#Anakin is such a dad

[aspenstarflare]

AU If Clone wars Anakin traveled into the future and met post season one rebels Ahsoka:

Anakin: [Poofs into existence mid air and falls flat on his face onto the ground]

Anakin: Ow, that hurt! [Lifts his head up] Obi-Wan? Whe- [See’s Ahsoka]

Ahsoka:

Anakin:

Ahsoka:

Anakin: Snips? Wow I must’ve hit my head really hard, you look old, and like really depressed. Like Obi-Wan when Cody drags him to the med bay.

Ahsoka: [Tears up but continues to silently stare]

Anakin: Uh, Snips?

Ahsoka: Shush, I’m waiting for the force vision part where you yell at me for failing you and leaving the order.

Anakin: Force vision? Snips you could never fail me- WAIT YOU WHAT?!

Ahsoka: Hm?

Anakin: How are you so calm??? My Ahsoka would be bouncing off the walls by now.

Ahsoka: I don’t feel anything. Too much has happened for a lifetime and I want to call quits. I’m for sure not your Ahsoka.

Anakin: Oh force. Where’s Obi-Wan?

Ahsoka: Probably Dead.

Anakin:

Anakin: What in the name of the force happened here?!

Ahsoka:

Ahsoka: . . .

Ahsoka: You.

Anakin:

Anakin: To be fair that actually checks out.

Ahsoka: If you’re not a force vision could I get a hug please? The last person I hugged was Rex before I died for the second time.

Anakin: Of course- Wait, WHAT?!

[stealingpotatoes]

I Always love thinking of the AUs where Anakin/Vader raises the twins, partially because of his immaculate dad T-shirts, and also I just love thinking of how he’d react to either of the twins dating a literal criminal (yk ignoring Anakin’s own numerous war crimes) cause I’m sorry Han but you don’t stand a chance

maybe someone should stop ignoring his crimes actually

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[sabictlali]

Perfect interaction with your kiddo

[nothing-but-flowers88]

This picture is amazing, she looks like she just told on Luke and being smug as hell about it

[jedi-starbird]

Palpatine: My boy, Master Kenobi is lying to you!

Anakin: ?...yeah? He does that? Lying is Obi-Wan's favourite sport. Bant told me that he was dropped on his head by Master Qui-Gon when he was a child and Master Qui-Gon was really tall, so the fall shook loose some things in his brain and now Obi-Wan is allergic to giving straight answers. It took me 3 years to figure out his favourite colour. and his birthday. 5 to figure out that he's allergic to shellfish. I once told a restaurant that Obi-Wan can't have shrimp and he told me to "stop giving information to the enemy". I've made a game of it really.

Palpatine: *muttering under his breath* ok try using shrimp next time

Anakin: what?

Palpatine: Nothing!

[milkcioccolato]

Anakin has TWO DADS CONFIRMED!!!

[padmestrilogy]

ruminating on vader further: i think after all these years of Total Cultural Dominance and of course the immense sympathy the prequel trilogy bathes him in, it's easy to overlook how terrified the original trilogy is of vader. he spends very little time as a character and much more as this creeping manifestation of everything our heroes dread. where there's dark, there's vader. where there's violence, there's vader. multiple shots position him against the vastness of space, almost blending into it, just this omnipresent demon. the jedi's plan is to get luke to kill him. that is all. obi-wan and yoda have spent ~2 decades of their lives hoping and praying and aspiring to getting luke to kill him. luke loving vader and bringing him to the light isn’t something they can even entertain, and they think any attempt will only lead to more darkness. it is the ultimate, near-supernatural feat for luke to do so. and even then, vader is in the light for about five minutes and dies in agony. it's why i can't take a lot of posts these days that fret over anakin being possessive or angry or people liking anakin seriously. like first of all, he is the greatest and most famous bottomless pit of misery in american cinema, no amount of anakin blogging will undo that, and he's not real. second of all, star wars works best when it's about this tension between vader as something unspeakable and evil, and vader as a real person that does love and has been loved in return. it's just what's like to have a dad, really,

[miss-musings]

Omega in TBB 1x16: “You’re still their brother, Crosshair. You’re my brother too.”

Luke in ROTJ: “I know there is good in you. The Emperor hasn’t driven it from you fully.”

(EDIT: I made a similar meme for Crosshair and Anakin.)

[galactic-rhea]

The best part of my Sith Raised Anakin AU is that, essentially, Dooku and Sheev are like, the diametrically opposite of Timon and Pumbaa; Evil, AWFUL, gay dads.

