immediately!”

“The festival is not for another week—”

Ahsoka obviously didn’t care. So caught up in her joy, she rushed upstairs, heading to her room to start packing. It shouldn’t surprise Anakin that she was so motivated. Ahsoka was a person who thrived on interaction, being surrounded by other people. While the people of their village were friendly, none of them were mages or even just sensitive to magic. It was one of the reasons Anakin had decided to stay without too much fight. But growing up so far removed from other mages had made Ahsoka twice as curious to meet others.

The thought made his stomach churn. He’d have to give Ahsoka formal lessons about their trade now, just if somebody asked questions that were too pointed. She’d also need a bit of the know-how on how you usually interacted with other mages and which pretentious bastards to call sorcerers before they threw a hissy fit. All these capital folks were much too sensitive about terminology after all. Anakin had never bothered to tell her the differences before, but Ahsoka would kill him if she accidentally embarrassed herself because he hadn’t seen it fit to instruct her properly. Forget teaching Ahsoka how to improve her automaton, the next week would be full of etiquette lessons. Skies, there’d be people trying to steal their spellwork too. Had he even mentioned that kind of theft before? Anakin honestly couldn’t recall.

“Already regretting it?” Raya asked, her voice just a touch amused.

“Just a bit,” Anakin replied.

“It’ll be good for her,” Raya said, convinced and confident enough for the both of them. “And good for you as well. I’ve known you for years now and you’ve never even brought a friend over. I’m not going to be young forever, you know. I do expect to be introduced to your future spouse at some point.”

“And this is my cue to go packing as well,” Anakin announced and followed Ahsoka up the stairs with Raya’s laughter following him.

He had no intention of being with anyone, ever, unless he could find glamours that held up even when majorly distracted. On his way up the stairs, Anakin caught a look of himself in the window, saw black vines curling around his neck, inviting someone to take a closer look.

It was better this way.

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Fallen Star: Chapter 11

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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 wins the final battle of the Clone Wars. Padme makes a choice. A new Sith is born.

A/N: I explain my reasonings on the AO3 chapter if you have any questions about decisions or choices that are a bit different from fandom norms.

See you guys next week!

Padmé practically ran up the steps to the temple two at a time as she left her speeder. She had to tell somebody, anybody, what she knew. They'd be able to help, to take care of Palpatine. They'd be able to stop the Sith and save the Republic.

Possibly, they'd be able to stop her.

"Padmé, you're just in time. Obi-Wan has just defeated General Grievous. We're on our way to notify the–" She heard Master Windu's voice, but was unable to stop herself from crashing into the other Jedi. "Padmé, are you alright?"

"I know who the Sith Lord is." She looked up at him, and perhaps he sensed how great her fear was, as Master Windu kept a calm expression despite the sudden surprise she sensed coming from her. He wanted her to remain calm.

Given how little sleep she had and how overwhelmed she felt, she needed calm herself. "You know who the Sith is?"

Padmé took a deep breath. "Chancellor Palpatine is the Sith Lord the council has been looking for." She tried to steady herself. "He told me, he...he wanted me to join him." She felt sick, sick that she had considered a dark lord of the Sith her friend.

Sick that she was still considering his offer despite everything he was doing, was saying.

"He's the one behind the whole war, he's the one behind everything."

"The Chancellor…" Master Windu put a hand on her shoulder after a moment of thought. "I understand, and I thank you for coming forth with this information. I'll assemble a team to take care of him."

"Let me come with you." She could hear the desperation in her voice, which meant Master Windu could too. "Please, I have to go."

"What you need is rest." He gave her a kind look. "Padmé, you've been through a lot in the past few days, more than most would be able to handle, but you are not infallible. There is much confusion and fear in you, and going to confront Chancellor Palpatine would not be in your best interest. You've done the hard part, the council can handle the rest."

She tried to protest, but before she could get out another word, Master Windu had sat her down. "Meditate, find your balance Knight Naberrie. You're afraid, and rightly so, but we don't need you afraid. If you fight him as you are now, you'll be careless. It will cost you."

She nodded, trying to process. "What happens now?"

"Now, we capture the Sith, and ensure that he can't do anymore harm than he already has." He smiled. "You have done a great deal for the Galaxy, let us take it from here."

And with that, Padmé was alone once more, still desperate to process what was going on. She knew with the room to herself, it would be the perfect moment to meditate, but her mind kept flashing back to her conversation with Palpatine, and to her nightmares.

She needed to take the time to rest, to collect herself, to find some kind of peace, but she couldn't. Even as she tried to use the Force to steady her nerves, she found herself overwhelmed by her fear. What would happen to Luke and Leia? To Anakin? What would happen to Palpatine?

No, she had to stop worrying about Palpatine, that wasn't her concern. He wasn't her concern. He was evil, he was a Sith Lord.

He was the key to saving her husband, her children.

She stepped over to the window, trying to take a deep breath to steady herself.

She needed Anakin.

-x-

When Padmé arrived at the apartment that she considered home, she saw Anakin holding Luke and Leia, cooing as they looked at him with confusion, likely only feeling him through the Force. He looked up, sensing her as he held his children. "Padmé?"

