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hayden-christensen · 2 years
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A long time ago, in a country not so far away, I was eight years old, doing my best Darth Vader imitation. 
@pscentral​ event 06: favourite characters/performers ↳ HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER/DARTH VADER in STAR WARS
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maddy-ferguson · 1 year
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i feel like you guys don't know how much i love star wars. i watched the movies three years ago at age 18 after 18 years of refusing to watch them because a) i didn't want to and b) it made me not like other people but then i watched them because i was bored and i dreamt of it every night for two months straight
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forcemeanakin · 6 months
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Okay so this is a alternate of @hanasnx starlet!reader but with my own little twist because I just love the scenery and the glamour of the shows <3 So I present to you: VSangel!reader x Hayden Christensen (let's ignore the fact that I've been working on some of these scenarios for YEARS now).
This is hella long and nsfw, so beware. 3K.
Previous inspo: Link
BACKGROUND:
Hayden has probably seen you in a big billboard before, maybe an ad on TV, but didn't remember your name. He thought you were hot though. A pretty little thing that was probably out of an old man's league anyway.
You are in your 20's, so you grew up with the Star Wars prequels and without a doubt Anakin Skywalker was your childhood crush. Posters on your walls, watching other movies Hayden was in just to see him. Most of your classmates probably made fun of your Star Wars obsession because you were only into it because of the hot guy in Revenge Of the Sith. How wrong they were!! It was also because of the hot guy in AOTC!
Also you're like a total SW geek, but we'll talk about it later.
THE BEGINING: How did you two meet?
Considering that both of you are from different areas of show business, you had to meet in a common ground. I don't see Hayden going to a fashion show before you (and then that's the only place paparazzi can catch him for sure <3). So after a lot of thought, you two met at an Award show (my mind goes automatically to the Tiff Tribute Awards). Or more specifically, the after party.
I picture Hayden saying hello to a couple of people he knows before heading to the bar and sticking around there, just sipping on his drink and greeting whoever comes along to shake his hand and pat his shoulder.
You already saw him back on the red carpet, making your best effort to not get your drooling face captured by a paparazzi. Your stunning dress and detailed makeup made you look like a million dollars !!!
And he noticed. Fuck, did he notice.
Walking by the bar, after pep talking yourself into talking to him for like half an hour, you pulled up right beside him to order yourself a drink. A cosmo or some shit like that. Very fancy and pretty, like you.
He was hypnotized by you the second he saw you up close. Actually, the second he saw your ass swinging his way.
That was it. You two were done for the moment your gazes crossed.
He made the first move, saying a polite "hey" and offering to call the bartender for you.
You were batting your eyelashes, grazing his biceps with your long nails and giving those "fuck me eyes" that worked every time. Someone so much more mature and wise, you didn't think he would want you for something besides fucking, so why did it matter if you were a bit sluttier than you were used to?
But you started talking and it was an actual good conversation. He seemed interested in getting to know you and his jokes actually made you laugh. He was all smooth with his compliments and subtle stares at your dress.
I feel like he would give you a nickname from the very first night. Something related to your attire or the sparkle of your eyes, accentuated by the glittery eye shadow.
It would be a downright shame to let that amazing chemistry go to waste for a meaningless hookup. Luckily he didn't let that happen.
Like a true gentleman, he walked you to your car, using the back door and called it a night. Not before asking for your number and teasing a goodnight kiss.
The next day, while you were getting ready to shoot a campaign, you receive a text from an unknown number, but you immediately knew who it was.
"Hey, starlight." There's a whole other version of this with them meeting over a smoke break, but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea.
BEFORE AND AFTER YOU:
Okay so let's set some things straight. Hayden's not a public guy. he hates having his private life printed on newspapers and he's not a fan of social media. At all. Heck. he doesn't even like to leave his house on weekends. But after you? He had to get used to it. You're this generation very own Gisele Bündchen. You're everywhere. You're everything. You are the fashion world. So paps are very much included in every moment of your life.
BEFORE GOING PUBLIC:
You tried to keep it hidden as much as you could. It was not very hard with you traveling almost every day and him living in LA, at his new house. And whenever he could, he escaped to his own little paradise in Canada.
So texting was basically everything you could do.
He even learned new lingo just to keep up with you :)
But you both craved more, so the next time you were in LA, you were going to grab dinner.
The damn paps got a few pictures of you and that's when the rumors started.
At first not many people recognized him, mainly because the pictures were taken from behind him, but the curls and the outfit ratted him out to a few observant fans.
But media didn't believe them, I mean, why? And the selected group that decided to run with that narrative used headliners like: "how the fuck did the awkward guy from SW pulled y/n's ass?"
After weeks of trying to be low-key for his sake: going on coffee runs using his caps and sunglasses so people wouldn't recognize you, having dinner dates at his house and/or choosing far away locations to stroll with a bit of privacy; you gave up. Your already public life was catching up with you two. So it was better to ride the wave than to escape it and fail in the process.
BUT BEFORE ABSOLUTELY GOING PUBLIC, I love the idea that interviewers were trying to drag the information out of you. Maybe at a red carpet or at an interview with a digital magazine, people would throw you some questions to see if you bite the bait:
"So, Y/n, who's your favorite SW character?"
And you would grin knowingly but never backing down. Your answer would vary from Obi-Wan Kenobi (to mess with Hayden) or R2 when you felt like sharing some of your SW passion.
But right before you two decide to go full-on public, you decide to mess with them, for your own entertainment: "You know, I do have a soft spot for Darth Vader."
PEOPLE GASPED AT THAT CRUMB OF CONFIRMATION.
GOING PUBLIC:
It was at a red carpet
You two went in separate cars
Hayden walked first, having his picture staken and signing autographs while you barely arrived at the event
The second you entered the carpet the cameras went off on you, total focus on getting pics of your designer dress
You were posing like an absolute goddess, answering some questions with wit, trying to spot your boyfriend with the corner of your eye
Finally you locked eyes and he raised a dubious eyebrow, like saying: "Are we seriously doing this?"
And you gave him a bright beam, stretching your arm to him as he walked to you, taking your hand and kissing the inner side of your forearm before placing it on his shoulder. Fingers dropping to your waist and pulling you to him while you laugh, his mouth lowering to your ear to whisper: "You always get your way, huh?"
You chuckled and kissed his cheek, you two turning to face the cameras, just for a few seconds before moving on.
DATING:
I'll not get into the heavy details of how you two managed to make your relationship work, with your traveling and photoshoots, because fuck that. I'll only say that there was a lot of sexting and he was a fucking natural at it. Mile high club as well.
You two would still try to remain unrecognizable by the paparazzis but more chill this time.
That meant having more pictures of you on your candle lit dinners or your fun Sunday mornings in the park out there.
I JUST KNOW THERE'S A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING IN THE PARK. YOU ON YOUR TIPPY TOES WHILE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND HIS NECK. BIG GRIN ON YOUR FACES, LIKE IT WAS TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE YOUR LIPS MADE CONTACT.
The media would still release some mean headliners but thanks to the dilf culture cultivated in social media, some were actually rooting for you. Oh, and fans were torn between you; hating you because you were clearly fucking him and loving you because since your relationship started, you gave them more Hayden content.
The SW questions were constant in the interviews and talk shows, to the point that you were always brought some type of SW merch: a Grogu plush, a kids lightsaber, a little R2 replica. Whatever it was, it was always pulled whenever the question about you and Hayden was brought up.
You still kept answering "Obi-Wan" with a laugh and no additional information. "He has the high ground." You shrugged your shoulders, shaking your head with a cheeky smile.
Later in bed, when Hayden was giving you your daily dose of healthy cum :))) pounding into you with an admirable expertise, he whispers: "Who has the high ground now, baby?"
CLICHE BUT LET ME HAVE THIS
You never revealed to Hayden that he was your childhood crush, I mean, you could have mentioned it the first night but you didn't want to approach him like a fan. And then you didn't want to look psycho so you just let it be. And now it was too late.
But then
In the middle of an interview, a girl that actually gained your honest trust, asked you the anticipated question:
"How does it feel to date Anakin Skywalker?"
And... (the next bit was written by Indy during a brainstorm and I just wanted to share the exact words <3)
"in the interview you’re visibly nervous, rubbing on your knee, leaning forward, adopting a slackened posture. “yeah..” big grin, “he was actually my childhood crush.” “no!” the interviewer says in awe. “yeah! yeah,” you kinda laugh and cover your mouth. “i didn’t tell him. is that bad?” you put your nail in your teeth to fidget, putting on a little lovable twist to your face"
And then he sees the interview and he shots you an immediate text with the link like: "Oh???"
You know what you'll come home to
He's sitting on his usual chair, reading a book when he hears the door creak. You showed up with a shy smile, his arms opening up to let you crawl on his lap. Knowing that he'll bring it up, you hide on his neck, blush all over your cheeks. Hayden is caressing your thigh up and down, while he hugs you with his other arm and snorts: “did you keep that from me on purpose?” with a little swat on your ass (Indy, 2023).
THE REACTION OF PEOPLE ON SOCIAL MEDIA AFTER THE INTERVIEW. you cackle at the comments: "Not Y/n admitting she is dating her childhood crush!! She's one of us!!!" “HE WAS NOT” “bro no 😭 i thought she was single” “darth vader. you win again” (Indy, 2023).
Also dragging you to hockey games <333 you start to love the sport because of him but at first you didn't understand shit
He laughed at your reaction when you saw the first fight in the rink
"Do they just... start beating each other up and the ref let them?" You winced exaggeratedly.
"Yup." He laughs, drinking a sip of his beer.
KISS CAM KISS CAM KISS CAM
Also opening the car door for you after a date night, protecting you from the paps???? That's a head canon I'll take from starlet!reader and apply it here because YES YES YES
FASHION SHOWS AND SOCIAL MEDIA
ofc he goes to your fashion shows !!!!! front line baby !!!!!!!! And he is so fucking proud of his beautiful girlfriend.
So motherfucking supportive it hurts.
He comes home and peppers kisses all over your face, praising you for a job well done.
"I would buy all the clothes you sell, baby"
Or if you wore something he particularly liked, he would be desperate to get home and show you just how much he loved your teeny tiny dress on the runway.
He even learned how to dress appropriately to match with your outfits. NEVER LEAVING THE CAPS BEHIND OFC !! But his personal style improved so much, we are proud of him :)
ALSO whenever he is out and spots an ad of yours he takes a picture of it and sends it to you. Maybe with a little heart or smile, or a little text like: "so proud of you baby." Sometimes he takes a selfie with the campaign!!! such a dad selfie, his head tilted back and kind of blurry because he's trying to get the right angle !!!!
also social media with him !!!! again, he doesn't have any active accounts but you do. For his sake, you don't post a lot of things about him, however, some things are too adorable not to share. And fans love you for the little crumbs you give them
A list of photos I think would be posted on this reader's insta stories:
A photo of him in the garden, checking his tomatoes. I KNOW HE HAS TOMATOES
A photo of your shadows during a coffee run. Bonus points if it's Tim Horton's and it has the Canada location tag
A photo of his back while he's making breakfast
A photo of the view from his house. Bonus points if it is from the bathroom window. Extra points if it has any indicators that you two were previously fucking in there, like steamy doors.
A casual photo of you on his couch and you can see the famous chess game
a video of you two watching the prequels and you can hear yourself saying: "omg who's the handsome guy?" when he appears and he laughs.
A photo of you with one of his caps. Bonus points if it's the Toronto Maple Leafs one.
VS FASHION SHOW
OH YES. THE GOOD PART. THE FUN PART.
He never thought he would be in this position. Front line at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. But he is. And he's there to support his girlfriend. Heck, that still sounds funny to him-
You're out there, strutting your gorgeous figure for the world to see: with your six inch heels, your pretty wings and tiny lingerie- You're a fucking dream. His dream.
He's there at the front line with the Proud Boyfriend club, along with Adam Levine (I know but he got us fooled for half a decade) and Caleb from Kings of Leon.
His heart is pounding hard when your face appears in the initial video where they present all of the models walking
The first time you walk, he stands up, cheering loudly and smiling brightly at you. You were opening the show!!!!! how huge!!!
You focus on the cameras and getting the pose right but when you turn, walking on the side he's in, you point at him, even blow him a kiss.
The other two times you walk, because the initial pressure is off, you can focus more on him, and shoot him a playful wink and/or wave at him. He's grateful that you're giving him that attention, now he can brag around with hard evidence. :)
They dressed you up in a very flirty little piece, a pair of panties with a black bow on your rear side. When you get to the end of the runway, you turn around and show it off, maybe even playfully shake a little.