You know that part in TLK 1/3 where Simba is a cub and wakes up Timon because he had a nightmare (implied to be about his father's death) and they let him sleep with them?

Anakin would be like "I had a nightmare about my mom dying", and they throw him to a pit to fight against Sith hounds and Nexus and tigers for the whole night, and only check up on him in the morning. If he's alive then trully he must be The Chosen one (like Daniel in the lions' den lmao)

[aspenstarflare]

Anakin on a hologram meeting with the Jedi council while on route to Coruscant after a long campaign:

Anakin clearly exhausted but sitting through the meeting: Yes Masters.

Mace: Skywalker, where is your padawan? She needs to give her report.

Anakin: She’s currently at the medbay, she was injur-

Echo bursting into the room: General! The Commander! She-

Anakin: [Let’s out the most exhausted sigh he’s let out on this whole meeting] She escaped the Medbay?

Echo: Yes general. Kix is leading the torrent to catch her. We could really use your help.

Obi-Wan: Seriously Anakin-

Rex: With all due respect General, Commander Cody himself tells me that you are worse.

Council: . . .

[Loud fighting noises are heard from outside, the sound of things falling over and stun bolt shots and lightsabers are heard]

Ahsoka clearly drugged yelling so loudly they hear it in the hologram room: KIX HAS MORE IMPORTANT PATIENTS! ITS JUST A FEW BLASTER BOLT WOUNDS! YOU’RE NOT TAKING ME ALIVE!!!!

Echo: That’s my cue to go leave. [Runs out of the room setting his gun to stun]

Anakin and Rex: We’re coming with you. [Follows Echo]

Council: [Concerned glances to one other]

[stealingpotatoes]

Ezra and Anakin would have such a cool dynamic if they ever met!

the only AU i have where they properly meet is the skywalkers apart au and their dynamic is um… interesting

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[sabictlali]

Ahem

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Room -- quiet, dark, just blissfully still. SAM MONROE was buried under the duvet, his face hidden, hair a messy sprawl on the pillow. He didn’t move an inch when the door creaked open, nor when soft footsteps walked into the room.

But then--whoosh. Curtains flew open, sunlight streaming in like it was a personal attack against calmness of the sleep. Sam groaned, rolling on his back before throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Mom,” he grumbled, voice raspy. “What the hell?”

“Language,” his mother shot back, tone far too bright for what felt like ungodly hour (even tho he didn't know it was already 10am). “You’re on duty this morning.”

“Duty?” one eye cracking open but Sam swore he already regretted it. “What are you--”

And then came the answer. A soft babble, followed by the unmatchable sound of his toddler, being placed right on the bed.

“No, no, no--Mom, take him back!” Sam tried to sit up, but it was too late. His mother was already at the door.

“Good luck,” she said cheerily before disappearing with a pointed click of the door.

Sam flopped back with a groan, tugging the covers over his head. But Vinnie for a toddler, obviously had other plans. Tiny hands immediately started patting the duvet where sam's face was hiding, tugging at his hair he could find and managed to grab with surprising determination of getting attention from his too young dad.

“Vinnie,” Sam muttered, voice muffled under the blanket. “Stop. I’m trying to sleep.”

A loud, wet giggle answered him and the boy managed to find a spot to crawl under. The boy babbled quietly before the unmistakable sensation of slobber followed as Vinnie pressed his face against Sam’s warm neck.

“Jesus--gross,” Sam groaned, throwing the blanket off as he sat up, glaring at the tiny culprit. Vinnie grinned, all bright eyes and drooly cheeks, clearly pleased with himself.

Hand running down his face. “What do you want, huh? You hungry? Wanna call Grandma back? Because I can’t do this right now.”

Vinnie babbled something unintelligible, his little hands reaching up to grab Sam’s hair again. Sam sighed, leaning his head back against the pillow.

“Yeah, you’re not listening,” he mumbled, lips twitching despite himself. He scooped Vinnie up, settling him on his chest. The toddler immediately nestled against him, content now that he had his dad’s attention.

“Alright, fine,” Sam said, shaking his head. “You win. But don’t expect me to sing or, like, do baby talk. That’s not happening.”

Vinnie babbled some weird, alien (for Sam) words again, clunching his hands to Sam's shirt

Sam sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his son’s head before standing. “Let’s go, little man. If I’m awake, so are you.”