"Anakin!" He set the twins down and ran to her, catching her as she crashed into his arms. She buried her face in his shoulders, as though she could hide from everything she feared.

They pulled apart. "Are you alright? You're trembling."

She shook her head. Alright was about the state she was furthest from at the moment as she buried her face in his shoulder once more, as though she could hide from everything that was about to happen. "No, I'm...I'm scared Ani."

"Of what?" Anakin held her tightly.

"Everything." She shook her head, her mouth opening before shutting, as though she couldn't voice her thoughts aloud. "I…"

"Padmé if this is about your dreams–"

She shook her head. It was and it wasn't and Anakin didn't need to know that. Not right now. "Things...something terrible is happening, and I...I don't…"

"Slow down, what's going on." At that moment, probably sensing her fear, Luke and Leia began crying, and Anakin let out a curse. "Help me calm down Luke and Leia, then we can figure this out."

Padmé shook her head. She didn't have time. "I can't, I…" She took a step back. "I'm sorry, I should go. I'm the reason they're upset. I just...I need help. I don't know what to do."

Anakin frowned slightly. The babies were crying in the background and she was such a terrible mother for making them cry and not being able to console them, she knew that. And yet… "Padmé, what's going on?"

"I found a way to save you, and Luke, and Leia. So we won't be separated, and so you won't…" Her voice died. She couldn't say it. "But if I do, it...it might not end well. So much could go wrong, and Ani...I'm so scared." He hugged her tighter, trying to help her stay calm. "If...If it were me at risk, and you were the one having all these dreams…"

"I'd do anything I could to protect you." Anakin kissed the top of her head. "Nothing means more to me than our children, than you."

Padmé knew that wasn't entirely true, though he was willing to leave work on a moment's notice for her, it didn't mean that she was more important to him than his work in the Senate. They'd had dozens of conversations in the past about how bringing an end to this war so they could be together was the most important thing to both of them, but no matter how she chose tonight, that would be what she would do.

For a moment, hearing what Anakin said helped her feel like she wasn't drifting, lost and scared, and she pulled him down to her level and kissed him. It was desperate and needy, but so was she. It was a reassurance and a promise to return, that they'd be okay. That they'd be together. That this was almost over.

Leia's cries caused her to pull away. That was right, both of the babies were still crying. "Are you sure you can't stay and help me settle them down?"

"It's...I don't have the time." There were tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Anakin. I'll be back soon."

He grabbed her arm. "Whatever you're doing, be careful."

"I will be."

Padmé boarded her speeder and then went towards the Chancellor's office. She'd made her choice.

-x-

Things were not going well for Obi-Wan.

After the 212th had shown up to save him (again, Cody was never going to let him hear the end over how many times he'd saved him from Grievous, just like Padmé) Grievous had decided to board a vehicle in an escape attempt and while Obi-Wan was back on the varactyl he'd befriended earlier, he'd dropped his lightsaber in the process and while he was giving chase to the best of his ability, he had no weapon to defeat the general with.

Which was why right now, he was simply trying to survive as he had the varactyl ram into the side of Grievous's strange wheel bike repeatedly to knock him off balance. Grievous responded in turn, though instead of simply ramming into him he started stabbing at him with an electric powered javelin. He ducked out of the way of the first hit before grabbing the javelin on the second hit and pulling it out of Grievous's hand.

Now with a weapon, Obi-Wan attempted to stop the wheel to slow Grievous down. He placed it in front, but found there was no sign of slowing. He attempted again, this time stabbing at Grievous, who followed Obi-Wan's tactic as he grabbed the javelin and pulled, bringing Obi-Wan off the varactyl and onto the bike behind Grievous.

They began wrestling for control, desperately trying to take it and redirect where the wheel was going when it gave a lurch as once more the javelin went into the ground, causing both himself and Grievous to fly out of the vehicle and onto the balcony.

Obi-Wan picked up the javelin, Grievous picked up a blaster he must have had in the vehicle, and for a moment, the two simply stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

Grievous made the first move and fired the blaster at Obi-Wan, who dodged the blast before swiping at the hand holding it with the javelin and knocking the weapon out of Grievous's hand. He stabbed at Grievous's chest plate, then swung the javelin at him repeatedly until he knocked the cyborg onto his back and once more stabbed the javelin. He aimed under the breastplate and gave him a small electric shock, but it wasn't long before Obi-Wan was kicked backwards and off Grievous. He landed on the ground with a grunt. Grievous tossed him into a nearby speeder and pinned Obi-Wan back against the wall.

He needed to get out of the situation quickly, if he was going to stand a chance. Grievous punched, and Obi-Wan ducked before peeling back the armor. It was time to see what powered General Grievous.

He had to admit, he hadn't been expecting a still beating heart underneath all that metal. For a moment, Obi-Wan couldn't help but wonder just what Grievous had gone through that made him more droid than the man he once was. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to wonder for long as Grievous backhanded him, tossing Obi-Wan across the balcony. Stuck on the ground, Obi-Wan was forced to roll as he avoided Grievous's kicks on the floor, desperate for some measure of safety. It didn't last, and Grievous kicked him hard, hard enough to send Obi-Wan flying across the balcony where he peeked his head up above the floor. He looked around. Grievous had the electric javelin now, so that left…

He used the Force to bring the blaster to his hand, and as Grievous went to knock Obi-Wan off the balcony he raised it and fired right into Grievous's heart. Once. Twice. He sent several blaster beams right into the heart of the general, watching as he caught on fire, and an explosion erupted, causing Grievous to fall to the ground.

