#& anakin

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: nerd!christian!anakin x reader

𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓕𝓕 ❦

Church’s small youth center was eerily quiet, except for the soft sound of Anakin adjusting the plates of brownies on the table. His brows furrowed in concentration, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he double-checked the arrangement. Chips, drinks, napkins—all perfectly placed in neat rows like he’d rehearsed. His Bible sat open nearby, bursting with colorful sticky notes and underlined verses. Today was super special for him. He was the one who would preach this Friday. He had everything ready - earlier he asked too many people, watched too many videos, prayed so much for today's day, just so he wouldn't mess anything. He wanted it to be great, to be reflective of what God put in his heart

He glanced at the clock, fingertips nervously tapping on the table. It was already ten minutes past the start time, and no one had shown up. The brownies he’d baked with his mom the night before—her recipe, with extra chocolate chips—sat untouched. He tried so hard so everything would be acceptable, would be remarkable. His heart sank a little as he fidgeted with the corner of a sticky note, biting his lower lip.

When the door finally creaked open, his head snapped up, hope lighting up his face. But instead of the youth group, it was just you.

“Hey, Ani,” you said, out of breath, clutching your bag. “Sorry I’m late, there was traffic, and—” You stopped mid-apology, taking in the empty room, the neatly laid-out snacks, and Anakin, sitting there awkwardly with a shy smile, like a hurt puppy.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, waving a hand. “You don’t have to stay. I’ll just, um… pack everything up. Guess tonight wasn’t meant to be.” His voice was soft, but there was a flicker of disappointment in his tone. He stood up and started gathering the plates, but you stepped forward, stopping him with a gentle touch to his wrist.

“Wait,” you said, smiling. “Why would I go home when my boyfriend made all this? You worked so hard, Ani. We can still have Bible study—just the two of us.”

His cheeks flushed pink, and he glanced at the floor, adjusting his glasses. “I mean… you don’t have to. I-I know this probably isn’t how you wanted to spend your night—”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, soft and sweet, lingering just long enough to make him freeze in place. “I want to stay,” you said firmly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

The blush on his face deepened, and his lips twitched into the tiniest, most bashful smile. “Really?” voice barely reaching above the whisper

“Really,” you replied, grabbing a brownie and biting into it. You moaned at the sugary treat dissolve in your mouth “And these are amazing, by the way.”

Anakin’s shoulders relaxed, and he let out a small laugh. He took from you your jacket, pulled a chair for you like a gentleman before sitting by your side, your jacket perfectly put over the arms of the chair “Well, I guess I could, um… start with tonight’s passage? I was gonna talk about Proverbs 3:5-6…” He opened his Bible, thumbing through the pages with a little too much eagerness.

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[jedis-posts]

What's funny is it's an anagram of Anakin, plus one extra k

I will never get over Obi-Wan naming his eopie Akkani.

[cursedjewel]

behind the scenes of aotc

[zayns-babygirl143]

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Hayden Christensen photo dump

[princessfantaghiro]

Many years ago :

Now:

Me:

[samanthadoodles]

Anakin Skywalker 💔

Print made for Fan Expo Chicago 2024. Signed by Hayden Christensen at the event.

[reevesartisse]

SITH! OBI-WAN & ANAKIN SKYWALKER | WHAT IF? STAR WARS BY ME. I always liked the idea of Obi-Wan corrupted by the dark side, so i made this. Star Wars really needs a what if show.

[spaceymaseyy]

Hayden Christensen for EMPIRE magazine (2024)

[amarcia]

I've had this silly headcanon for a while that Anakin simply saw Padme give birth in his vision and got absolutely dramatic over it. "She will die!" "No Skywalker it always looks this way"

@jedijune 04 Cross-lineage mentorship

✨🌙 ART LOG -> @404ama

[prequelsnet]

@prequelsnet prequels appreciation week: day 5 — found family

↳ The Disaster Lineage

[klara-nya]

Nothing better than cats being cute to cope.

I have a lot of ideas and wips, I already sketched The Bad Batch in a big cat pile together cuddling and a I want to draw ref sheets for each one too.

More Star Wars Cats here: Clones refs, Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

new hayden fan nonnie again, i am ready to officially join the fam (if you’ll have me)! may i be 🐮 anon?

also i have a fic request! would you be open to writing one where nerdy!anakin meeting his favorite book author who happens to be reader? or anakin could be the book author and the reader is the fan? either sounds cute to me, have fun with it!

thank you, bunny!!

- 🐮

PAIRING: writer!nerd!anakin x f!reader/ nerd!anakin x f!writer!reader

Author's note: OFC YOU CAN POOKIE!! and that's such a cute emoji 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (couldn't help myself and made two scenarios you mentioned)

𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓕𝓕 ❦

You weren’t nervous.

Nope. Not at all.