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[fear-is-truth]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER is completely enthralled by your daughter—a nova igniting in his universe, orbiting around the moon that is you—the brightest, most constant light in his life. he’s awestruck by how much the baby girl resembles you, how her tiny features echo your own. he studies the curve of her nose, the pink plush of her lips, even the way her little brow furrows, and everything about her fills him with wonder. the weight of the galaxy ceases to exist in these moments—his world wholly condensed into the moon and star that make his universe worth living in.

at night, your husband sits beside the cradle, using the force to gently rock her while humming fragments of the lullabies his mother used to sing. more often than not, he ends up asleep with your daughter cradled against his chest, her tiny fingers curling securely around one of his. you lean over them both, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead and then to your daughter’s downy head.

as you pull away, anakin stirs, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. he blinks sleepily, lips curving into a drowsy smile, and without a word, he shifts slightly, freeing one arm to pull you closer. his organic hand cups your cheek as he kisses you, sweet and lingering, lips warm like the first rays of tatooine’s twin suns rising over the dunes. when he pulls back, his gaze flickers between you and your daughter, a softness in his eyes that makes your heart swell with love.

“thank you. for everything.”

[ultrainstinctslasher]

Not dad Vader hunting his daughters boyfriend 😭 No but he’d totally do it without hesitation

[athenaluthor]

Living Daylights ~ Darth Vader.

summary: Husband!Vader comes home angry and he needs to let out some anger.

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, SMUT, Unburnt!Vader, Dubcon, Creampie, Rough, PiV, Domestic Vader, mentions of kids.

Word count - 1.6k

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Comfortably sat on the living room sofa, she waited for her husband. Though he would never admit it, he enjoyed having someone greet him after a long day. A familiar face to wash away the troubles of the day right when he walks through the door.

Truth be told, she needed it too. Working from home while taking care of two incredibly restless boys was exhausting, especially when both were terribly ill from a flu being passed around at school. Between runny noses, high fevers and tears; she clearly needed a break from being pulled in a million different directions.

The attendants scurry to open the door for him, quickly scrambling away right after, none wanting to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

The sound of Vader's ship landing snaps her out her trance rather abruptly. Looking out, she sees him storming out of it the moment the ship is secured on the landing pad. He was infuriated, his footsteps echoing loudly, a clear show of his anger.

Testing the waters, she gently calls out to him “Vader..?”.

She receives no reply. His body is unusually rigid, making the hairs on her body rise. Days like this would usually end with her laying on her back, legs spread and him mercilessly pounding away at her. Not that she minds, but tonight she prays that it wouldn't be the case, she barely had any energy left. Vader undeniably enjoyed fucking the living daylights out of his wife.

Usually, he would give her a chaste kiss on the lips or cheek before grabbing her hand to retire to their bedroom. He wouldn't ask for much, just some help with his suit and sometimes a bath. On some occasions, he'd ask her to help with his strained muscles or injuries.

Today, he was nothing of that sort. Vader grabs her arm and pulls her roughly towards their shared quarters. A chill runs down her spine. The last time this occurred, she could barely walk after. Vader had taken her so many times and so hard that night that she blacked out several times. Thank the Maker that their bedroom had been soundproofed. She prayed that their children would never see what Vader would do to her. Vader's was insatiable especially when he was angry.

“Vader? What's wrong?” she asks again only to receive a low grunt from him.

Admittedly, the past few months had been hectic, Vader had been engulfed and utterly preoccupied with work, while she tried to wrangle two young boys at home. They've barely seen one another without being interrupted by work or their children. She didn't need to see his face to know he was angry and frustrated.

The moment they make it through the door, Vader tosses her onto the bed. He was mostly careful with her in bed, save for the occasions where he was angry. The rough act earned a rather terrified whimper from her, surprised by his abruptness.

Then, he unclasps his helmet, dropping it to the floor with a loud clang. Wasting no time, he pounces on top of her, roughly kissing her with vigor. His hands were roaming her body as if he was mapping her out. Taken aback, she places her hands on his chest, trying to make him slow down and to let her breathe.

Within no time, Vader managed to tear off her clothes off her body. Judging by his acts, he was in no mood to play and jest. His eyes were filled with rage and lust, he looked every bit the Sith Lord people feared.

Vader begins to strip himself of his suit, each piece thrown aside without a thought. He would pick them up later once he was done fucking his wife, his beautiful wife.

Then, Vader buries his face in her neck, beginning his assault of kisses and leaving a trail of red spots in his wake. He adored marking her skin, letting the galaxy know she was his.