And Obi-Wan couldn't stop himself from smiling.

At long last, General Grievous was dead.

-x-

The war was finally, finally over.

Sidious sat in his chair, waiting for the moment his apprentice arrived. He'd watched as Padmé fell apart in his office. He'd long since taken her confidence in her ability to make decisions, and now she no longer trusted the Jedi as well. There was, of course, a chance that Anakin would suggest to her the wrong choice, but somehow, that felt unlikely. Sooner or later, she would come, and the final phases of his and his old master's plan would finally be able to begin.

But of course, there was one final nuisance that he had to deal with first, in the form of four Jedi Masters who entered into his office. Sidious turned around in his chair and smiled. "Master Windu. I take it General Grievous has been destroyed then." He had, of course, been hoping for the news that Kenobi had died, making it that much easier to hold onto Padmé with one less tie to the light side holding her back, but if Kenobi lived, it wouldn't be that hard to work around. "I must say you're here sooner than expected."

Windu pulled out his lightsaber, followed by the other three Jedi Masters. "In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic, you're under arrest Chancellor."

So Padmé did tell them. Sidious wasn't surprised. One last act for the light before she joined him. "Are you threatening me, Master Jedi?" For now, it was best to bait the Jedi so they attacked first. He'd need the proof later, for after Padmé kneeled.

"The Senate will decide your fate."

Sidious grabbed his armrest, his grip tightening as he began to channel his anger to prepare for the coming fight. "I am the Senate."

"Not yet."

Sidious, of course, expected this. The Jedi would never accept a Sith Lord as their future emperor. It was a large part of the reason why it was so crucial they were removed from the equation before he declared his empire. "It's treason, then." Sidious brought his lightsaber to his hand and, for the first time in so long, summoned its bright red blade. He jumped after them and swung, and with a few quick strikes, all but one Jedi fell.

He needed Windu alive only for a few moments. Once his apprentice arrived, he would play his part quite well.

-x-

When she finally walked into the Chancellor's office, Padmé wasn't sure what to believe, or what she was seeing. Master Windu had Palpatine backed up into a corner on the window, purple lightsaber out right at his throat. "You're under arrest, my lord."

"Padmé, I warned you of this." Palpatine looked at her desperately, like she was his only hope, and in all likelihood, she was. "I was right, the Jedi are taking over."

"You wanted to bring about a Sith Empire." Master Windu didn't break his glance towards the fallen Sith Lord. "You could never be allowed to win."

Palpatine shook his head. "I'm afraid, Master Jedi, it's you who will lose!" Bright blue lightning erupted from Palpatine's fingertips, flying at Master Windu, who blocked the strike with his lightsaber.

In that moment, it became clear to Padmé that she would be the one who would decide the fate of this encounter, whether to let Palpatine die, or save him from Master Windu. The consequences of her choice here would have galaxy wide repercussions, and it was a choice she didn't want to face. She stood paralyzed, as they argued back and forth. Despite the fact that they were both arguing for her to listen to them, she couldn't process anything of what was said. It was all a background static playing in her ears.

Suddenly the lightning stopped. "Enough of this, your reign ends here."

"Master Windu!" Both turned for a moment. "You have to stop! He's defenseless, you can't kill him like this."

"Padmé, he's a Sith, he needs to be stopped."

"It's not the Jedi way! The Jedi don't kill in cold blood." But she had killed in cold blood, with Dooku, on Palpatine's behalf.

But she already knew she was a terrible Jedi. She'd violated the code for years by marrying Anakin, by loving him.

"There are exceptions." As Windu went to swing his lightsaber down at Palpatine, Padmé closed her eyes.

The Jedi were had their rules, and those rules only applied when it benefited them and nobody else. She'd spent three years hiding a marriage that brought her happiness and life because it went against rules Windu wasn't even following. No Jedi did.

If the Jedi code wasn't what she would live by, then there was only one individual else that she would follow, and Anakin had told her he would do whatever it took to keep his family safe. So, she did. She swung her saber off and cut off Windu's saber arm. "No!"

She watched as the now deformed Palpatine smiled at her decision, despite the fact that he had been pleading for his life, he'd barely registered on her focus once the lightning went away. She watched him stand up and electrocute Windu, causing him to fall out the window and plummet hundreds of thousands of feet down.

There was no surviving that.

Windu had been right, Palpatine had been too dangerous to live. And now, he had. She'd insured it.

She fell to her knees, tears in her eyes. "How could I have just…"

Palpatine walked over to her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You did well, Padmé. Now, it is time to fulfill your destiny, and become my apprentice. Learn to use the dark side of the Force.

"I…" Padmé bowed her head. If she didn't, they were all dead. There was nothing more that could be done. "I will become your apprentice." Her voice sounded dead, even to her. And perhaps she was. She had just…

Palpatine smiled. It wasn't a kind smile as she'd seen for decades, but instead it was cold. "Good."