You know you'll pay for it back home
You will also pay for flirting with the music guest in the middle of the runway
I mean, you were not flirting, just doing the regular thing of pointing at them and dancing with them for mere seconds. But the music guest really focused on you and your strut. Maybe you did take advantage of the moment to get him all jealous and get some angry sex out of it
He could understand that part of your job. It didn't mean he liked it. He made sure to send some backhanded comments in the after party to make sure the musical guest got the picture. That you were taken.
It was so fucking hot.
He loved loved loved your police woman outfit, offering to pay for it himself so you could take it with you.
He was a fan of your angelic look with the enormous big, white wings. Almost drowning you in feathers but making you look like a real life angel. You were to him at least :)
You take such cute pictures on the pink carpet <3 he's looking like arm candy, an absolute accessory of yours. And he was happy to do it ! It was your night and he couldn't be any happier to be there with you !
Although the paps did catch him while he was staring at your spilling boobs. But could you blame him? That dress was TIGHT.
Hayden also has a photo of one of your VS campaigns in a giant frame in his office <3 you were so ashamed at first but you secretly loved that he paraded you around like that <33333333
you can catch glimpses of it during online interviews
LAST BIT
You are in a talk show, talking about the VSFS 2025, when the interviewer gets all serious and jumps:
"Last question, Y/n... is it true you and Hayden Christensen are engaged?"
You open your mouth in bewilderment, scoffing loudly.
"Where did you hear that?"
"Rumors are all over the place... but is it true?"
"No! Of course not." You squealed, acting offended before cracking a sly smirk. "We are married." And you show off the rock on your left hand.
PEOPLE GO WILD.
AHHHHHHHH- I could do this forever but I need to shut up :) also let me know if you want more nsfw content about this couple :)
Also some of these are stolen from my hockeyplayer!Anakin Skywalker / hockeyplayer!Hayden Christensen private headcanons. :)
Last pic because this is how I imagine this reader and Hayden backstage:
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ahsoka-in-a-hood · 8 months
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If we are willing to take the parts of previous movies in the trilogy that remain unsaid in following ones into our interpretation of the one we are watching, then the tusken massacre is relevant in RotS. Shmi is not mentioned by name, Anakin's actions are not spoken, but his dreams of Padme's death form a perfect echo of his dreams of Shmi. We can come up with sensible in-universe reasons for the callback, like how maybe Palpatine knew and induced the dreams to trigger Anakin, or perhaps the Force at work, but maybe it's just a fairytale, a parable, a rhyme.
Maybe it's a fun echo because it induces a sense of dread in both the audience and in Anakin. We've seen this before, we know where it leads. But while he's thinking about Padme, we're thinking about what he will do. Well, I am.
Anakin begins RotS as a liar. First, we watch him lie to Obi Wan about why he killed Dooku. The lie comes easily enough, Obi Wan believes it even more easily. Anakin Skywalker, exemplary jedi knight, hero of the hour, follower of the code. He feels uneasy about it though, he says so to Padme. When Obi Wan give his farewell and tells him how proud he is, and how Anakin has grown to be a greater jedi than he, Anakin cannot look him in the eye. It works on it's own, just about, but back to back with AotC it works better.
Of course, a lot of his lies are about Padme. (A lot more sympathetic, but also a far more absurd reason to clam up in a way; we know that the people who love him will still love him if chooses marriage over the Order.) But as he goes to Yoda and begins to tell him about his dreams, he stops himself. He does not tell the whole story. He cannot. We know why, we just watched aotc. Those dreams led to that death which led to that fall. We've seen it all before. He is so afraid.
I don't think it's controversial to say that Anakin's isolation and unwillingness to go to anyone except Palpatine for counsel contributed to his crisis in RotS. Palpatine definitely took advantage of that, and Anakin eschewed several onscreen attempts to get him to just. open up.
His actions in aotc were a foreshadowing of what was to come, but they also began a pattern of behavior of repression and denial and deceit. If he had come forward- if he had faced his actions which genuinely did cause him some horror at the time- he would have faced more immediate consequences. He would have disappointed and horrified Obi Wan (and the other jedi), he would not have been knighted, and he would not have been given positions of authority, at the least. But considering how much damage he did and how much he lost when he committed to the dark side, I would say the consequences of his deceit were far greater in the end.
Something that comes to mind is both the ending of the OT- with the darkside being something he could choose to just… stop doing, and also Yoda saying 'forever will it dominate your destiny'. I can see how they might sound contradictory, but to me they are in harmony- it is a choice, you can walk away, but there are always consequences. If Anakin had been held to account, there would have been immediate consequences, consequences he desperately wanted to avoid, but that wouldn't have been the end of the world for him either, not really. They wouldn't have actually stopped him from ever being okay again. (let's be real, even if Obi Wan were disappointed, he'd still have loved him, and Padme certainly did. ) Anakin didn't commit to the darkside when first he fell, he wanted to go on as he was- he wanted to keep the things he had- and so he could continue to act as a jedi for several years because he chose to act like one for the most part, but he did not fully commit to being a jedi either, and his dishonesty, and his lack of remorse, eventually had consequences for him. And for everyone else.
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littleenglishfangirl · 9 months
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Alive - Chapter 1
Pairing - Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader (use of (y/n) and she/her pronouns, and is described as shorter than Anakin. hair and skintone is omitted)
Warnings - None that I can think of for this chapter
Wordcount - 2,314
A/N - Okay! So I am back. Again. My blog reached its 9 year anniversary the other day and I just felt drawn back to writing again, specifically for Anakin now that my Star Wars obsession is in full force.
This is my first multi-part fic that I have ever planned out, and I am really excited for it! It has been partially inspired by a convo I had with an Anakin character.ai but all the words are my own. The idea is to have around 6 parts, with chapter 3 a lil' smutty (the rest should be for general audiences and you can skip that one without it impacting the story).
We are starting sometime towards the end of AoTC with Anakin and the reader being about 19, but we will age through the chapters to the end of RoTS. Let me know what you guys think ❤️
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Sweat dripped from his brow as he turned his lightsaber off, panting lightly as he reached a hand out to help his sparring partner from the ground, smirking as she reluctantly grabbed it and hauled herself to her feet. 
"Dinner is on you then, (Y/n)," Anakin smiled, watching her readjust her robes a little. She shook her head,
"I hardly think this is fair, you have always had the upper hand on me, it wasn't a fair bet!" she breathed, trying to steady her heart after the long training session. "How about all or nothing?" She tried once more, raising her brow at Anakin, watching him ponder the idea. 
"You think you have a chance?" he teased, instilling a new sense of determination in her. 
"Oh you're dead, Skywalker,' she shook her head, standing back into a defensive stance and reigniting her lightsaber, the cool blue light highlighting her face, sheening with a light layer of sweat. Anakin smirked back, preparing himself before they began to clash blades once again. 
This was a common routine between the two of them. Being the top of their classes, there were few others that could offer them the challenge they did for one another. Anakin still always managed to just about out do (Y/n), however. And it was something he rarely let her forget. This time, however, she was determined to derive him of the satisfaction of yet another win, no matter how many dirty tactics she had to employ. They twisted, standing back to back catching their breath for a moment as they waited to see who would move next. 
"You're getting stronger," Anakin remarked breathlessly. (Y/n) smiled as his voice betrayed just how tired he was becoming. There was always one thing for sure about Anakin, his offensive style was exhausting and, having been sparring on and off for the last hour, he was starting to feel it. 
"And your stamina is the same as always," she heard him chuckle. "But that is never saying much," (Y/n) teased, feeling him tense behind her. The two turned again, sabres clashing once again, Anakin managing to push her back against a pillar. "If you weren't a Jedi, there would be a lot of disappointed girls," (Y/n) bravely taunted, watching as Anakin faltered at her lewd comment, not expecting something like that to come out of one of his closest friends' mouths. She took advantage of his momentary daze to push him back, successfully forcing him to the ground and taking his lightsaber, holding both against his throat as she straddled him, keeping him firmly against the floor. 
They stayed still for a moment, panting, both exhausted while Anakin tried to comprehend how this ended with (Y/n) pressed up so close against him. "I think you can turn those off," he laughed breathily, eyes glancing down to the lightsabers buzzing just below his chin. Still smiling, (Y/n) flicked them off, the adrenaline pumping through her veins preventing her from noticing the tight grip Anakin's hands had on hips as a way of steadying her atop of him. 
The door to the atrium slid open, and Master Kenobi, mid sentence, walked in, stopping in his tracks at the sign of his Padawan flat on his back beneath his classmate. "Am I interrupting something?" he coughed awkwardly, crossing his arms and looking the pair up and down as they quickly stood, both flushing at being caught in such a compromising position. 
"We were just duelling, Master," Anakin, excused, taking his lightsaber back off of (Y/n) and straightening out his robe. 
"Duelling?" Obi-Wan questioned. "And (Y/n) won?"
"You don't have to sound so surprised, Master Kenobi," she said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. "He was distracted, so I took my chance," (Y/n) smirked, side-eyeing Anakin as she did. 
"Hm," Obi-Wan looked between the pair. (Y/n) noticed the slight awkwardness that had settled in the room and coughed awkwardly, 
"I should go wash up for dinner," she bowed her head to Master Kenobi and hurried out of the door, Anakin unable to take his eyes off of her as she left.
"You must keep your emotions in check, young padawan learner," Obi-Wan cautioned Anakin, breaking him from his trance. 
"Wha- I, no master, (Y/n) is a friend, a classm-," Obi-Wan interrupted him.
"It is normal to desire something we cannot have, but as Jedi, we take an oath to not form attachments," he reminds. 
"Yes, master," Anakin sighs, looking at his hands as he toyed with the hilt of his sabre. 
"Now tell me, how did she manage that?" Obi-wan said again with a smile. 
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Anakin found himself wandering the corridors of the temple alone that night after dinner, unable to settle in his quarters as his mind kept wandering to what Obi-Wan had said seeing him with (Y/n). Of course, his master was right. He did need to keep his feelings in check. 
He stopped for a moment, leaning against a pillar and looking out across the city. It never stopped, never slept. It was so unlike his home world. His head ached. More often than not he was angry he had been dragged there. Angry at himself for leaving his mother, angry at the temple, the order…
He found that his time with (Y/n) stopped that, quietened his thoughts for a moment, and made him forget his nightmares for a few hours -- he just felt alive. He knew his attachment was veering on dangerous. What had started as a few odd sparring sessions had turned slowly into longer duels, both trying to push one another, coming closer to one another than ever before, sharing duties in the temple… But when she smiled at him it was like a light had been switched on in his soul and, after the events on Tatooine, after losing his mother, (Y/n) made him feel human again. When she looked at him with that stupid smile, he felt warm inside, he felt like he would do anything and everything for her.
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The pair had shared library duty the next day, a punishment for having bashed full force into Madame Jocasta while chasing one another through the corridors. 
Anakin couldn’t see her at breakfast, however, worrying him that he really had pushed her too far the day before so, by asking a few of the younger padawan girls for directions, he found his way to her quarters, leaning against the door frame as he knocked. 
He heard a sight thud and a curseon the other side as (Y/n) fumbled to get out of bed, acutely aware that she had overslept and missed breakfast. "I'm coming master, I'm sorry I was…" she stopped talking as she threw open the door, clearly having just thrown her robe over her head. "Anakin," she smiled at him lopsidedly, a little confused. 
"You're a little late for breakfast,' Anakin joked, holding up an apple he had snuck out and taking a glance into her room behind her. It was a little messy, but it suited her. "I was wondering where my apprentice had gotten to,' he smiled down at her, enjoying how flustered she looked. 
(Y/n) scoffed, "you are still a padawan yourself, Anakin, even if you are a little in the lead," she mumbled, continuing to look at him, silently questioning why he had knocked on her door, it not occuring to her that she had never told him where it was.
"We have library duty, remember? The race?" he gently reminded her, watching her face fall for a second before she burst into laughter, Anakin following suit. "Come on, we are already late." 
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Library duty was like any other punishment - long, slow, and boring. Placing books back and fetching anything Madame Jocasta asked for, but also sneaking glances at one another when the other wasn’t looking. 
Something had shifted in the fight yesterday, there was a new tension between them that neither wanted to break. It wasn’t that (Y/n) had beaten him - she had done that before on the odd occasion, it was that moment, laying on the ground, where their dynamic changed for good. Or would have, had Obi-Wan not walked in. 