Vader's hand moves down to her clit, pinching it. She lets out a small noise, surprised at the action. Vader toys with her clit and runs his tongue across her nipples.

“Vader! Gods, slow down!” she begs him.

Without warning, he inserts two of his large fingers in her. Earning a moan of both pleasure and pain escapes me at the sudden intrusion. She wasn't wet enough for it yet, and he knew it. Vader thrusts his fingers in and out of her without care, sending a sharp pain through her. He knew she liked it when he was rough, how wet she would get when he had his way with her.

Vader's mouth is now on her clit, his tongue flicking the bundle of nerves while his fingers violate her. Vader knew how to make me pliable, bending to his every command. He knew how to turn her to a pile of moans, to have her pussy leaking for him.

He begins to toy between flicking his tongue on her clit and sucking it, making her so,so wet. Her hands reach down to his head, grabbing the head of soft blonde curls as he made her head spin.

Vader then curls his fingers towards my sweet spot, earning a rather loud moan from her. His cock was so hard by now, he needed to fuck her soon.

She could feel the pressure build in her lower belly, taut and dizzying. Vader knew how to read her cues. How her walls would clench when her orgasm was building or how cunt would be dripping wet, soaking his fingers and the sheets. His pace was relentless, pistoning his fingers in and out of her so quickly.

Trying to hold herself together, she grasped at anything she could. Feeling the pressure grow tauter and tauter until it eventually snaps, sending her body into blind pleasure. Moaning and tossing around as her body came.

Vader drank up her moans, reveling in how her back would arch and how she clenched down on his fingers as she came. He did not stop, continuing to finger her through it, his mouth also continued its assault on her. He loved overstimulating his wife.

“Va-vader! It's too much! Give me a break, please!” she begs, back arching from pleasure.

“You can take it. Even if you can't, I'll make sure you do.”

The second orgasm builds up so quickly, the pleasure made her body shake. Her clit was overstimulated and her hole was sore from his fingers. She tries to close my legs together but Vader quickly pins them down.

“Try that again and you'll regret it, wife.”

Her second orgasm hits and her mind is empty. Only thoughts of her husband having his way with her remained. The pleasure was too much all at once, earning incoherent moans and screams from her. She can't seem to catch her breath,her body wildly thrashes on the bed. As Vader slips his fingers out of her, her body is limp, tired from the overstimulation.

Vader positions his hard cock between her legs and she had no energy to resist. Vader's lust was insatiable at times. Regardless of what she wanted, he would fuck her when he wanted to fuck me.

Vader slides his cock inside her, her cunt was dripping, making it easier for him to fuck her. Her walls were so warm and tight, Vader had to resist the urge to come immediately like a teenage boy.

Despite being wet enough, the stretch still stung. Vader's cock was long and girthy and a few months without sex made it even harder to take.

It didn't help that Vader was not gentle, he thrusted his whole length in without hesitation, bottoming out in her. She let out a pained groaned while he moans loudly.

He wasted no time. Vader began thrusting in and out of her roughly, his pace unwavering. He needed to fuck her, he needed to bury himself so deep inside his wife. The head of his cock hit her cervix repeatedly, making her scream. She hoped he wouldn't fuck her all night, she didn't think she could take it.

Vader was sure she would be so sore in the morning. He hadn't fucked her in so long, her pussy was so tight.

“God, you're so deep. Just, slow down.” she pants.

“I can't. I kriffing can't! You feel too good wrapped around me.” he says, sounding breathless.

Vader buries his face in her neck as he continues to pound into his wife. Grunting into her neck with each thrust, shaking the bed as he does so. The sharp pain his rough pounding caused made her head spin, reducing her to moans and whimpers of pain and pleasure.

Vader pins her hands above her head, while he kisses her lips roughly. Vader loved to kiss her while she moaned, her moans drive him crazy. So crazy that he'd fuck her for hours just to hear them.

As he fucked her hard, her third orgasm approaches. This time, the pleasure builds so quickly she could barely think. Her body hadn't felt this much pleasure in months.

One of Vader's hands reaches down to rub her clit, he knew by the way she tightened around his cock. He knew she was close. So, Vader's fingers reach down and plays with her clit. Vader's fingers on her clit pushed over the edge.

She screams into their kiss as she came around his cock. Vader grunts in reply as her walls clamped down on his cock. Vader loved the way her legs shook, overwhelmed by pleasure. He loved how fucked out she looked under him.