"Just please...help me protect Anakin and my children...don't let the Jedi take them away."

"Of course, of course. The Jedi won't be a problem, once we finish." She didn't understand what Palpatine meant by that.

She wasn't sure she wanted to.

"I…" Padmé's voice fell for a moment. "I pledge myself to you, to your teachings." She bowed her head, unsure if she could bring herself to look up. Unsure if she wanted to see Palpatine's pride in her fall.

She could see another master of hers expression clear as day, filled with disappointment at the choices she had made..

"A powerful Sith you will become." Sidious's voice caused her to look up, though she was sure she looked as dead as she felt when she met his gaze. "Henceforth, you will be known as Darth Amidala."

Padmé (or was she Amidala?) averted her eyes. "Thank you, master."

"Rise." With no choice, she did as Sidious asked. She had devoted herself to him now. This was the path she had chosen. "My apprentice, as it stands right now, you are the only Jedi I can say with one hundred percent certainty was not involved in this plot." Of course she was, she wasn't a Jedi anymore. "As such, when they learn of what happened here, they will kill us, and the Senators." She nodded. She didn't believe so, but they...they needed a reason to do this, didn't they?

Could she really go through with this? Could she bring herself to kill people like Plo, who mattered to Ahsoka so much? Could she bring herself, if it came down to it, to kill Obi-Wan? "The council will move against the Senate after they failed to take us down here."

"Every single Jedi, including your friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, is now an enemy of the Republic." He didn't wait for her to respond, clearly deciding to let her stay silent as she took that in. "We must move quickly, if they are not all destroyed, then they will bring a new civil war to the galaxy."

"Go to the Jedi Temple. We will catch them unguarded." Sidious nodded to her. "Do what must be done, Lady Amidala. Do not hesitate. Show no mercy." His voice became quieter, after a moment. "Only then will you be strong enough in the dark side to protect your family."

"What about the other Jedi? The ones across the galaxy?" Padmé asked. Ahsoka, Obi-Wan...maybe they could escape, she could just turn a blind eye to them. Nobody had to know.

"Leave them to me." He paused for a moment, as though considering his next point of action. "After the Jedi are taken care of, go to the Mustafar system. There, you will find the Separatist leaders. You know what needs to be done." Of course she did, and it might have been the only task she had been given by Sidious that might have given her an ounce of pleasure. "The Sith shall rule the galaxy, and we shall have...peace."

As she left to ready the 501st for the march on the Temple, she heard Sidious pull out a comm unit to utter three simple words.

"Execute Order 66."

#Star Wars #Anakin Skywalker #Padme Amidala #Obi Wan Kenobi #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Palpatine #Anidala

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day one reveals are here!!! be sure to show all the creators your love!!!

day one reveals twitter thread: here

01. Curious Cultures by lestrvnge

“I know I am not your. . . ideal partner for this mission, but surely you’ve experienced enough that it should not be too off putting, right?”Anakin’s silence made space seem loud.“You will answer me, Anakin Skywalker, or I will have you sent back Coruscant.”“I haven’t,”or Anakin and Obi-Wan have to get married for a mission and Anakin left out a crucial fact

02. The Will of the Desert by kdm103020

Anakin know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan is meant to be his. He just really need the Universe to gets its act together and make it happen.

03. take me out (to the ballgame) by gaily-daily (passionateartist)

Obi-Wan goes to the baseball game against his wishes. He meets a handsome stranger and kisses him. (Not against his wishes)

04. thine cup spillth over by gaily-daily (passionateartist)

Anakin is the son of the Force. The Chosen One. He was born to feed the Force's warriors.

05. Baby Duck Syndrome by zimriya

It is an unexpected shock when it happens because by the time Anakin is born almost all imprints are made, not natural. But Anakin’s master is a Toydarian, and there has never been a successful imprint made between a human and one of them. So as long as Anakin is useful, he does not need to know about imprinting, because it is not something that Watto can do to him, or to his mom.Then the Jedi comes, and Anakin touches his apprentice’s hand.

06. make every last moment last by amadwinter

Anakin dreads the inevitable end of the war. Padmé is his wife, but Obi-Wan is his mate. He shouldn't have either . He can't keep them both forever.The future will be here before he knows it, and Anakin needs to get himself together so he can be a good husband again. So he can learn to be a good father. But he won’t be either of those things tonight. Tonight, there’s only one thing he can be.

07. just grab me and take me by boguspreston, innominatta (acrylicsalt)

His hard cock swung between his legs as he rocked on his fingers, nearly sobbing from how it was almost right. He wanted more – he always wanted more – and this was on the edge of not enough.A hand wrapped around his hip and Anakin startled.“Look at you,” purred Obi-Wan, his other hand grazing down the length of Anakin’s bare arched back, “you couldn’t wait, baby girl?”

08. love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind by RexIsMyCopilot

The lack of Anakin at Obi-Wan's side was telling.Something was wrong.Obi-Wan tried to put the worry out of his head, replaying the previous night over and over. He’d spanked Anakin, but he’d done that plenty of times by now. He had also been rather strict with Anakin, but Anakin liked that. Anakin had told Obi-Wan that much a thousand times by now.Obi-Wan sighed, pushing away the datapad and pinching the bridge of his nose as he often did when he was annoyed at a situation. This time, however, he was annoyed at himself.