Anakin glanced up as (Y/n) reached up to place a particularly large book back, toppling a little and starting to lose her balance. Instinctively he reached out to her, his hand sliding against the skin of her waist as he steadied her, "woah there," he breathed, noticing just now how close the two of them stood together. His hand was once again lingering on her hip but this time she noticed, how could she not. The shiver that ran down her spine at the touch was electrifying, and she was sure he felt it too. 
She coughed awkwardly as she saw Anakin gazing down at her, something dangerous but oh so alluring swam in his eyes, "I, um, think this shelf needs more books," she said as she pulled away, going to grab others from a pile on the desk, fearing that if she stayed that close to him a moment longer he would hear her heart beat aginst her ribs.  
They continued to work in tandem, but Anakin could sense how tired she was. Her consistent yawning was the first give away, but her uncharacteristic clumsiness only increased. 
"I take it you didn’t sleep well last night?" he probed gently while continuing to work. 
(Y/n) shook her head, "I couldn’t settle my mind," she yawned again.
"Maybe I could help?" he asked gently, "I mean, you can talk about it, if you want?" (Y/n)'s eyes couldn't meet his as she shook her head again, "No, Anakin, thank you though," she quickly added as he deflated a little. "I will probably meditate on it." 
"You go ahead," he offered. He may not have liked library duty, but he would have done anything to help her. "I will finish up here." 
She smiled at him kindly, squeezing his hand quickly as she mouthed a thank you and left for the courtyard, hoping some fresh air and quiet would be enough to help clear her of the thoughts of the night before. 
She sat cross legged beneath the tree, being late in the day the courtyard was empty, quiet, something she rarely found any more. She breathed deeply, a technique Master Yoda had taught her, and tried to clear her mind of thoughts of Anakin and refocus on her role of being a padawan - a padawan who was not supposed to form attachments.
She continued to fail, however, just as she had the night before when her thoughts were somewhat unintentionally dominated by what it would be like to be his and solely his, to be normal people with normal lives not bound to an archaic order, to be happy and not have to apologise for it, to be dominated by him.
A comforting warmth flooded her cheeks as she thought of sparring with him, his strength, his care, his skill, his jawline, those eyes… Anakin made her feel like she never had before, growing from a close friend to something much more as the two matured together. Losing herself in her thoughts, she didn’t realise that she was accidentally reaching out to him, her force signature invading his mind, her feelings of fondness radiating so that he could feel them too. 
Anakin halted his movements as he was leaving the archives, immediately drawn to the courtyard as opposed to his chambers. Her force signature was the strongest it had ever been and … the happiest it had ever been. But it was mixed with confusion, and a twinge of darkness. Still, he was drawn to her, finding himself standing over her so that his shadow partially blocked the sun that warmed her face. 
"I'm trying to meditate, Anakin," she said, starting to smile, without opening her eyes. 
"I know that, but you are very loud," he retorted. Her eyes slowly opened, taking a moment before she realised what he was saying. She instantly felt herself flush warm, her cheeks heating up.
"A-Anakin, I didn’t mean to, I-" she mumbled, rushing to stand but he shushed her. 
"I didn’t mind," he said, trying to convey that he felt the say without actually admitting it aloud. (Y/n)'s eyes widened, 
"Stop," she tried, "the order, the council, we would…" Anakin placed a finger against her lips to shut her up, looking over his shoulder quickly before pulling her behind a pillar and pushing her back against it, sheltering her with his body as Obi-Wan and Master Yoda appeared in the courtyard, passing through. Anakin watched them for a moment, waiting for them to leave before looking back down at (Y/n), who was yet to take her eyes off of him. He smirked. 
"I know it is against the rules, but they don't have to know," he clasped her hand in his. "The way I feel about you is something I have never experienced before. I couldn't even begin to describe it, but I know you feel the same," he flushes. "I want more. I want to care for you, I want to protect you, regardless of the council. Will you let me?" 
(Y/n) paused for a moment, taking it all in before she hesitantly nodded, almost automatically, squeezing his hand but not trusting her own voice. 
"Can I kiss you?" Anakin breathed, his nose just millimetres away from her own. She didn't respond but leant up to meet him. His lips felt soft against hers, warm and comforting - everything and more than she had imagined late at night after their duelling sessions. There was a chaste clumsiness to it, a sign that neither of them had been privy to someone else's love before, which only made it all the more sweeter. Nevertheless, she could have kissed him for hours, he made it feel like they had kissed every day of their lives, it was like home. Her knees nearly became weak when his hand came up to her jaw, his curled fingers brushing against the bone and lifting her face a little to allow himself better access. 
"We were almost caught," she quietly fretted as they pulled away. 
"I don't regret it," Anakin said surely. 
"No one can know," she insisted, looking at him seriously. "We would lose everything." Reluctantly, Anakin nodded, 
"I know. It will be our secret." He kissed the back of her hand before slowly letting it go, nodding for her to head back inside first so they weren't spotted heading into dinner together. 
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First off, don't watch the Ahsoka show and even if you do, it's immensely anti-Jedi so none of it should be considered worthwhile content in figuring out how relationships work between the Jedi normally, especially since Ahsoka herself doesn't consider herself OR Sabine Jedi (she doesn't even WANT Sabine to be a Jedi). The only other Master/Padawan relationship in the Ahsoka show is Baylan and Shin who also don't consider themselves to be Jedi.
Here's the thing with "found family" as a concept. A lot of people like putting people into certain labels and going for a basic nuclear family mom/dad/kids kind of set up. But it does not HAVE to be that way. A "found family" can be a bunch of people who consider each other friends, with no familial feelings at all. It can be literally anything.
Rebels does go for more of a sort-of mom/dad/kids deal, particularly with Kanan, Hera, Sabine, and Ezra. Zeb however lives in a somewhat more nebulous gray area where you COULD see him as a fellow "child" in the dynamic, but he doesn't really care for being considered a child during the episode where he and the other Lasat find Lira San and he's clearly older and more experienced than either Ezra or Sabine, so he could just as easily be considered an "uncle" of sorts if you wanted to, or an older cousin or something maybe.
The other thing to consider with Rebels is that, while the group does include two Jedi, none of these relationships would necessarily be typical representations of how Prequels Jedi relationships would have looked or how they would've thought of each other. Kanan and Ezra's relationships to the rest of Ghost crew is impacted by that difference, especially since Ezra specifically did not grow up in the Temple among other Jedi and spent most of his childhood and early teens in a very different situation. And Kanan, by Rebels, would've spent more time WITHOUT any relationships with other Jedi than he would've had WITH them.
So with all of that in mind, I think that the Jedi's relationships aren't NEARLY as clear cut as people seem to want them to be. They're a family, yes, but they're a family that is 10,000 strong at least. I don't know about you, but I have a hard time keeping like less than 50 members of my family straight, what their names are and who they're related to, much less ten thousand people. I think it's very likely that all Jedi would feel a kinship to fellow Jedi, but that they probably don't personally know every single Jedi. In TCW, Ahsoka seems to need to be introduced to Tera Sinube for the first time when she's 14 years old. So while she might see someone like Plo Koon as a closer parental figure, she's not going to feel the same way about Tera Sinube who she barely knows.
I think any Master/Padawan relationship is going to sort-of vary depending on the individuals involved. Some of them might be quite close, some might be more professional. Some might be pretty close in age and so their dynamic leans closer to friends and siblings than it would parent and child. Others might have a larger age gap and so the dynamic could lead closer to parent/child or even grandparent/grandchild. Some of them might shift over time, too, or have layers of more than one of these dynamics. For example, Anakin calls Obi-Wan "the closest thing he's ever had to a father" in AOTC, but Obi-Wan calls him a brother twice in ROTS. So their relationship may have had shades of both dynamics given the age difference, the relationship dynamic could have shifted over time from a more parent/child relationship to a more sibling relationship, or they each may have seen the relationship slightly differently with Anakin looking more for a parental dynamic while Obi-Wan is perhaps going more for a relationship of equals (at least by ROTS). It could be any of these three things combined, too.
There's a comic where Obi-Wan is asked whether Anakin is his son and Obi-Wan responds that no, Anakin is his Padawan, his student. While this isn't strictly canon, I think it fits quite nicely into my interpretation that the Master/Padawan relationship is its own specific kind of dynamic and while it can be SIMILAR to other kinds of relationships, it is very much its own thing. It's not a static relationship, it's not just the Jedi version of parents and children, it is a distinct relationship that changes and grows with the individuals. There is no 1:1 comparison for all Master/Padawan relationships.
As for Ezra and Jacen, you could apply a similar concept. Kanan, much like Obi-Wan with Anakin, fills a parental role for Ezra, but he's also growing and developing ALONGSIDE Ezra and could be considered a younger brother of sorts, too. Jacen is family to Ezra, but I don't think you HAVE to place a particular label on what that dynamic is, whether they'd consider each other like brothers or whether Ezra would be more of an uncle. And it doesn't even have to specifically be defined by their respective relationships to KANAN, either. Jacen and Ezra might come up with their own dynamic that has nothing to do with how they each feel about Kanan and is specific to their own relationship. I don't think you have to be super specific about saying that because Kanan was Ezra's Master, this automatically makes Ezra basically his son and so Ezra and Jacen should consider themselves like brothers and never have an uncle/nephew dynamic. I think Ezra and Jacen can be whatever you want them to be to each other.
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Anakin Skywalker - Old Friends
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AOTC Anakin x fem reader
angst & fluff
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There he was walking beside Obi-Wan, he was skilled, nice, dedicated, clumsy, quiet, shy when he wasnt in a match. His light hair shimmered in the sunlight coming through the giant windows of the corridor, his tanned honey skin glowing as it always did. His figure was slim, tall, the very definition of lanky but he was fast and agile. The brown robes he wore only complimented his earth toned aura, the bright smile he always had was a sight for sore eyes. You’d known him since you were younglings, immediately taking interest when he first arrived. Over the years of course you’d distanced yourself, Master Windu could be quite strict and he was very cautious when it came to your relationship with the chosen one. Even now as he walked opposite of you in this hallway, your breathing became faint as you tried your hardest to avoid his gaze but-
“Excuse me master- Y/N, I havent spoken to you in ages I-“
“Anakin, well we have been training closely with our respected masters, I can see Obi-Wan has been doing a fine job. I hear nothing but good news for you, I shouldn’t expect anything else from the chosen one should I?” You were formal, something you and Anakin had never been with each other even in front of your masters. Obi-Wan seemed to be put off by your tone, walking a distance away and pretending to fidget with his commlink.
“I suppose so, how have you been since you’ve already heard of our missions.” His voice was quiet, softer than before like he lost the excitement he once held.
“I’m expected to become a knight soon, Master Windu has been testing me with more difficult missions… I hope it pays off.” Your voice trailed off towards the end, it felt wrong to speak to him like this, you’d long closed yourself off from his force connections. This interaction only drove a deeper stake between you two, it broke your heart but it hurt him tenfold. His head dropped, his eyes falling to the tiles beneath his feet.
“I’m sure it will.” With that he walked away, returning to his master’s side without sparring a second glance. You stood there, watching as they disappeared around the corner before the weight of reality fell onto your shoulders. The breath you seemed to be holding was released in a hushed sob, your hand covering your mouth swiftly. Being cold towards the only real friend you had, the only man you’d loved. Nothing could’ve began to fill the void that began to eat away at your very soul. Some nights, before you’d begun your distance, you’d feel each other’s force signatures. Each time either of you reached out it was warm, comfort, safe, because you’d done it a connection was formed. You could feel when he was too stressed, or in trouble, frightened, even sad. That was when you’d reach out, trying to console him. If he was in battle you’d be tense as he fought, too worried about his safety like he couldn’t hold his own. You missed it, yearned for it, but you knew it was for the better, for both of you. Attachments were forbidden and of all people he was the chosen one, he was to bring balance to the force and you wouldn’t live with yourself if he left the order for you.
𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔☽◯☾𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔
A month later you’d been in a match, you tried making peace and taking down the wall you put up. Though it might’ve been useless since you’re sure he had no intention of trying to talk with you after the last interaction. You were getting the upper hand, which is why you couldn’t understand why you felt such rage, and fear. You gone for a strike but you stopped, dropping your saber and falling to the floor. A pain in your arm, so sharp it felt like it’d been cut clean off. You began hyperventilating thinking the padawan you were up against had accidentally severed your arm in the midst of the match. Next thing you knew you were waking up in a meditation room, laying down on the plush floor in the pitch black. At first you thought you were alone but you should’ve known better.