Vader pulls away from their kiss and says“You’re so tight when you come on my cock. I can barely move, fuck! You love it when I fuck the living daylights out of you, huh?”.

Vader's pace does not falter even after she came. By this point, she could barely process what was happening. His thrusts, his grunts and his kisses all pushed me to edge of her limits. Her body was riddled with pleasure and exhaustion as he fucked her.

Vader pinches her nipples and slaps her breasts and he fucks her. His roughness made her breathless. His grunts only spurred her on. Fueling the pleasure in her veins and she could feel his thrusts becoming more and more frantic, he was close. He would come soon and he would fill her with his come, stuff her so full of him.

She loved being filled by him, having his seed in her. She loved it when he treated her like this.

Suddenly, Vader grips her hips and lifts them slightly. He increased his speed, pounding her like his life depended on it. Anyone watching would think Vader had gone insane.

His pace was relentless and his grunts echoed through their bedroom. Vader wraps one of his hands around her throat, putting slight pressure on it.

She moaned his name repeatedly, trying to hold on to the edges of her consciousness as her Vader fucks her. The lack of air making it harder for her to stay conscious.

Vader comes with a loud groans and grunts, rutting wildly into her. Vader shoots his seed deep inside her womb, painting her insides.

The feel of his seed her was euphoric. It pushed another orgasm through her body. Her body shook as he continued to thrust into her softly through both of their climax. Vader lets go of her throat right as she was about to faint.

Her vision darkens for a few moments, her body unable to handle the pleasure and exhaustion. Laying there limp and satiated with her husband buried deep inside her, where he belongs.

Vader softly strokes her cheek, trying to rouse her back to reality. She opens her eyes to the sight of him looking at her with worried eyes.

“You still there?” He softly asks.

Too weak to answer, she merely nods. Her skin was sticky, her heart was beating wildly and she was barely able to catch her breath.

Vader slides himself out of her slowly, his seed dripping out of her and soaking the sheets. Vader's cock hardens slightly at the sight. His seed coming out her hole was enough to make him want to fuck her again.

Worried about over exhausting her, he refrains. He slowly lifts her up and sets her on the bed properly. Laying her limp body down, head on the pillow and comfortable.

Somewhere in her daze, he cleaned her up with a damp towel and tucked her in. The room was warm and cozy which made her smile. He adjusted the temperature so they both would be comfortable.

When she woke, he had just came out of the shower and dressed only in long pants. Sliding into bed, his skin was cool against hers. He pulled her into his arms, allowing her head to be resting on his chest.

“I heard the boys were sick today. You stayed home with them?” He asks.

“They were. Some flu has been going around at school. Their fevers have broke so they should be better in a few days.”

“What did the doctor say?”

“Not much. Gave them medicine and advised they rest. Told me to monitor their temperatures and coughs, and call him if they get worse."

“I'm sorry.”

“Hmm? About what?”

“I came home and fucked the living daylights out of you without even greeting you.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Was it too much?”

“A little. What was it about, hm? You don't usually come home that angry.” I ask, tracing patterns on his chest.

“Nothing you should concern your pretty little head about. You should sleep. I can tell you're tired.” He replies while rubbing my arms softly.

He's avoiding telling her about it. She's learned not to prod when he's not ready to talk, he's Vader. He won't talk until he wants to.

Once she's asleep on his chest, Vader's mind wanders off. He would not include her in his plans, it was too dangerous. But soon, very soon, they would be free.

Free from the Emperor.

He slips out of bed and heads to his children's bedroom. Vader couldn't sleep anyways, he might as well check on his children. Seeing them would help him ground himself and calm down.

He slips inside their rooms quietly, not wanting to wake them up. He checks on each of the boys' temperature, making sure their fevers weren't too high. He stood there for a while watching them peacefully sleep. They were pure and untainted by the world around them, unlike him.

He would make sure Palpatine would never touch any of them again. Not his wife, not his children.

His youngest stirred awake, the bluest sleepy eyes staring back at him. He could tell the little boy was on the verge of tears, probably uncomfortable from being sick.

He gently picks up the boy and soothes him. His wife and eldest were sound asleep, he didn't want them to wake up as well. Vader's youngest son melts in his arms, and so does he. His son buries his tiny face into Vader's neck.

The little boy still had a slight fever and was probably still uncomfortable. Vader could feel the little boy's tears on his neck. Vader couldn't resist loving his two boys. He would much rather die before letting Palpatine dig his claws into them as well.

So, he'll fight. Palpatine will be gone and defeated. He swears it.