09. a vision of your blue eyes, so lovely by innominata (acrylicsalt)

“Let me take care of you,” Obi-Wan soothed.“No, I can’t,” Anakin’s hands ran down his forearms, up his biceps and to his chest where he grabbed desperately onto his shirt.“Why not?” Obi-Wan’s fingers threaded through Anakin’s hair, petting and carding through the short strands. Anakin felt more self conscious than he’d ever felt in his life.What if you hurt me? Was what Anakin wanted to ask. Instead, a sob racked his body and Obi-Wan’s arms went around him easily, like they always were supposed to.Or, what happens after the movie Awake if Anakin met Obi-Wan after his heart transplant.

10. Alpha|Alpha by demon_dean

11. Please, Devour Me? by BlueAreTheStars

GFFA AUObi-Wan and Anakin enjoy a moment alone together in Hyperspace, and Obi-Wan makes a selfish demand. -- “Like a rancor.” “A rancor?” Obi-Wan tugged at the lace with his teeth. “How insulting.”Anakin laughed but there was a tremor to his voice, the realisation that calling his beloved a rancor was probably a little more insulting than how he'd meant it. His legs fell apart even more, the skirts dipping between his thighs and Obi-Wan gripped the lace of one of the stockings in his teeth and tugged, pulling it down and over Anakin’s knee. --

12. Dream a Little Dream (Of You & Me) by ZombieliciousXIII

The 5 times Anakin Skywalker was honest about his desires for his Incubus Master Obi-Wan Kenobi +1 the one time Obi-Wan was honest in return.

13. books and their covers by amadwinter

14. i'd follow you down, down, down by innominatta (acrylicsalt)

He watched as the Separatist ships jumped to hyperspace in a flash of blue. His own men’s ships around him began going back to the Negotiator but Anakin didn’t move. Not yet. He stared into space; the blackness of it, the stars that sparkled.There was nothing around him, and if he didn’t turn his ship around, he couldn’t see the Star Destroyer waiting for him. It was all empty, just like him.Just like their room had been when he woke up.

15. all tied up in knots by Fuinixe, tennessoui, LilRedGhost, Tomicaleto, Saratutti

The only thing that eases the sting of Anakin Skywalker's one-sided love affair with his roommate, Obi-Wan Kenobi, is the fact that they're also friends with benefits which means he gets some part of Obi-Wan at least a few times a week. He's made his peace with it, and his favorite part of the day is easily when his no-strings-attached fuck buddy pushes him down onto the mattress for a round of gentle, vanilla sex beneath the covers. Any part of Obi-Wan he can get, he'll take and not ask for more.That is, until he comes home early from work one night to hear Obi-Wan domming a woman in their living room, and Anakin's confronted with the knowledge that Obi-Wan is giving out parts of himself to people he's certainly never given Anakin.And that's just untenable.Follow Anakin as he tries to convince Obi-Wan to dom him, learns what BDSM even is, does paperwork, comes, gets rope burn, and maybe even gets the love of his life. Yes, in that order.

16. Taste of the Divine by Darkwhisperings

The day had seemed never-ending, filled with meeting after meeting and the infinite responsibilities of a wartime High General. Even Obi-Wan’s evening promised the sweet embrace of unrelenting work.Although, duty was the last thing on Obi-Wan’s mind when he laid eyes on what waited for him in his quarters.Or rather, who.

17. the way you bend, the way you break by Darkwhisperings

Anakin has a deeply rooted, shameful fantasy of having power taken away from him, by force. Obi-Wan, the ever sedulous and equally incorrigible partner, shares this fantasy and indulges his lover.

18. All Good Things (Come to Those Who Wait) by mischeviouschan4 (onyoutoews)

“We’ve finally trained your hole to take all of me. Let’s do the same with your mouth next, shall we?"Anakin learns to trust that his Master knows what he's doing.

#obikin #subanakinfest #sub anakin fest #obikin event #vaderwan #anaobi #obiani

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Star Wars AU Idea

Considering this my late May the Fourth Be With You contribution. I got the idea for this while listening to Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story, so get the tissues ready.

On Mustafar, Padmé manages to turn Anakin back to the Light. She says whatever she needed to say to finally get through to him, and though he is wracked with guilt for what he has already done, he resolves to amend for it by destroying the evil that he has helped take power.

However, Anakin gives his life to remove Darth Sidious from the picture. Padmé is heartbroken, but rather than allow that grief to consume her, she resolves not to waste time on tears. She lives another fifty years.

She heads the legislation to see that the Clones are not held responsible for Order 66 and that their inhibitor chips are removed. She founds program to help them adjust to civilian life. She tracks down every member of the 501st, the men who fought with her husband, who kept him safe and who he kept safe in return. She makes sure that their stories are heard.

She finds Ahsoka, and relies on her heavily. Padmé has two Force-sensitive children on her hands, after all. Luke and Leia call her Auntie Soka. They are never alone, for if Padmé is at a meeting, Ahsoka is the one to come and watch them. She tells them stories of their father, tells that he’s watching over them, that he’ll always be with them in the Force. Luke and Leia never doubt how much they are loved.