Just because you were about to meet the ANAKIN SKYWALKER, the actual author of your favorite book series—the one whose words had ruined you, rebuilt you, and left you obsessing over every single character, every emotion described on the paper—did not mean you had to freak out.

Except, you were totally freaking out.

Fingers clutched his book against your chest as if it may shield you from crushing your nerves adrenaline, while you stood in line, shifting on your feet, trying not to think about the fact that in a few minutes, you’d be face-to-face with him.

And then suddenly— way too soon—it was your turn.

You stepped forward, heart pounding. Hands sweating

He looked up.

Oh.

You were not prepared for how pretty he was in real life.

The grainy black-and-white author photo in the book didn’t do him justice—those messy curls framed his face in a way that made your stomach flip, glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose, and his sweater sleeves were pushed up, exposing lean forearms dusted with veins running up his body

God really took his time creating him.

He blinked at you, pushing his glasses up with two fingers. “Hi.”

His voice was soft, a little hesitant, like he wasn’t really used to this—like he didn’t know the power, the impact he had.

You swallowed, barely keeping your composure. “H-Hi,” you managed, setting his, well..yours, book down in front of him. “I—um—I love your books. A lot. Like, I might have reread them too many times.”

A soft flush crept up his neck. He ducked his head, scribbling something in the book. “That’s—uh—thank you. That means a lot. Really.”

Your heart clenched. He was adorable.

You leaned forward slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have to know—how did you come up with him?” You tapped the book cover, referring to the broody, tortured love interest that had single-handedly ruined your life. “Because I swear, he haunts my dreams.”

Anakin let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you with this disgustingly-twisting-gut eyes “Uh—he just… appeared, I guess.” He smiled sheepishly. “You’re actually, um, not the first person to say that.”

You grinned. “Well, he’s perfect. And kind of my biggest crush.”

His pen froze mid-signature.

Oh my gosh..what have you done?

He cleared his throat, fumbling slightly as he handed the book back to you. “That’s—uh—good to know.”

You peeked at what he’d written, expecting just a simple signature. But beneath his name, a small note made your breath hitch and your lips to crack in a small, nervous smile:

«To the girl with excellent taste—if you ever want to discuss my characters over coffee, let me know.»

Your head snapped up. He was already looking at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Your stomach flipped.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER had planned this day for weeks. Checked the bookstore’s event schedule at least a dozen times. He had to make sure he was on the right time, the right day, wore the right clothes for this occasion. For weeks he had practiced what he’d say in the mirror, only to stammer like an idiot each time. But now that he was here, standing in line, gripping a hardcover copy of your book so tightly his knuckles were white—he felt like he might pass out.

The line moved too quickly. One second, he was behind a group of fans, and the next—

“Next, please!”

His breath caught in his throat.

Sitting behind the table, a warm, inviting smile on your lips painted your face as you reached for his book. “Hi,” you greeted, voice soft, smooth, the same voice he’d listened to in countless interviews. “What’s your name?”

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

God.

You were even prettier in real life.

“I—uh, it’s Anakin,” he managed, adjusting his glasses like it would somehow fix the fact that he was a mess. “I—wow, okay, sorry, I just—uh, I love your books. Like, a lot.”

A soft laugh left you, and his heart nearly stopped, did a flip, hit his insides and went back to its place.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you, Anakin.” You took the book from his shaking hands and flipped to the title page. Gosh, you said his name in the most sweetest way possible. Was it how heaven felt like? “Do you want me to write anything specific?”

“Uh, um—” He cursed himself for being so awkward, so nervous. He was a grown man for Force’s sake. “I—your characters. The way you write them. It’s like they’re real.” He pushed his glasses up again, desperate to say something intelligent but it made no sense in the sudden conversation. “I feel like I know them. Like they’ve… changed me.”

Your pen stilled. Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his.

For a second, he panicked—had he said too much? Sounded too intense? Was it too weird? But then, your expression softened

“That’s probably the best thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Anakin swore his heart exploded.

You smiled, scribbling something inside his book before sliding it back to him. “I’m really glad my stories meant something to you, Anakin.”

He stared at the book, at your signature, but what was the most important was the small note beneath it:

«To Anakin—thank you for feeling my words the way they were meant to be felt.»

His throat went dry.

Before he could even think, the words slipped out. “Would you—” He swallowed hard. “Would you ever want to talk about writing? Over coffee? Or tea—if you like tea, that’s totally fine, I—”

Your lips twitched. “Are you asking me out?”

His face burned. “I—uh—”

But then you grinned.

Oh.

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Maybe at the end of the day this was a story worth writing, too.

[phantasm-echo]

Cody and Obi-Wan are such parents—

they mean so much to me ;-;

[redn1ghtcrawler]

Have a sad anakin /suitless Vader.

a friend asked me to make a print out of this xD Never did any prints before.

[tygerfortart]