“What was that?” Windu asked sternly, he’d anticipated your answer hoping it wouldn’t be the one he feared. He’d done all that he could do to stop it, Windu had assumed it was long snuffed out.
“What are you speaking of mast-“
“Was it Anakin?”
“The padawan- he must’ve grazed my arm he-“
“You came out unscathed, the padawan on the other hand was a little roughed up. So tell me the truth, has your connection with the chosen one opened again?” You froze, your fingers running over your left arm lightly feeling the soft untouched skin. It was then you’d realized there was no way of getting out of this.
“Master Windu I promise-“
“Anakin and Obi-Wan came in a while after you had that melt down. Anakin happened to return with a missing limb, his left arm to be exact. Luckily he had it replaced with a cybernetic arm and no further damage was retained.” You’d sat up in a panic, breath picking up once more at the news being relayed to you. He’d never been hurt so badly before, he was too good, too quick, how could you let this happen?
“I had no idea that would happen, I’d made sure it was closed off. I’ve been avoiding talking to him, training with him Master you have to believe-“
“I do, Y/N the force works with purpose, it connects all living things which is why we can feel when there is a major loss. I will not tell the council about this because there must be some reason you two are tied so closely.” You finally stood to your feet, too panicked to even try to reach him. You straighten your robes, and grabbed your cloak before looking to your master. He heaved a heavy sigh before nodding, getting into a relaxed position to resume meditating. You on the other hand ran towards the medical ward letting the force guide you to your blonde boy. Coming to a stop your breath slowed, you pulled a curtain back seeing Anakin surrounded by droids adjusting his robotic arm. His body visibly tensed as you stood there just taking in his presence trying to think of something to say.
“Ana-“
“I know you stopped blocking me out… I lnew the second I felt you again. At first I thought maybe it was because you were dreaming about me, but when it never closed off again I knew you did it purposely.” Blue tired eyes bored into your soul, your eyes brimmed with tears at his words. You stepped further into the confined space, closing the curtain behind you before sitting next to him.
“I never wanted to shut you out Ani, master Windu demanded it. After all you being the chosen one, what would we have done if they wanted us out of the order for forming an attachment. When we talked in the corridor that one day I need you to know I felt horrible, I just wanted to ensure our futures as Jedi Knights.” Your voice was faint, it sounded drained and defeated but he just watched you with the softest eyes. He’d known you better than even your master did, Anakin knew you were being entirely truthful.
“Saving the galaxy is meaningless if it means I’d have to live a lifetime without you. Y/N you mean more to me than you could ever know, the day you closed me out you took my heart with you.” His words were true, but you had been set on him falling for senator Amidala. You wanted to swoon, to fall deep into his baby blue eyes and never come up for air. However you are a jealous being, sour at the fact Amidala had been touchy with him. You wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for you tapping into his thoughts every so often when he went on this last mission.
“Why are you thinking about Padame?”
“Why were you thinking about Padame?”
“Are you jealous? Of the senator?”
“I’d thought I was dreaming but I was watching everything happen, in the arena. She was so close to you.” Your cheeks were red, burning with embarrassment and jealousy as you crossed your arms over your chest. Normally you would never admit to feeling this way, especially since your relationship had always been defined as an attachment and nothing more. Truthfully you had no right feeling so territorial over him, but he was your blondie. Padame was nice, personally you had nothing against her, the values she shared were the same as yours. Anakin however is where you drew the line, which she had crossed even if unintentionally.
“So you are jealous, all this time you’ve been the one to stay away from me and now look at you. I don’t want Amidala, she was a target, a job, a mission, nothing more my love.” He stood, the droids returning to their respective stations. Anakin took a few seconds to move his new hand in the way he wanted to. Now he pulled your arms from your chest, holding them gently as he leaned in close.
“Love?”
“My love, you are the only person I could ever want, the only thing in the universe I’d ever ask for. Accept my words for truth darling, feel the honesty in my soul you know I can’t lie to you.” He placed your hands flat against his chest, you felt his heart beat steadily. Most of all you sensed no malice in his force signature, it was the same warm, gentle, comforting feeling, it was home.
Okay this was supposed to be short but i got waaay too into it i mean honestly forbidden love is so awesome i dont CARE! i hope you liked it! heres my masterlist if you wanna check that out!
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phoenixyfriend · 2 years
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HECK my brain has provided a Silly AU
Okay, explanation: Saw a promo photo for AotC. Brain connected some dots. Rotated. Connected other dots. Now I have a weird net.
Background before moving forward: For most modern AUs, the pattern I follow for the disaster lineage main line is:
Feemor and Xanatos were Qui-Gon's mentees (college stuff), not his kids. One ended well. The other did not.
Obi-Wan was the result of a Bad Decision (likely alcohol, but could be a longer relationship). The bio mom is not in the picture, but Qui-Gon's doing his best with this kid.
First marriage was when Obi-Wan was still a toddler, to Tahl. Tahl dies when Obi-Wan is about 15/16. Qui-Gon deals poorly. This involves some ill-advised one-night stands.
About ten years later, one of said one-night stands calls him up with "I meant to be a single mother and not involve you, because all I had was the business card you left, but I've been having some health troubles and I need to know that Anakin has somewhere to go if something happens to me." Qui-Gon ends up with another kid. Obi-Wan and Anakin are half-brothers.
Okay now for the actual AU.
We give Anakin a reason to be transferred mostly to Qui-Gon. Maybe Shmi's health took a turn for the worse, maybe she died, maybe they decided Anakin would have better schooling if he was living with Qui-Gon, whatever. Point is mostly that Anakin is living with Qui-Gon (the dad he likes but only sort-of knows) and Obi-Wan (the half-brother he adores but doesn't see much of because Obi-Wan is in grad school).
And then Qui-Gon remarries.
To Mace.
And the entire point of all this is that I want Anakin's stepdad on this side to be Mace Windu and imagine the Various Nonsenses that may come about.
They have a very big house because Qui-Gon is Dooku's firstborn and is inheriting the Countship.
(Rael can't inherit because he's the only heir to a different title and he can't hold both at the same time.)
Anakin reading books about Evil Stepmothers and trying to figure out if he should be watching Mace for Important Signs.
Does it count if it's a stepdad? Are the books an accurate representation of the proper signs to watch out for?
My favorite QuiMace dynamic is Qui-Gon deliberately, constantly toeing the line of irritation to Mace. And Mace is just incredibly flat-faced about it at all times. People think they're just. Coworkers at best. And then Qui-Gon manages something extra ridiculous and earns himself a smile and a peck on the cheek and everyone's just like WAIT. WHAT. It's like. Qui-Gon embodies this constant, slightly smug, needling grin where he knows exactly how far he can push, and Mace is charmed by this against his better judgement.
Mace has to drive Anakin to school sometimes and there's just this. Kid. In the passenger seat. Staring at him. The only request he ever gets from the kid is to go Fast. It happens once. He says no. Anakin doesn't ask again, just. Stares at him.
Mace knows the kid isn't possessed but he sure as hell feels like it sometimes; he wants to endear himself to his stepkid, but said stepkids spends half his time staring suspiciously at him from around corners for no reason.
I am envisioning this all taking place in like. This egregiously old and fancy mansion in the Scottish Highlands or something. All those painfully upper crust carved dark wood stair rails and whatnot. The tropey kind.
Qui-Gon decides Mace and Ani should try to Bonding Exercise. Sets them up in an escape room. Mace turns to read the instructions and turns around to find Anakin trying to unscrew the door from the wall because That's One Way To Win, Right? It's Not Against The Rules. He's not trying to escape for anxiety reasons or anything, this is just the fastest way to Win, and boy does Anakin love winning.
Qui-Gon goes off to a botany conference so the house is just Mace and Anakin (and staff, but half the building is a living museum because Qui-Gon doesn't like Rich Life, so that's not actually anything that involves them), and it's. The most awkward thing.
Obi-Wan and Mace get along well. Obi-Wan and Depa (Mace's adopted daughter) get along great. It's just Anakin being so gosh darn weird.
The acceptance phase with this child involves climbing. Anakin is climbing his stepdad to reach Things Up High before he actually talks to him like a Fellow Human Being.
Anakin climbs Qui-Gon to reach high things all the time so Mace figures it's a good sign. It's just also annoying because now he has to change his shirt since there's a child-sized footprint on it.
(Ironically, Anakin adores Depa. She can cook better than anyone else in this family, except Mom and that Dooku guy that's apparently Grandpa)
(Granted I can also very easily imagine this as not-manor life, but like. random suburb.)
@epicmusic42 (Wren) pointed out:
The manor is important bc it gives ambiance to Anakin's suspicion. Could also have a b-plot where depa and obi are investigating what they think might be a murder? They're not sure and they're not letting anakin join bc they're terrified they'll be right and find a dead body komari stashed in the walls 20 years ago
Mace, rubbing his temples: She's alive and living on Cypress. We can video call her.
Obi-Wan and Mace get along well. Obi-Wan and Depa get along great. It's just Anakin being so gosh darn weird.
The acceptance phase with this child involves climbing. Anakin is climbing his stepdad to reach Things Up High before he actually talks to him like a Fellow Human Being.
Anakin climbs Qui-Gon to reach high things all the time so Mace figures it's a good sign. It's just also annoying because now he has to change his shirt since there's a child-sized footprint on it.
(Ironically, Anakin adores Depa. She can cook better than anyone else in this family, except Mom and that Dooku guy that's apparently Grandpa)
The idea of Depa and Obi-Wan furiously whispering about Weird Ghost Things in a corner while Anakin is pretending to be otherwise occupied is killing me.
He's got on noise cancelling headphones. They are not on. He is listening very intently to his Grown Up Siblings.
He's going to crawl into the vents and find the ghost Mace finds him half-way inside a vent he removed himself and just. Pulls him out. What the fuck fudge, kid?
Wren:
Mace: [considers his daughter. Considers everything he knows Obi-wan. Considers that this is Qui-Gon’s kid] Mace, resigned: ...does this have anything to do with depa and Obi-wan’s idea that there's a ghost? Anakin: ...maybe
I need Anakin to have a nightmare and he tries to find Qui-Gon but Mace is already awake and decides to Make Some Hot Chocolate.
Groundskeeper Plo and his granddaughter Ahsoka.
Shaak is Plo's daughter-in-law and Ahsoka's mom. She spends most of her time working in the neonatal ward of the nearest hospital, so she leaves Ahsoka with Plo a lot.
This toddler has decided Anakin is her favorite person EVER.
Wren:
plo might have planted some odd evidence to help Mace bond w anakin over a mystery. Whether that's still what depa and obi are investigating tho...
Plo has a pilot's license and Anakin spends so much time asking him about it
Anakin keeps trying to get into the antique swords Mace would tear his hair out if he had any
Wren:
Mace: help? Qui? Qui: Ani, the same rule applies to you as it did to the rest of our family. You have to beat father in a duel before you can touch his collection Whether or not it works depends entirely on whether it's Dooku's swords Anakin is trying to access Mace is concerned by this is until Qui-Gon points out that his father did go to the Olympics. Several times in fact.
Anakin's upset because he can't beat Dooku in a duel when Dooku's on some wine tour in Italy and won't be coming back until all the court cases are over.
There's a fic (by @willowcrowned) where Dooku is Ventress's fencing coach to get her to the Olympics and I like that option (She's going in the will and everyone knows it.)
Glorious! Could drive the chaos up even more by interrupting Mace's progress w anakin, w dooku coming home w ventress in tow, actually. The only explanation he'll give is that she's staying and to treat her like family. Everyone is Concerned
You know those comics where Dick Grayson is like. Swinging on the chandelier and scaring the shit out of Bruce and Alfred? That's Anakin.
Qui-Gon is relatively responsible and tells Anakin that he can sign up for a gymnastics class if he'd like, but he's not swinging from the chandelier without safety equipment. That's How Your Uncle Rael Broke His Leg, You Know. Unfortunately, he's still too chill about it for Mace's blood pressure.
Also, I decided that if I ever do anything with this, it's QuinObi.
I think Mace and Tholme would make for very saltmate in-laws (and hey, we could do the Plo thing!), but also Quinlan would probably enjoy winding up his future step-father-in-law just as much as Qui-Gon does.
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artoodeetootired · 4 months
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how you get the girl (1)
🌌 now you say 'i want you for worse or for better, i would want for ever & ever' 🌌
part ii
it is widely known that anakin skywalker excels at nearly everything- except one: how to get the girl of his dreams.
words: ~4.5-5k (warning: did not proofread)
aotc anakin skywalker x padawan!ofc (+ besties padme & artoo)
best friends to lovers, miscommunication, a little angst ig?, fluff, whiny emo teenager padawans
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As far into her training as she could remember, Evelyn Iblis had known Anakin Skywalker; which, really, was an understatement.