Every day, Padmé asks herself what would Anakin be doing if he had nothing to constrain him from helping others. The Republic is rebuilt, and though Mon Mothma of Chandrila is elected Chancellor, Padmé is elected Vice Chair. She becomes the moderator and presiding officer of the Senate. She is the voice of calm and reason. She advocates against slavery and for the rights of the poor and marginalized across the galaxy.

But what she’s proudest of is rebuilding the Jedi Order. She’s no Jedi, but she was married to one. She heard all of his gripings, and yes, some of them were just complaints, but some of them were legitimate issues. Order 66 left only a smattering of Jedi across the galaxy, but she calls, and they answer. Caleb Dume, Cal Kestis, and a few others return to the Temple to find not a death sentence, but the weary yet smiling faces of Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

She represents Anakin in the many meetings that follow. She talks about how repressed he constantly felt, how he struggle with his attachments and felt there was no one to turn to for help. Darth Sidious may have been manipulating Anakin from the moment they met, but much of that manipulation wouldn’t have been successful if the Jedi Order hadn’t made Anakin feel like an outsider. When the Jedi begin to search for Force-sensitive younglings again, Padmé makes sure that those children receive the love they need. And every time, she sees in their eyes that boy from Tatooine who called her an angel.

Padmé dies at the age of seventy-seven. Luke, now the Senator of Naboo, and Leia, now a Jedi Master, are with her. They both have families of their own. Ahsoka is there too, as are a few of her surviving handmaidens. Padmé smiles as she takes her last breath, knowing that she’s built a bright future for the galaxy and ready to see her husband again.

#padme amidala #padme naberrie #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #leia organa #ahsoka tano #501st #star wars #star wars au #may the fourth be with you #hamilton #who lives who dies who tells your story #eliza hamilton

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new au drabble!

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The grand trial of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine concludes after a mere day of deliberation in the Senate Chambers, Senators and Representatives all gathered in the Rotunda to hear its conclusion.

Interim Chancellor Mas Ammeda steps forward to deliver the verdict, and Padmé fights to keep her expression still and neutral.

"The jury," says his even voice, echoing throughout the Senate Chamber. Padmé breathes in sharply. "finds Chancellor Palpatine unequivocally innocent of the charges of treason. This trial is concluded."

What?

But the evidence. . . He'd been caught orchestrating the war. . .

"Impossible," she nearly shouts, letting the word slip out almost unconsciously. Besides her, scattered Senators such as Bail and Mon exclaim in shock as various other Senators cheer. Bail takes an unwilling half-step backwards. Mon sinks into her chair.

"How can this be?" she murmurs to them, unable to keep hold of her calm veneer. "He's guilty of the highest form of treason there could possibly be!"

Had he managed to explain all of the evidence away? Bewitch the jury and gain their trust just as he'd done with Padmé on Naboo so many years ago?

Across the Chamber, she hears the beginnings of a commotion. Her gaze snaps up. It's the Jedi; with weighty glances backwards, they're being escorted out by the Coruscant Guard. She meets Anakin's eyes as they leave. He's turned some shade of pale grey-green; besides him, Obi-wan looks impossibly grave.

So this is how justice dies, she thinks. To the cheers and relief of the powerful.

How could she have ever had faith in this despicable Senate body?

How could any citizen?

I don't think the system works, Anakin had said all that time ago. Years ago, she'd laughed at him. Now the shame burns her from the inside out.

Across the Chamber, Palpatine gingerly stands up and gives the Senate what passes for a respectful bow of the head. He hadn't been restrained for the trial; he hadn't even been removed from his position in the Chancellor's pod, in the very center of the whole proceedings.

He meets her eye and smiles.

Two days later, Padmé received news that's somehow even worse.

Jedi General Anakin Skywalker had been killed in a freak accident in the Jedi Temple. His Master, General Obi-wan Kenobi, is in a possibly fatal coma in the Healing Halls.

She wants to scream.

She settles for incoherent sobs.

She knows it was Palpatine's doing; of course it was Palpatine's doing. Of course the second he'd been let free, he'd take any steps necessary to eliminate his threats. And with what Anakin and Obi-wan had discovered about him, they'd have been the greatest threat of all. It seems there's nothing the man can't get away with now.

Who will be next, she wonders, now that the man's power has truly been allowed to run uninhibited? Will it be more Jedi, more clones? Will it be political opposition? Will it be her?

Her husband is dead.

Her Republic is dead.

She's going to kill him. To hell with democracy, to hell with letting justice run its own course. She's going to kill him and she is going to delight in the fear in his eyes.

"Sabé," she says over holocall that night. "I need your help."

"I need to plan an assassination."

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A Padmé Oneshot

She wasn't sure what had changed. It was a sudden shift, as if someone had flipped a switch. Perhaps the stress of the war was finally disintegrating her hope that it would ever end. And more importantly, that the Republic would win.

But why should that happen now? It had been the quietest week she had had in so long, and the time she had taken for herself was more needed than she had realized. So why were minor inconveniences nearly causing panic attacks? When had Padmé Amidala lost her strength?

She sat on a hardened clay ledge, looking up into the sun and trying to hold back tears. It isn't really your fault, Padmé reminded herself, Dormé should have indicated which clearance passes to bring. But she couldn't help feeling like Captain Typho blamed her for not having the passes she needed.

"Padmé, are you alright?" Senator Bail Organa whispered softly.

Padmé nodded, but tears threatened to spill out of her closed eyelids.

"I am not convinced. But if it is a private matter...I will not intrude."

She took a deep breath, stabilizing her unwanted urge to cry. "It isn't private. Actually, I really don't know what's going on. I'm. bothered that Captain Typho has to go through so much to prove my clearance, but that isn't–" A lump in her throat kept her from finishing.

Bail gently placed a hand on her shoulder with a furrowed brow. "Has something else happened?"

"Nothing that should–" She closed her eyes as a tear slipped down her cheek. "I truly don't know."

Sometimes Breha could be this way around her time of month, Bail knew, but in the few years he had worked with Padmé, he had never known her to display such emotion while in professional mode. "I will do anything I can to help you," he promised.

"Thank you. I trust no other senator as much as you, Bail." She felt a little lighter now; she hoped to be able to keep herself together until–

"Afraid?! I'm the Hero With No Fear!" A small voice yelled defiantly.

Padmé immediately turned her attention to the Pantoran child who appeared to be in some sort of game where he played as the Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. Little did he know how true he was to Anakin's character– He had unintentionally quoted her husband, causing her thoughts to travel to the night before he had left for the Outer Rim...

Anakin slid into bed beside her, pulling the sheets and comforter over their heads. "It's freezing tonight," he complained as he pulled her into his arms.

"And that's why you're holding me? For warmth?" Padmé said as she pushed him away slightly, pretending to be upset.

"Nothing else is as hot as you." His vivid eyes twinkled with mirth.

"Ani, that isn't romantic–"

A series of pecks on the cheek interrupted her, each one a little less gentle than the last. As his lips traveled up her jawline, her eyes closed involuntarily and she held to him tightly. When he at last kissed her lips with even more intensity, she pressed herself against him insistently, able to open her eyes enough to silently ask permission. The moment she lay on him, she felt his excitement as his chest began to rise and fall with increasing speed.

"Padmé..." Anakin breathed, his eyes glowing with passion; she felt it surge through her. She caressed his shoulders, but instead of relieving the tension, it increased as he started to squirm at her touch.

"You want me to stop?" She whispered.

Anakin nodded in response, so she moved on to playing with his hair, but he shook his head chuckling nervously. She kissed the scar on his face, but even this he wordlessly protested.

"Enough of this," she demanded, pinning his wrists above his head as he had often done to her. "You're my prisoner, and you are not allowed to move."

But he did.

"What is going on?" She smiled slyly. "Is Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker afraid of a senator from Naboo?"

That worked. Anakin took on his cockiest grin and matching tone. "Afraid?! I'm the Hero With No Fear?"

"Then don't resist me anymore."

He let out a throaty chuckle. "When have I ever been able to do that?"

It was then she realized he had been playing her all along. He snaked his arms around her when she least expected it, his touch desperate, as if she would disintegrate any second; his kisses so searing and powerful they paralyzed her, a moment he took full advantage of.

She was unable to remember much after that, until the next morning when he departed–

Hot tears were flowing freely now; Padmé quickly made her way to the public refresher a few steps away...too quickly.

Her head buzzed and her vision filled with spots. Once inside, she leaned against the wall for support, still crying uncontrollably. I miss him...what if he never comes back?

It had been eight weeks since she had last seen Anakin; they had no way of contacting each other. How much longer must they wait? She wanted to find whoever sent him on this mission and–

Stars, I'm beginning to sound like him.

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One week later

"Don't you know what this means, Padmé?" Dormé said with a soft smile, tearing up a bit.

Is it not stress? Something in Dormé's eyes said it wasn't. The gentle excitement there...

Oh my stars.

(To be continued)

#padmé amidala #anidala

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thevibraniumveterans · 2 years

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YOU’RE INVITED TO HAN AND LEIA’S WEDDING IN STAR WARS: THE PRINCESS AND THE SCOUNDREL – EXCLUSIVE REVEAL

WE HOPE YOU CAN ATTEND WHEN THE NEW BOOK BY BETH REVIS ARRIVES THIS SUMMER.

By Kristin Baver, Feb 14, 2022

We’ve seen the courtship of Princess Leia unfold on screen. Now, a new book cordially invites fans to attend the wedding of Leia Organa and Han Solo.

This Valentine’s Day, StarWars.com is thrilled to reveal Star Wars: The Princess and the Scoundrel, a new novel from author Beth Revis arriving this summer. Set just after the events of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, the story begins on the forest moon of Endor, where Han proposes in the elation of the rebel victory against the Empire. After a ceremony at the site of the victory celebration at the end of the film, the newlyweds depart for a honeymoon aboard the Halcyon starcruiser, the luxury vessel at the heart of the new Star Wars: Galactic Starcruiser experience at Disney World Resort. In their most desperate hour, with the war still raging but the Empire nearing its last gasp, the couple must outwit the Imperial remnants clinging to power.