The two Padawans had first met after a fateful crash in their youthful flurry in the temple’s halls- a feisty girl, and a reckless boy. Although, the latter was more bashful than the former, being a rather late newcomer after all.
In the haze of her mind, Evelyn can remember her harsh personality softening as he repeatedly warmed her up to him; gaining her trust even as a child was not easy due to her childhood before the Jedi, yet her rebellious counterpart managed to befriend her.
After days and weeks and months of Anakin constantly showing her nothing but persistent friendship, Evelyn had no choice but to fall into it, no matter how competitive they both were with each other in training- in both of their opinions making their friendship even better.
So, as the years flew by, so did the memories they made together. From younglings to Padawans, the pair were inseparable. Best friends ‘till death do they part.
And thus comes about their shared mission to protect Senator Amidala of Naboo, a close and personal friend to both. After an assassination attempt amongst a harrowing time for the Republic, the Jedi Council assigned Evelyn to escort the former queen back to her home planet, where she would wait out any danger that could jeopardise everything The Light worked for.
But Anakin being Anakin, had refused to stay behind without a fight (which, of course, he won against his Master Kenobi). Since then, Evelyn had teased him for his aggressive need to join the mission as a projection of his crush on Senator Padme.
“It’s beautiful here,” Evelyn admired as they stepped out of Theed Palace. She had never seen such an incomparable city despite her various travels to many for her missions.
“Yes, I can’t help but agree,” Padmé beamed as she led the two towards the palace, “Definitely not because I’m biased.”
At that, she gave Evelyn a sly look over her shoulder, causing the younger one to softly smile. Evelyn knew Padme as an older sister throughout the years, not only because she was just over 5 years older, but because she had had the privilege to work with her (and R2) multiple times with her Master Adi Gallia as she grew up. The unrelenting kindness, courage and intelligence Padme showed as a young leader inspired her, so she couldn’t help but feel peculiar at how the tables had turned.
As the two Padawans, R2D2 and Padme ventured out to the next transport after their meeting with the queen, a comfortable silence fell over them, save for the faithful droid’s commentary beeping.
With one hand holding a suitcase, Evelyn used her other to help R2 down the stairs with more grace than his loud thumping, laughing at his grateful whirrs.
“I’m not exactly thrilled about hiding out, but I do hope you both will find solace in where we go next,” Padme mused, “It’s incredible there, and you guys deserve a break.”
“Don’t worry, it’s peaceful enough knowing we get to ensure your safety,” Anakin assured after a beat later; and like most of the time, Evelyn faded behind them to give them space, smirking at R2 as they watched the pair.
Evelyn can just about remember a conversation with Anakin, long when she was just 10, and Anakin had just turned 11. It detailed his observation of a fellow youngling that seemed to have taken a liking to Evelyn, despite her many attempts to avoid him.
Sooner or later, she shrugged him off with Anakin’s help (beating said admirer in a lightsaber duel), but it led her curiosity to his own interests- something she felt through his Force signature.
And that was when she giddily found out about Padme, the childhood crush he reluctantly told her about. In all honesty, she was mostly happy she had leverage over him after the embarrassment of her admirer.
Yet now, seeing it in person for Maker knows how long, Evelyn’s curiosity peeked to see how it would go.
“Anakin’s hopeless, Artoo,” Evelyn said to the droid, “As his best friend, I don’t know whether to be helpful or whether to give him hell for it.”
A series of beeps and a mischievous rattle of his legs made it seem like the two were conspiring, and in a lot of ways, they often were.
Evelyn grinned, “No, no, you’re right. Hell is funnier.”
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“I will go with Artoo,” Evelyn said firmly after some time of her arguing with Anakin. She welcomed his happy chirps following the light blush that crept up Anakin’s neck.
It didn’t help that they were both stubborn, and that Padme was patient enough to watch in amusement. Anakin could feel that even the gondoliers were relishing the childish behaviour.
They were standing by the docks, ready to board two gondolas headed for the villa. Bickering as always, the two friends argued for who would go with who- Anakin stating he’d travel on one alone with the rest of the luggage, while Evelyn proposed an even split amongst the group.
“Eve,” Anakin sighed.
R2 chimed up as he wheeled his way to Evelyn, as if mirroring her defiance. Anakin scratched the back of his neck, eyes flittering back and forth between the brunette and the droid, and muttered his defeat.
There was only ever one person who frequently won against Anakin, and he was often tired of it, if not fuelled by the challenging dynamic.
As the group moved to the majestic boats, Evelyn grabbed the last bag from the boardwalk, beating Anakin to it.
“Artoo and I weigh less,” she reasoned as a response to his scrunched expression, then dropping her voice, “You’re welcome, by the way.”
She didn’t give him a chance to respond, picking the bag up and whirling away towards the waiting droid; she could feel his eyes on her, though. Calculating and nervous was his fleeting gaze, and she suspected it was due to his upcoming time alone with Padme.
Water had never felt fresher. Weaving through her fingertips, the lake was a comfort to Evelyn as she lazily dipped her hand throughout the journey. The Force was strong here, what with the energy coursing through the creatures and their hunt, the breeze and the heat, the moon threatening the sun to conquer, the lives on these boats; it was empowering in the sense that she could feel everything.
R2 suddenly made a series of beeps and boops over the music he was playing as if to say, “You seem sad.”
Evelyn regarded him with amusement, “I’m not. Why do you ask?”
“You look more aloof than usual. Is it because of the mission?”
“No,” Evelyn smiled at the droid, “Well… part of it.”
R2 let out a sad whine, encasing his sympathy for the girl, “What else is bothering you, then?”
She fidgeted with her Padawan braid.
“It’s not important, Artoo,” she settled, trying her best to keep her eyes forward, “I might just be tired from the past few days.”
The astromech droid let out another trill, choosing to believe his friend instead of questioning her; there was potential she could push him into the water, he wouldn’t put it past her tough exterior.
“At least you can rest more here! Master Padme and Ani, and I will be with you.”
Evelyn expressed her gratitude for his comfort with a pat on his head with one of her bandaged hands, letting the air around her turn pleasant as opposed to the current gloom. Besides, she was afraid that Anakin could sense it gleaning off of her from just a few feet away.
And she wouldn’t want that. Not when part of her personal mission there was to ensure his happiness, their happiness-it had been since she found them alone in Padme’s room, the atmosphere intense through the Force.
Even if, for some reason, it had stirred up a feeling in her gut, something dark and unpleasant. She didn’t know what it was. And she didn’t like the unknown.
She pulled her knees closer to her chest, choosing to look anywhere but to her left. Just the quiet moments, let her have the quiet moments to think and feel and look completely in tune with the growing conflict inside her, one that she was already trying to push away.
The Jedi Code was something Evelyn had always been touchy with, not completely agreeing with its ideals and expectations. Anakin knew this, her Master Gallia knew this. And so, if getting the senator to reciprocate what Anakin had felt- everyday of his life for the past decade- would seal his happiness in his tough life, then she’d do it.
Because they were best friends.
That’s all they were.
Trying to engage in the conversations Padme brought up in between silences was hard, because in the corner of his eye, Anakin could see the gleeful interaction between Evelyn and R2.
There, in her combat clothing, her thick mane of wavy hair in an outrageously messy bun and her attention undivided to the landscape, she looked more serene than he had ever seen her. More thoughtful in these slow moments, a contradictory calm to her fierce persona.
Was it because he wasn’t with her? Because his incessant chatter wasn’t there to annoy her?
He knew of her motives throughout the day, playing his wingman for him and Padme. And in an alternate universe, he was sure he would be grateful. But not in this one.
“You know, if you keep this charade up, it’s going to get worse.”
Anakin shifts out of his side-glance in a snap, finding the senator bemused as she raised a pretty brow at him.
“Pardon?” Anakin slipped over his words, trying very hard to hide his fluster at him being caught.
“Ani,” Padme laughed, “It may be hard for anyone else to see, but there’s no use hiding it from me.”
She tilted her head towards the gondola a few meters next to them.
He studied her for a moment. Padme certainly wasn’t talking about the droid or the gondolier.
Anakin shook his head, looking the opposite way in avoidance of the other pair, “What am I ‘hiding’?”
“If there is one thing I’m sure about you after all these years, it’s that you weren’t and still aren’t very good at hiding your emotions.”
The Padawan let out a deep breath, cursing himself for letting the one thing that he thought strengthened him become a weakness this once. Hopefully this once.
What felt like halfway into the ride, as Artoo distantly played relaxing music in the boat next to theirs, Anakin felt more jittery than ever. He did not know whether it was because of the tight space, or the sweat dripping down his robes, but it was most certainly not because of why Evelyn thought so.
He could feel it: the mocking, the encouragement. It was flowing across the space between them as a form of communication. Through the Force, he knew what Evelyn was thinking, and it was making him more nervous than it should have.
The young Skywalker had tried to focus on the scenery he had the privilege to witness; the lush water beneath him; the unbelievably green mountains that framed the sky; the wildlife one would never see on his home planet. But in the few minutes the group had been travelling, he couldn’t.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said, uncharacteristically gloomy. In the span of a few days, he had turned from being his usual smug, confident and charismatic Chosen One self to feeling like a simple, confused blob in the galaxy.
“Well you could start by telling her that, you know, I don’t mean what I used to mean to you back then, Ani,” Padme advised lightly.
She met Anakin as a 9 year old, and she definitely knew that he had a childish crush on her after their first encounter.
“You’re all grown up,” she continued, “Both of you are- I’ve seen the two of you with and without each other. It’s…”
At her pause, Anakin peeked back at the 24 year old, hanging on to the last word with anticipation.
Padme smiled at him, her eyes lighting up with recognition of the right word.
“Different.”
Anakin had never been more lost. Even his first time picking a lightsaber up had been easier.
Padme started to chortle at the look on his face.
“Wha- no, now you’re not making any sense,” he protested, “She’s always been my best friend. And we’re jedi, we’re meant to be different. Besides, if I tell her about you, then it just means she’s gonna draw the truth out of me.”
“Well, isn’t that the goal?” Padme said incredulously, “Isn’t that why you’ve been ‘subtly’ asking for my help since we met again?”
Anakin pondered about this. What was ‘the goal’? No matter how he felt, the both of them were bound to their duties first and foremost. He knew Evelyn, and thus he knew she would see to it that what she had worked for since she was a child would pay off. But he also knew himself- albeit not very well- and his knack to break a few rules, and to follow his heart.
It was a dangerous gamble.
“Can I ask you something?” Padme asked calmly, in a manner that reflected the soothing waves embracing them.
“It’s not like you’d care if I said no…”
Ignoring his attitude, Padme continued, “Do you like her? Yes or no?”
“Yes,” the Padawan retorted almost immediately, “I mean, yeah, I think I do.”
Feeling the way he did because they were best friends versus wanting to be more than that- he did not know yet.
Even though the former queen was seemingly happy with his answer, she dug deeper, “And when did you find out that you did? As in, as more then just friends?”
The teenager was visibly troubled. When he felt the gravity of the question, he threw his hands up and shrugged.
“Why does it matter?” he complained. Feeling cornered at that moment, Anakin didn’t care whether he looked like a child to the Senator of Naboo; he was certain that the gondolier was also listening intently, even with his back to them.
“Anakin,” Padme warned with a look, “Just think about it.”
He could feel more heat creeping up his neck, taking over his cheeks and his whole chest. He blamed it on the sun.
Anakin thought hard despite himself. Unable to give her a solid answer, he let his train of thought slip out without fault.
“When she first stood up for me against the lackies of our class.”
He quickly contradicted himself.
“No, actually, it was when we had our first talk talk,” he snorted, “She was stone cold before then.”
“It might’ve been when she comforted me the first time my nightmares started.”
“I don’t know… or when I realised I didn’t like it when other guys liked her,” he smirked nostalgically, “I’m glad I beat Damon in that duel.”
“Or when she fought too hard to protect everyone on a mission, and I… I almost lost her.”
While Padme let him spill all that was on his mind, she watched his every movement- from his eyes, to the way his hands would fidget, to his small, savoury glimpses towards said woman.
Then Anakin trailed off, the distant focus perpetuating his stature like a spell.
To him, the world went quiet.
The splashing waves that were once loud in his ears mitigated, the once stinging sun simply gave him warmth, the birdsong that distracted him aided his relishing into the back of his mind.