StarWars.com recently sat down with Revis to talk about her love for Leia, how her husband helped refine the dialogue for Han Solo, and the power of love amid the chaos of a galaxy at war.

StarWars.com: First things first: congratulations on your new book! You’ve written some amazing Star Wars heroines including Padmé, Ahsoka, and Jyn. What was your reaction to learning you would get to write Leia — and fresh off the rebel victory at Endor no less?

Beth Revis: I have often said that my two favorite Star Wars movies are Return of the Jedi and Rogue One. Getting to write Jyn Erso was a dream come true, and my first journey into writing for Star Wars. But Leia has been my hero for as long as I remember — I grew my hair long to be like her, and I even had a brother named Luke! She was my princess when I was a child, and she became my general when I became an adult. I can only hope that I’ve done her justice in this story.

StarWars.com: How did you approach this story?

Beth Revis: The first thing I did was watch all three of the original movies again (how am I lucky enough that this is my job?!). My initial instinct was to focus on Return of the Jedi since this book picks up right after it, but as I dug into the story, I found myself watching The Empire Strikes Back on repeat. The emotional beats of Han and Leia’s relationship start to spin out in Empire — it’s not just the famous “I know,” line, but it’s the way Leia relates how she doesn’t trust Lando and Han responds with seriousness, the way their trust builds, all the moments that lead up to their confession of love. By the time Return of the Jedi picks up the story, Leia’s been left with that confession long enough to get comfortable with the idea of it. It’s one reason why the relationship between the two works — Leia was always going to be someone who had to think about something like love, and Han was always going to be someone who just followed his gut. The time lapse between those two movies helped them both evolve so that they’re on the same page by the time Han is unfrozen.

I took pages and pages of notes on their dialogue, their mannerisms, the subtle ways they interacted. Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford are simply brilliant actors, and they gave me a lot to work with! I wanted this to be a story where the past was still present, but they were moving forward into new territory. It’s an emotional journey — the aftermath of war always is, but so is the new foundling steps of love.

StarWars.com: Of course, there’s plenty of time to explore my favorite scruffy-looking nerf herder. What did you find most challenging about writing Han and Leia as individuals and as a couple?

Beth Revis: I tested every single line of banter out loud as I wrote it! Thankfully, I married my own scruffy-looking nerf herder, so I’d corner him while I was writing and we’d go back and forth with the dialogue to make sure it sounded correct. Bickering is Han and Leia’s love language, after all! I can happily blow up ships in space, but finding the right balance between funny and romantic in their dialogue was perhaps the most difficult thing of the whole book.

For Han, I wanted to make sure the emotion was still true behind his bravado. No one has ever accused Han of being in touch with his feelings, but he’s a smart guy with strong instincts, and he knows what he’s doing, whether that’s kissing a girl or shooting a blaster. So he is aware that his relationship with Leia can never truly be uncomplicated, but he still has enough confidence to think that it’s worth the try.

On the flip side, I needed to ensure that Leia’s leap of faith in her personal life rang true. I’ve always seen her as someone who can lead troops better than her own heart, someone who’s compartmentalized herself for her own survival. Unwinding that became crucial, and I found the most helpful resources for those feelings in the comics, particularly the Star Wars comics that bridged The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, but also in [Marvel’s comic book series] Shattered Empire.

Han had to learn how to build some walls, and Leia had to learn how to tear some down.

StarWars.com: Hope was an important undercurrent in your book Rebel Rising, which explored Jyn Erso’s life before the main events in Rogue One. What are some of the recurring themes readers can expect in this tale?

Beth Revis: One thing that I love about the new movies is that Leia and Han don’t actually end up in the idyllic perfect family life that we like to think of as a “happily ever after.” Instead, they have to work — for decades — to remain in love, and they consistently choose to make that happen. Even if they’re apart, they’re still in love, not because of fate, but because they choose to be. And that’s stunning. That was what I wanted to show about them as a couple — that they had a choice to make, and they chose each other.

It’s a variation of hope, in a way, which is the founding principle of all things Star Wars. The idea that every day, we have a choice. And we just have to continue to choose love and hope. At any point, we can walk away when things get hard. But choosing not to — that’s what real love is about.

StarWars.com: We’ve already seen Han and Leia cleaned up for the Medal of Yavin ceremony. What can you tell us about their wedding as you’ve envisioned it?

Beth Revis: I don’t want to spoil anything as the wedding is possibly my favorite scene of the whole book, but I will say that when Ewoks are involved, nothing ever goes to plan!

In all seriousness, though, what makes the wedding scene my favorite is the ring ceremony. The rings become an important symbol throughout the book — I’m being vague on purpose so I don’t spoil anything, but I think it’s true of all societies, whether they be on Earth or in a galaxy far, far away, that ceremonies become a necessary component of culture. We ascribe value to specific moments, and we bring up importance to symbols from those moments, including wedding rings. A wedding is like a bright star in a person’s life — a fixed point of light. And that’s true for Han and Leia as well.

Star Wars: The Princess and the Scoundrel arrives August 16 and is available for pre-order now.

#star wars #the princess and the scoundrel #han solo and the princess #princess leia #han solo #han x leia #leia x han #new books #coming soon #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #sw anh #sw rotj #announcement #yesss i love this

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