“It was when I first bumped into her my first time at the temple,” he slowly said, chuckling fondly, “I was so lost, and I didn’t know where Obi Wan was… but when Evelyn first looked me in the eyes with so much…”
He struggled for a word.
“Indifference?” Padme suggested.
“Detachment,” Anakin countered, “She changed. I knew I was pretty much a loser when we first met, so I took her sympathy for pity. But she asked me if I needed help, and guided me back- the scrawny, dirty child- when no one would.”
He trailed off, with his hands playing with each other as they rested on his knee, the azure of his eyes unmatched by the glittering blue of the lake, his lips curved up into a small smile.
“I was so, so determined to see her again- to make sure I was good enough to see her again. One could say that… that she really was the reason I went ahead with the training. That she is the reason I’m here at all.”
It all came rushing back to him, after he realised what he had just gushed out to Padme. He didn’t think he had ever felt so overwhelmed.
“See, now was that so hard?” Padme teased lightly; he rolled his eyes in reponse.
She knew all that she had to, and she herself was delighted with having the right to know- Anakin Skywalker didn’t just have a crush on Evelyn Iblis, he was in love with her. He may not have known it yet, but it was as clear as the skies above her.
“Now,” she said, down to business, a twinkle in her eyes far brighter than any star.
“Here’s what you’re going to do…”
•〰️•
Evelyn had never felt more detached, more awkward, more lonely.
From the moment they had arrived, she had made sure to stay out of the way and keep to herself.
Like the good old days, she thought.
Once Anakin and Evelyn were escorted to their rooms shortly after their arrival, the group agreed to have dinner right away due to the hunger their travels brought.
But as they made their way to lounge on a rustic balcony for the sunset, she excused herself to bed, ignoring Anakin’s protests.
As the stars graced her with their presence, Evelyn prepared for bed in the luxurious bathroom she greedily took her time in. Her heavy hair finally dried as she sat by the window alcove- she was delighted with the lavender soap- her tired body clad in the nightgown Padme had generously provided her.
Evelyn stayed buried in the lush covers for an hour now, sinking in like the quicksand of Tatooine. She sighed in contentment, never having felt this kind of comfort in a bed before.
Yet close to finally being taken away by sleep, her mind set to work to flash thoughts behind her closed eyes.
The impending war, where her Master Gallia might be at the moment, her plan for this mission, her plan for that mission.
She also wondered if Anakin would find it easier to sleep a dreamless night.
No.
She groaned, twisting aggressively to her side at the thought.
Stop it.
And yet she wondered what would happen if he couldn’t. Would he come knocking on her door like he always did?
The judging looks they got from the other younglings were ones she couldn’t forget, not when the two had openly defied the attachment rule as children. Anakin would sneak across the temple intersection for her room, and would knock on it to find Evelyn already awake for him. It was practically a pact- one must be awake if the other is sleepless.
But no, he would probably go down the opposite direction, for she was sure that she wasn’t his first choice in this hallway.
At that, Evelyn frustratedly slammed her head the opposite side into the pillow, suddenly disdainful of the thick sheets swallowing her in.
It was going to be a long night.
•〰️•
"Did you find her, Artoo?" Anakin asked at the sound of the astromech droid wheeling into the room.
"Yes," the blue droid beeped, "But I would be more... cautious at the moment."
Anakin and Padme exchanged a look across the round dining table, the slice of fruit still floating in between them by his command.
"What do you-"
The blue-eyed Padawan shut his mouth instantly, sensing her approach through the Force- tired, frustrated, grumpy.
Evelyn appeared by the archway a second later, her long hair in its usual ponytail, showcasing the white and yellow bands in her Padawan braid- healing and combat; she was in her casual under-blouse rather than her tunic, and her face was set in a mean rest.
It wouldn't take a Force-sensitive person to recognise the chills emanating from her.
"I hope I didn't hold you guys up for breakfast." she strode to the table swiftly, her lightsaber bouncing along her leg until she pulled up a chair.
"It's quite alright, I understand you were on patrol this morning," Padme said as kindly as ever, knowing that this was still a mission to them. Accepting the slice with a light stab in the air, Padme thanked Anakin for such an amusing trick.
She looks..... exhausted.
Anakin thought as he allowed his eyes to roam around his best friend's face; dark circles hugged her sharp eyes, and even though he still thought her radiant, the tension between her brows and shoulders betrayed her.
He knew better than to ask of her troubles in public.
"Someone tumbled a bit too hard out of wrong side of the bed," he tried joking, eyes trained on her throughout while the food arrived.
"Hm, not as bad as how you got lost on your way to the sink" she gestured to his face with her fork. A small tug on the corner of her lips.
Anakin relished in their banter, and while he was relieved to know she was still herself, he wanted to find out what was bothering her.
On one end, Padme looked a bit perplexed by their blatant insults shooting across the table.
"Why didn't you tell me you were taking first watch?" he asked amidst the clashing of cutlery, "| didn't even know we were starting rounds today."
The addressee shrugged, "It's fine. You can take the 2 hours before dinner, it's just a safety precaution. We'll discuss it more later."
She directed it towards Padme more for the sake of its purpose.
In truth, Evelyn had impulsively shot out of her chambers when it was evident she wasn't going to br gifted with sleep. Taking a walk around the perimeter, her moody self only came up with the rounds after she had been caught by the villa guards.
The air hung heavy above them, even driving R2 to leave the premise.
"So, Evelyn," Padme started, "Did you like your room okay?"
Also implying 'Did you sleep at all?’
She gulped down what looked like only her 3rd bite, nodding stiffly, "Oh, yes. It is quite comfortable."
"That's great to hear."
Silence resumed.
“And thank you again for the nightgown," her hesitant addition sliced through them, “I’ve never felt anything like it."
Evelyn may be in a mood, but Maker forbid she would take it out on Padme. She didn't even know what she was in a mood about yet.
"Hey, why didn't I get a nightgown?" Anakin smirked.
"Why? Would it aid your sleeping troubles?" Evelyn feigned curiosity.
“Certainly.”
"Well then you can have mine," the female Padawan's tone dripping with sarcasm.
Padme's delicate features lit up, "Well, of course! You know, you could even take a few when you leave."
Both Anakin and Evelyn halted slicing their food, looking bewildered at the proposal.
“Wh- what?" Padme asked, unsure of the offence she might have just done.
Anakin snapped his stare at Evelyn, mind now flushed to the point of his lungs betraying him.
As he choked and hastily reached for his glass, Evelyn looked just as taken aback.
"I, uh, it's nothing to do with you, Padme," Evelyn quickly consoled, "It's just that... we're Jedi."
She hoped it was explanation enough.
“Well... yes," Padme said slowly.
She guessed not.
“We have a certain conduct to follow... and as much as I liked the nightgown, I don't think it's... the design is a bit.." Anakin's ragged choking distracted Evelyn greatly from making her point, feeling flustered by it all.
"She means to say,” Anakin gasped through the glass of water he had just gulped down, "That it's not entirely appropriate in the Jedi Temple. It would be too...”
He looked at Evelyn for help, only to find her aggressively slicing pastry into unnecessarily samll shreds.
"Revealing," he cleared his throat. The man may not have seen it for himself, but it wasn't hard to imagine-
"Oh," Padme took her time to understand, "I see.”
She started to chuckle almost uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise sooner," Padme said delightfully, a stark contrast to the rattled pair, "I’ve always thought that you'd look lovely in a dress, Evelyn.”
"Careful now," Evelyn said nervously, slicing away, “You might make Ani here jealous."
Anakin mumbled something under his breath before taking another sip, but she couldn't make out any words.
"Please, it would make me feel better while we're here," Padme said imploringly, "Especially since l've planned for a few picnics and activities and whatnot to occupy us."
This was the first time Evelyn heard of this.
“Planned activities...?"
“Yeah, we were discussing it yesterday when you went up to bed,” Anakin said, finally recovered from his fit, "Whatcha get for being a buzzkill."
Evelyn sighed internally, At least they're getting the time I hoped they would.
She ignored the comment.
"I couldn't."
Padme raised a brow.
"The dresses, I mean," the Padawan clarified,
"Besides, I don't know how to wear one."
Ever the friend, Anakin snorted; he slapped his hand to his mouth to try recovering from it, but Evelyn did the honour herself and kicked him in the shin.
"How to... wear one?" asked Padme, "Why, you just slip it on!"
"Well, yes but- stop it-" Evelyn pinched Anakin's shaking arm, "But, as in, I wouldn't know how to run in it, or- or fight in it. It seems too free."
"Eve,” Padme said soothingly, reaching out to grasp her hand, "You're not going to face off an army here. The most you'll really do is patrol- and even then, I wished you guys wouldn't- and maybe shake off some wild animals."
Evelyn contemplated. It just seemed so... awkward.
As well as pitiful, given that she used to hope of a time where she would dress up nicely for herself and for...
But now, it seemed like an uncomfortable idea.
Especially when she thought she'd look ridiculously stiff next to Padme's natural grace in them.
"C'mon, Eve, I think it'd be cool," Anakin said on a more serious note, his signature smirk and oceanic gaze feeling warm on her skin.
R2 made encouraging toots from the corner of the room.
It's just fabric... you've almost died in worse situations before.
Evelyn made a move to stand, feeling too squirmish to stay in the dining room anymore. She thought it nice to let the two lovebirds have a private day together anyways, or days she decided.
“| suppose," she gave the oldest a tight smile, "Whatever you'd see fit Padme."
"Great." she responded, a hint of confusion.
"Wait- where are you going?" to Evelyn's left, asked Anakin.
"I'm quite full now, thank you" she said politely, "Plus, I’d like to visit the library here."
"Of course."
"Do you want me to-"
“I'll see you both later." Evelyn departed without letting Anakin finish. Stoic, rigid, cold.
The male Padawan gaped after her. He did not know whether this was part of her mood, or if she was maybe, possibly, probably upset with him. Padme discerned his worry and hushedly reminded him to be patient for what was to come.
Before she had turned into the corrider, however, Evelyn threw over her shoulder almost abrasively-
"Oh, and maybe next, Anakin can make a meat skewer with his lightsaber for you.”
•〰️•
To Anakin's absolute vexation, Evelyn remained withdrawn from them (specifically him?) for a while.
No matter how much he tried tracing her by asking the staff, going where she would most likely be, and even following her Force signature, his trusted friend slipped through his fingers.
So much for Jedi training...
She had always been the better of the two at that: stealth with using the element of surprise.
He hadn't spoken to her for almost 4 days now.
When he took the night round, she would already be in bed. When he took the morning round, she would already be off in her own adventures. When Padme tried to initiate rendezvous, she would excuse herself to stay at the villa for security, as Anakin would be with the senator anyways.
He would hear reports from multiple members of the staff:
"She stayed in the library."
"She is off meditating' in the gardens... whatever that means."
"I last saw her swinging that laser sword of hers around, probably practicing or something."
"Oh yes, she was sitting by the lake with a book, sir."
And even R2, who told him, "She is spending time in the property's stables."
But what bugged him most, was that whenever he knocked on her door at night, she never opened up.
Not like she used to.
"I'm telling you, she's mad at me for something else!" Anakin huffed into his hands. By the north of the lake did the politician and Padawan stay idle; the latter had been complaining since they got there.
"Anakin, don't you see?" Padme urged excitedly.
“What are you so happy about- look, this is going way worse than I thought it would! She’s never acted this way before," he groaned.
He felt utterly vulnerable. While he was never one to be afraid of emotional expression, he had never felt so aggravated, dejected and lovesick. It made him feel incorrigible.
The day beautiful, the view picturesque, the breeze calming, it was everything one would hope for at a violent time like the one they were living in.
Out of everything Anakin could have, should have, been worrying about as a Jedi, he found himself stuck in the loop he was always warned never to fall in.
He didn't care.
"Anakin," Padme giggled as she rocked back and forth, her hair intricately framing her face, "Don't you see what this could mean?"
"No," he immediately scowled, "Is it that she hates me? And I don't even know why? Like, what did I do?All I've been trying to do is figure out these- these feelings and how to get closer to her than I already am!"
"Ani, you really can't see why she might be upset?"
He threw his hands in front of him, "I don't know! Is it ‘cause I always steal her cookies? Look, she's my best friend, and she's not been acting like it since we got to this place. And I get that she's trying to play matchmaker with us, and maybe that just means that she just doesn't feel the same way- but all she's doing is driving me crazy. And she doesn't even know it!"
His rant was well-received by Padme, and when he finished, he spaced out on the ruffled lake by the breeze.
"Ani, do you remember when you mentioned Damon?"
A surge of old bitterness grew in his chest.
"What about him?"
"And what did you say you realised when you beat him in that duel?" Padme asked ever-patiently.
He scoffed, “That I didn't like it when other guys liked her-"
Suddenly, he whipped to Padme, realisation dawning on his face.
"Oh."
"Jealousy. I told you it'd get worse if you let her think of us like that," a hint of pride seeped through her humble personality.
H sighed, "It's not that simple when we're both Jedi- hell, or even if only one of us was. If I can't have her as more than just my best friend, then I don't want to try at all and then lose her completely."
"But that's the thing, Ani!" the tiny senator fought back, "You guys are lucky in that regard- no, hear me out. You have been and are best friends. Most people don't even know where to start with the love of their life; a lot of people would wish to have their partner be their best friend, too. I would.
You have to remind her how you two used to be before this whole mission, you guys were practically a married couple. Then you've gotta tell her you absolutely lost your mind trying to suppress your feelings, tell her that it drives you mad to try and hide away from her while you went and left her in the dark.
Then you tell her what you've always wanted to. And don't. Hold. Back."
•〰️•
part ii
a/n: had to split it into 2 parts, sorry for any confusion!
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Jango Fett' childhood on Concord Dawn
One of the things that I think bothers me the most about Jango Fett: Open Seasons comics series is how a 8 (or 10) years old Jango was told by his dad to repair a harvester
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and then… left alone for who knows how long in the middle of a crop field?
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I was born in the city so obviously I don’t know how life on a farm goes and all so forgive me my ignorance but:
A) Jango was introduced with a weapon in his hand, while he walked through his own family’s property
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and was taught by father how to use a blaster at the age of 8 - 10.
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At this point in the story, I think it is safe to assume Jango’s dad knew Mandalorians were in his field, as he brought food to Jaster and his men. So I assume he was contacted by comlink or he already talked in person with Jaster and he probably had some idea of what was going on - unless Jaster didn’t warn him about Death Watch on his trail, but I think this is pretty unlikely, as the Mandalorians stayed hidden in the field, instead of coming to Fett’s house.  
So there is a reason to think that leaving a kid alone in the middle of the field was not the smartest idea.
B) Jango has never been any technology genius or even that good with it in sources? His jetpack was repaired by a droid whose main job was to take care of little Boba on Kamino. I’m pretty sure Jango as a Mandalorian Merc was capable of maintaining his armor, weapons and ship but if the harvester was so important to put back into use - and I assume this is the case, as Fett’s parents were usually described as simple farmers and the first part of comics clearly represents the season of summer (childhood) and this was very likely grain harvest time  - then I would not pick a kid to do the job, unless the kid was Anakin Skywalker who could fix all kind of machinery, as it was his specific gift. Jango though? I’m not so sure about his 8-10 year old self’ skills.
Of course, the harvester’s problem could be a simple matter but then why not send Arla, Jango’s older sister (14 years old) to either do the job, or help Jango to speed up the repairs? Not saying Arla did not have her own share of duties and all (unless the kids were treated unfair, as Arla did not hold/use a gun against the invaders
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but that could be just matter of her being too terrified or there could be not enough guns which is why only the mother was armed), but considering how the comics implies that Jango’s dad, mother and Arla were at home when he was working during sunny (if not hot) day, in the middle of a field, no shadow, repairing a vehicle bothers me a lot. 
And sure, on Concord Dawn living on farm could be just that tough even for kids, but looking at AotC novel (that admittedly does not mention Jango’s time with Mandalorians at all) 
Other than that, though, this was just a  job,  well  paying  and  easy enough. Financially, he couldn't have asked for more,  but  more  important, only the Kaminoans could have given him Boba - not just a son,  but  an  exact replica. Boba would give Jango the pleasure of seeing all that he might have become had he grown up with a loving and caring father, a mentor  who  cared enough to criticize, to force him to perfection.
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This, then, was Jango Fett's greatest reward, right here, sitting  with his son, his young replica, sharing quiet moments.   Quiet moments within the tumult that had been Jango Fett's entire life, surviving the trials of the Outer Rim alone  practically  from  the  day  he learned to walk. Each trial  had  made  him  stronger,  had  made  him  more perfect, had honed the skills that he would now pass along  to  Boba.  
and old source material like outdated starwars.com’s databank entry:
Fett all but disappeared from bounty hunting circles as he took time to raise his son. He sought to experience what his life might have been like had he been raised by a caring guardian.
I can’t help but wonder about Jango’s childhood before the Mandalorians showed up.
So far my research showed, only Fact Files v.3 #14 mentioned he had "as idyllic a life as could be while making a living off the land, in close family unit with his mother, father and sister, Arla"
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which gives some hope Jango's childhood although tough, was a relative happy one.
[Just to be clear here: I don’t think Jango’s biological family was by any means pathological, I just think Concord Dawn is a pathological place as this planet's record is not the best when it comes to people's backstories.]
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hi ml, ik u get so many requests for anons but i was hoping if i could be "🤍" anon. im so sorry for asking but i really like ur works and i was wondering what ur views on Padawan anakin are, like rots or atoc?? bye!!
Absolutely, I love my little anons. You are more than welcome.
Mmmm, in rots I see him more as a Jedi Knight (he is but after watching Clone Wars, the timeline sets like that in my head). So, if we are talking about aotc Anakin, Padawan Anakin is so special to me and I have a couple particular traits for him:
He is a virgin, of course. Not in a "I cannot get laid" type of virgin, more like a "I don't know if I should have sex"; Hence the Jedi oath and all that. I feel like Anakin has an internal battle, he knows he has duties but at the end of the day he is a young man who is learning about a new world outside his little sandy town. He is very hormonal as well, I feel like he is a late bloomer too.
That being said, the moment he has sex, either he paid a prostitute or found someone he trusted enough to have sex with— Anakin can be a little hypersexual. He likes to be desired. He enjoys the rush that sex gives him, he is very intense and he can't control himself. Makeout sessions are messy, uncontrolled, hurried and he can't handle his own hormones at some point. He jacks off almost every day— first he tried to convince himself it was just to sleep, but time after time, it became clear that his body was just aching for sexual release. It takes very little to rile him up, and he knows it is borderline humiliating, but he'd do anything to feel pleasure.
He rarely thinks: yes, I know rots Anakin is also extremely impulsive, but he has to be slightly more mature than aotc Anakin. Padawan Anakin really, needs to learn how to think before jumping into conclusions, a conversation or even a fight. He thinks decisions are very straightforward, or lineal, to make it simple. He is somewhat immature in that way, since he thinks everything is black and white.
He is very insecure. Like I said before, he is still learning the vast galaxy. Growing up in Tatooine limited his knowledge of self discovery, and well he was a slave. I feel like Anakin struggled a lot with his free will and taking his own decisions during his first years as a Padawan— and of course as a free person. He often makes himself less, since people made him think he was less. Plus, being the "Chosen One" is a weight he didn't asked for actually, but he wears it with pride... because when you don't have nothing, and now you have everything, is there anything else you can do other than brag about it to make yourself feel like you are worth it? It takes him time and patience to figure out his individuality. He compares himself to almost everyone around him— either to bring himself up, or to humiliate himself. He knows it's wrong, but Anakin is really hard with himself sometimes.
Maybe I was talking too much, but you guys have no idea how much detail and depth I give to Anakin <3. I know I write smut 24/7, but his character means so much to me. Anya yaps.
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sarcastic-sketches · 2 years
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Fox Flavour AotC
Continuation of my bullshit from here going through events of Episode II and then into TCW.
Kitsune!Anakin changing between fox and human form due to stress would make AotC very funny actually. Just randomly poofing out into a smol fox during his mission to protect Padme to the point where she usually just carries him.
Anakin: The Audacity Also Anakin: Pretty lady is carrying me? Crush is holding me???
I’m picturing the first time they meet again after ten years and it’s still a trainwreck but in a different way. Anakin is nervous to see her again, momentarily forgetting about the ears sticking out the top of his head that are just going haywire trying to pick up any and all sounds. Obi-Wan’s ‘relax’ comment does about as much good as it does in canon, except he’s finding the very obvious tells funny rather than irritating, and then they actually see Padme.
"Ani? Look how much you've gro- are those fox ears?" The entire conversation just gets completely derailed and suddenly Anakin is very tired. Any and every potential thing he had ready to say to her just evaporates because right, the Kitsune thing.
"Oh. Yeah, they're- new." Obviously. Obi-Wan is trying valiantly not to facepalm but also offering zero assistance.
"Can- Can I?" Padme asks, lifting a hand up to his head, her intent to touch very clear but waiting for permission. Yes, she’s a Senator and probably has more decorum than this, usually, but the guy she hasn’t seen since he was nine now has a pair of fluffy fox ears poking out of his hair (That haircut is doing nothing for him).
Anakin is stuck between being horrendously hormone driven right now and wanting to ignore any and all changes he's undergone. Still, it’s Padme and he knows she’s just curious, like she was when asking naive questions on Tatooine a decade ago.
He leans down to let her pet his ears and Obi-Wan is this close to being catty. Something something 'you didn't let me touch your ears that fast'. But he is a saint and holds his tongue, for now.
"Oh! You have tails too?" Padme is intrigued, and already the hand that was bending his ears is now starting to move downward before she’s even properly thought about what she’s doing.
Anakin is a bit too dazed to pay attention to what she's doing either so Obi-Wan clears his throat and reminds the Senator of the reason for their presence before her hand could make contact.
He knows from experience already that Anakin is particular about the tails. The ears he will begrudgingly allow certain people to touch - a group which, apparently, includes the Senator - but the tails are strictly off limits. Despite how eager he'd been a minute ago to be near her, Anakin now looks rather relieved that there was some space between them.
He really does not like his tails being touched.
Suffice to say any chance at romantic Anidala gets blown clean out of the water. His attention is a bit too split on his recent transformation to truly hone in on Padme. Padme can also see how badly this has affected him and decides what he needs is a friend rather than a lover. She was the one to propose after all, so in this AU she boxes that impulse away.
GOD his ability to transform could even be a bonus to his guarding duty (watch me make this the Star Wars version of Dragon Knight ffs). His being a tiny fox most of the time would mean Padme doesn't feel/look actively guarded BUT there is a ball of pent up aggression just waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Trying to think how this would play out with his mother and the Tuskens. I considered him skipping some tail levels to just go straight into Full Grown Kitsune out of a vengeance fulled rage. Then I thought about Anakin finding his mother, watching her die, and then becoming so stressed he goes TINY. Maybe Padme went with him because she knows he's not gonna like what he finds and will need help and he's clearly not emotionally stable with how often he keeps changing form. So she's there to grab him and shake him out of it.
But then I thought OH FUCK what if his constantly changing means Padme notices his stress over his dreams way quicker. She insists on going to Tatooine days earlier, plus she'd also like to see Shmi again. So they find her ALIVE instead. Anakin's entire brain focuses on getting her the fuck out of dodge and its only the guards that come after them that end up dead. Perhaps the rest of the tribe see Angry Fox Man and go 'hmm maybe not'. I'm pretty sure Palpatine bribed them to kidnap Shmi and they did that so they have no desire to go chasing this monstrosity across the desert thank you very much. He leaves the encounter with vengeance and protectiveness warring in his brain and he tells absolutely fucking no-one (get bent Sheev). Padme would also be liable instead of just him if anyone found out.
The experience brings them closer together as friends and since they went early there is time to help Shmi heal before they get the call from Obi-Wan. Shmi has some words for her son about all that business in the desert once she’s better. Fox Ear pinching included, to which she took remarkably well.
She had always known her son was special - on account of the immaculate conception if nothing else - so she just accepts that this must be another part of him that’s starting to come through. Anakin rather likes that explanation so he doesn’t correct her on how he transformed. He also doesn’t complain when she insists on brushing his tails because they are ‘incredibly untidy’. Padme: Momma’s boy Anakin: >:( Padme: >:)
Then it’s off to Geonosis for the arena fight, which probably goes about the same except Anakin can now turn into a tiny two-tailed fox in a fit of stress to get out of his bindings and dodge the angry Reek. He’s not very good at climbing though or he’d have copied Padme. Dooku has a few comments to make about Anakin’s appearance because he’s pretty sure he did not come to the Temple looking like that so how did that happen? The man is very good at riling Anakin up though and the new appendages are sore spots which Dooku takes advantage of. The fight with Dooku proceeds about as expected.
Anakin gets his ass kicked. Arm comes off. Another tail pops into existence.
“Oh, I’m going to get more of these things? Damn it.”
The Clone Wars begin.
Tbh the main bulk of this AU is set during the Clone Wars because this is undoubtedly gonna be Rexwalker. That ship has come for me with an iron grip. He's not married to Padme, but they are friends who occasionally fool around for fun and stress relief. They still find each other very attractive but Padme didn't propose so he hasn’t got this huge secret to keep (which probably means he’s less stressed). War breaks out and Anakin is introduced to Rex, who just does not bat an eye at the fox appendages at all. He does find it useful for gauging Anakin’s moods in the early days though because he still can’t control them and his General never fucking admits to being in less than optimal condition.
The potential for pining is unreal. Bromance turned romance that neither of them can act on because ouch that imbalance of power concern. While Rex trusts Anakin not to abuse his rank, Anakin is really uncomfortable with the idea that Rex would just do whatever he’s been asked to do. He wants to know that Rex is doing something because he 100% wants to, with absolutely no doubts. He’ll just wait for the war to be over, bother Padme incessantly for the clones to be recognised as citizens in the senate and then … leave the order? He supposes he would have to if he wanted to be with Rex.
I just want Anakin to do that thing male foxes do when they spot a potential mate - target acquired - but it’s at Rex when he is being unfairly competent on the battlefield. Ahsoka is tired but rooting for them. The whole ‘we’re just friends’ spiel is actually true when Obi-Wan confronts him about it but BOY do Anakin and Rex wish that wasn’t the case.
I don’t ever write pining so I’m very invested in this AU right now.
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alootus · 18 days
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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧. respond to the prompts out of character !
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what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have ? to be completely honest, it was courage. padmé has been a comfort character of mine for so long and about a year ago, i think, i finally made my first blog for her. i have been in the sw.rpc before and it was a good experience, so coming back with padmé felt pretty safe. writing a comfort character and offering different perspectives about the things we've seen, i simply love it. there are many aspects about her personality and emotional life that i wish to explore even further. she's important to me. ♡
is there anything you don’t like to write ? while i do enjoy writing angst, hurt with no comfort whatsoever isn't for me. i need some kind of balance between the good and the bad. writing is an escape from reality to me and while star wars is indeed a tragedy, and my muse inevitably bound to it, i need gentleness and softness too. other than this i don't think there's anything major that i'd dislike.
is there anything you really enjoy writing ? philosophical conversations and exploring the capacity of emotions and little details is what i always find interesting and inspiring ! and canon divergent threads are always most welcome too, as my blog runs heavily by those.
how do you come up with headcanons ? they just come and go, to put it simple. i like analyzing movie scenes and expanding them, sometimes i hear a song that brings up some concepts, sometimes i read a quote that fits with my interpretation of padmé. anything and everything really.
do you write in silence or do you play music ? i do both, but if i have music in the background it's usually instrumental. i find lyrcis too distracting for the most of the time.
do you plan your replies or wing them ? again, both. i usually come up with some details with my upcoming replies immediately after reading my writing partner's reply, sometimes i need more time to think about them. there are days when english just doesn't work and my brain goes all error, too. i just go with the flow and take no pressure whatsoever, or that's at least what i'm slowly but surely learning.
do you enjoy shipping ? i do, i love love, i love writing about love in both platonic and romantic dynamics. romantic shipping is something that requires plotting and ooc chatting though, i can't jump right into it. my blog is canon divergent and heavily plot reliant from the beginning of aotc onwards and i don't default ani.dala. it's all about communication — shipping can be a lot of fun when you find a good writing partner for it. ♡
what's your alias/name ? milla
age ? 27
birthday ? march 17th
favorite color ? anything pastel
favorite song ? almost anything by aurora
last movie you watched ? tangled
last show you watched ? little house on the prairie ♡
last song you listened to ? the greatest showman soundtrack
favorite food ? veggie soup
favorite season ? summer
do you have a tumblr best friend ? i have made some great friends here yes, and they mean the world to me. i want to mention @acharnemcnt , @vaderari , @debelltio , @valorums and @mutatiio ♡ and then there's someone who isn't in the rpc world atm but who i connected with on tumblr ages ago, @kakemakes ♡
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tagged by : the lovely @valorums ♡ tagging : please snatch it from here if you haven't been tagged yet !
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ooops-i-arted · 9 months
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It's the last day of June but I have one more post in me for @jedijune but it's a little different. The goal of Jedi June is to appreciate the Jedi, but this time I'm appreciating them in a more meta sense.
I saw Attack of the Clones in 2002 as a wee lil preteen and as soon as I laid eyes on the Jedi, I instantly wanted to be one. I wanted a cool lightsaber and space adventures like many a kid, of course. But I was also hitting those awkward teenage years and all that comes with it and I had no words for it, but I knew I was experiencing it different than my peers. I only heard "gay/queer" as an insult or an opportunity to be bullied or even murdered. I wouldn't hear "asexual" until after college. But I knew that more than anything I wanted to imagine being a Jedi because then I would never have to get married. (Also: they had girls. My sister and I watched the AotC VHS over and over and over again and memorized every single frame that had Aayla and Shaak Ti and Bultar Swan and Luminara Unduli and Barriss Offee. Even though you had to be a thin, pretty girl, girls still got to be Jedi.)
And on top of all of that, I was supposed to be too old for toys but I still wanted to make stories. So I took my happy ass and my allowance money to Borders and bought this:
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This, here, is Baby's First Fanfiction and Fanart. I wouldn't fall in love with LotR until January 2003. So this is where I got my start as a writer and artist of characters. (I drew all the time since I could hold a pencil, but mostly dinosaurs and animals.) I loved writing and drawing before, but it was the Jedi that first catapulted me into what I've become as a fan artist and fanfic writer now.
So for fun I dug out Baby's First Jedi OCs and decided to draw them with twenty-one more years of art skills:
For a little background, 2002 Preteen Me had a Very Grand Plan of writing a novel, submitting it to Lucasfilm, and getting it published. It would be about Derran Kanis, My Most Wonderful Jedi OC and her life and her adventures, and the very last scene would be choosing her Padawan, whose final line would be "Yoda, my name is." (Preteen Me was confident that since we don't actually see Yoda in action this wouldn't break George Lucas' rule of not revealing Yoda's species or background. The focus would be all on My Wonderful Jedi OC anyway.)
A little Yoda is a lot easier to draw now after all the practice with Grogu! Should I call Favroni and tell them it was my idea first? XD
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I was obsessed with the Jedi Apprentice series most of all, so of course there had to be more characters for them to get into Shenanigans with for both generations.
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Leronna was Derran's friend, a wise and serious Jedi Master. Derran was the Qui-Gon of the relationship and more of a risk-taker, while Leronna was more solemn to balance her out.
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Their other friend was Mukdon, because I thought a Hutt Jedi would be really cool and unique. To contrast Hutt stereotypes, he was rather un-confident and a worrywart.
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Of course Yoda needed a friend to get into trouble with, so he had Leronna's Padawan Te-Mon Zeyon. Te-Mon was the serious and play it safe one to contrast Yoda being more reckless (I figured he couldn't be that wise and solemn yet but that cheerfully mischievous side had been there the whole time.) Now that I look at him, I think I accidentally designed a Light Side version of Kylo Ren's TFA outfit.
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Last of all my redraws was Tama Ci, a posthumous character and Leronna's first Padawan. Losing her to an illness made Leronna reluctant to take another Padawan and contributed to Te-Mon being more cautious, since he didn't want to risk himself and force his Master to face another loss. I don't remember for sure but I strongly suspect her design was influenced by Aayla Secura, since she's my sister's favorite Jedi and we often tracked down any content or merch of her together.
No I will not post any of the fanfiction... it's baaaaaad. It was written by a preteen and it shows. (No offense to any of you in that age range - just that as an adult, I've learned a lot more since then.) But like favorite dolls you take off the shelf and play with now and then, all these characters hold a special place in my heart. Derran, as my first and most dearest - the core of my first grand plan for a long fic - is very special to me and my oldest "active" OC, now existing as a character in SWTOR.
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The Jedi were escapism and a refuge for me as a kid, just like Din Djarin and his friends are for me now. So that's what I really appreciate most. That even as a preteen/teenager, in all those awkward years, I still had a place to mentally escape and pretend I was a badass space monk who never had to get married and could live in a cool building with a huge library.
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r-2-peepoo · 1 year
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Genuine question as a (somewhat) new Star Wars fan: Does anyone know definitively how the clones accelerated ageing works?
I’ve heard two things. The first and more popular idea is that they have permanent accelerated ageing that spans over their entire lives, effectively cutting their lifespans in half (exemplified by how old Rex seems to be in Rebels). So we can assume all the clones will be long gone by the time Boba and Omega reach middle age (roughly).
This doesn’t feel like it makes total sense though because there’s a ten year gap between ATOC and ROTS by which the clones seem to be visibly older than Obi Wan and so steady, permanent accelerated ageing doesn’t quite add up because they would feasibly age a lot over the course of the war and maybe even be too old by the end of it (my maths isn’t great but Rex, for example, doesn’t seem that much older by the end of the war compared to the start). I’m aware the clones were ordered ten years before Obi Wan discovers them as well but Idk it just doesn’t seem a reliable way of ensuring the clones will be all be the same standard and the Kaminoans are experts at what they do.
Which leads me onto the second idea I’ve seen people say is canon. The accelerated ageing is something that only happens in their youth and isn’t actually part of their natural growth. It comes from an outside source on Kamino and is a concentrated effort by the Kaminoans to have them mature in time to be used in the war and after they leave this ageing process, the faster ageing stops.
I guess my question is, is there an official, canon answer to this? There’s so much information to keep up with and canon is often so inconsistent anyway so I just wondered if I missed something. I’ve only see Clone Wars once (on my second watch rn) so I easily could’ve missed it and fanfics aren’t consistent enough to answer this question. Is there canon material that explains this? Is there additional canon material that discusses the clones in any regard that I should know about? (ie. books, comics, etc.)
TL/DR: Do the clones age twice as fast as regular people for their entire lives or does the accelerated ageing stop when they leave Kamino, making them all roughly middle aged (or however old Tem was when filming AOTC/ROTS) and leaving them roughly 40/50 years of natural life left? Is there an actual canon answer for this or is it just speculation?
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an-angels-fury · 2 years
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About AOTC!Anakin's "stalking":
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I really wanted to understand why so many people call Anakin a 'stalker' in AOTC. I had already read about the meaning of the word and, as far as I remembered, it didn't seem to fit with Anakin. Then, I found another post some hours ago here on Tumblr, affirming this statement again. I finally decided to research about the term to be sure the definition in my head wasn't outdated.
Well, in short: a stalker is a person who practices the obsessive act of spying on or chasing someone, which can reach the unhealthy point of threatening the physical and emotional well being of the victim.
Once again, unless I'm missing some important information, Anakin didn't act like that in ANY moment of the movie. He's assigned as Padme's bodyguard, so it's not like he could simply distance himself and stay away from her since he recieved stricted orders from his superiors to keep her safe.
Now, about his behavior and personality:
Anakin was awkward? Yes, sometimes to the point of sounding extremely embarrassing.
Did Anakin have difficulty to socialize? Yes, but he wasn't always like that. Everyone who watches the Prequels can clearly notice the contrasting (and even kind of scary) difference in the way TPM!Anakin and AOTC!Anakin interect with other people.
Anakin was creepy? Not really, at least not intentionally.
I think the reasons behind those traits are his inexperience with romantic love (he was 19 year-old guy raised as a SLAVE for the first half of his life and then raised by SPACE MONKS for the second half until that point!) and his deep desire to show his feelings and form a connection with another person, but the difficulty in expressing himself in a healthier manner. All of this is related to his upbringing in the Jedi Temple, where he never learned to have a good relationship with his emotions and understand their true meaning. These are factors people should take more in consideration when analyzing Anakin's character.
It's also important to remember that, even saying weird things that could let Padme or someone else uncomfortable, and sometimes failing in behave the way the rest of society expected him to, he admired and respected Padme as a person and when she made her bounderies clear, Anakin would always respect her wishes and back it off, never mistreating her or feeling resentment towards her just because he was feeling frustrated. There was no moment in AOTC where Anakin made something to Padme against her will.
You can argue with me about how unhealthy and problematic their relationship was, list all Anakin's red flags or whatever you want (I might even agree with some of your points). But the 'Anakin stalking Padme' argument is one I have a hard time trying to understand.
(As if this wasn't bad enough, there are people calling Anakin a INCEL as well. Like WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!)
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