#Vader: it is too late for me now

[hearts4hughes]

LOOSE END | ANAKIN SKYWALKER X READER

warnings: mentions of killing ; angst angst angst ; read at your own risk

anakin skywalker is the love of your life. you don’t remember when it started, only that it grew, slowly at first, like the glow of a distance star. late-night missions where he’d pull you from the wreckage, breathless and grinning. the way he’d linger just a second too long when he caught your arm, eyes flicking to your lips like a promise. the stolen moments in the temple gardens, fingers brushing, whispers in the dark, his breath warm against your ear as he vowed to protect you.

he loved you recklessly, with the fire of a thousand suns. you loved him back just as fiercely, always meeting him halfway. you were his rock, his will to live, his weakness.

and he’s about to kill you.

his shift to the dark side was just as you fell in love—swift, reckless, and all consuming. he came over less and less, his words got shorter, colder. it all led up to now.

he stood in front of you, his body tensed like a bowstring pulled taunt, moments from snapping. his mind swirled like a vicious storm. in the storm he could barely think, he could barely breathe. all he saw was you, and he couldn’t reach you in time.

“anakin, put your saber down,” your voice shakes. your hands are held in front of you like a shield. “you’re just stressed-”

“don’t tell me what i am!” he growls, eyes absent of its usual sparkle. he doesn’t sound like himself. he’s merely a puppet, and senator palpatine has no problem pulling his strings.

you shook your head. tears well in your eyes, blurring your vision. “this isn’t you, anakin. what happened to the boy who saved me on malachor?” he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut to keep up his walls. he steps closer, his heavy footstep making you subconsciously move back. “what happened to the boy who promised he’d always protect me?”

“i’ve changed!” he snarls, raw and dripping, like a predators roar. “that anakin was weak. he was foolish. he thought love could save him.”

you cry, body shaking with utter heartbreak. your throat constricts around your words, and when you finally whisper them, you sound like prey. “love did save you.”

“love distracted me. it held me back.” he bellows, stepping closer with each word. the wall is cold against your bare back. you had worn this dress to surprise him, to reintroduce the spark into your relationship, but whatever was left of the spark died out along with your anakin.

with your shoulders against the cold stone, a chill seeps into your skin. you turn your head, mouth dry, keeping your gaze fixed anywhere but on him, as if distance can be forced by sheer will alone. his presence, burning and unrelenting, presses closer, filling the space you tried to claim for yourself.

his breath fans against your skin, but you don’t get goosebumps, you don’t get butterflies. instead, your stomach drops like a weight. your heart squeezes, shattering with each heavy breath of his.

“i love you, anakin skywalker.” you breathe out. your voice is weak, ridden with a terrified whine.

“you are my greatest weakness.” he says, his lightsaber hissing as he ignites it. blue fills your senses, contrasting with the fire in his eyes. “and darth vader doesn’t have any weaknesses.”

with the thrust of his hand, your body goes numb. you don’t even feel the burn in your stomach, only the breaking of your heart. the fire in anakin’s eyes flickers, shadows pooling in their depths, like he can’t stand the weight of what he’s done.

as your body falls, he falls with you. fear is etched into his face like a scar. fear of what he’s done; fear of who he’s become; fear that he has killed the person he loved most in the entire galaxy.

his hands cling to you, trembling as he cries out. the same hands that wrote your ruin, that shattered the very thing they swore to protect.

[speaknowgirl3184]

omg can I pls request a fic where anakin does turn to the dark side but then sees the twins he has with the reader and tries to idk redeem himself? with like a shit ton of angst but then a little light of hope in the end

im really bad at explaining what exactly the request really Is but u get the gist of it😭

Ashes To Stars

Unburnt! Darth Vader x female reader

As the galaxy burns under the Empire’s shadow, a lost love and hidden children may be the only light strong enough to reach what remains of Anakin Skywalker.

Warning: ANGST, Major character death, killings, death, funeral, gore, kinda war. (Let me know if there is anything else).

Word Count: 2.2k

Masterlist

Before

The Jedi Temple burned behind you, its flames licking the Mustafar skyline like fingers of hell reaching toward the heavens. A grotesque parody of a funeral pyre, for hope, for peace, for everything the Jedi Order once stood for.

You had arrived too late.

Smoke thick as mourning shrouds coiled around the great stone pillars, charring once-pristine walls with soot and sorrow. You stumbled through the carnage, boots slipping in blood and ash, the stench of death clinging to your robes and searing itself into your lungs.

Tiny bodies, so many of them, scattered like broken dolls on the marble floor. Limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Faces frozen in fear. Lightsabers still gripped in small, trembling hands that would never grow strong enough to wield them again.

You dropped to your knees beside one of the younglings, brushing a strand of hair from their wide, glassy eyes. You bit down a sob.

“Anakin,” you gasped, your voice hoarse from smoke and disbelief. “Anakin, where are you?”

No answer came.

Only silence.

Then—

Snap-hiss.

The hum of a lightsaber igniting echoed in the ruined hall like a war drum.

A blade, red as spilled blood, pierced the gloom.

Your eyes lifted.

And there he stood.

Your Anakin… and yet not.

His silhouette emerged from the shadows like a nightmare carved from obsidian. Cloaked in darkness, his saber casting hellish light across the smoldering temple, he looked more wraith than man. His face was impassive, carved from stone, but those eyes—

Gone was the sun-gold warmth that once danced in his gaze when he looked at you.

Now his irises burned a molten amber, twin infernos of hate and agony and something worse than rage—emptiness.

“Anakin?” Your voice cracked, nearly drowned by the crackling of flames and the weight of the moment. You took a step forward. “What have you done?”

He didn’t speak.

Only stared.

You wanted to reach for him. Wanted to believe this was a trick, a vision, some dark Force illusion. But the truth lay around you, splattered on the floor in crimson and silence.

Your hand hovered over your lightsaber hilt. You didn’t draw it.

He did.

He was trying to kill you.

And some twisted part of you understood why. Because you knew him. Knew the guilt would rot him alive if he let you live. You were the last piece of the old Anakin. The last witness.

If you lived, he couldn't hide from what he'd become.

He wouldn't let that happen.

Not willingly.

You survived. Barely.

It took everything, every drop of strength, every trick Obi-Wan ever taught you, every prayer you’d never believed in, to get away.

Mustafar nearly finished the job.

Lava scorched the sky, a mirror to the fire that had swallowed the Temple. You collapsed on blackened rock, your body broken, saber gone, breath shallow and wet with blood. You remembered the smell of burning flesh, his screams, and the stench of betrayal seeping into your skin like poison.

You had seen him fall.

And you had still reached for him.

“Please, come back. You don’t have to do this.”

“You’re a liar.” “I loved you.”

“You killed everything we ever were.”

He hadn’t hesitated. Not then.

You crawled away from that planet half-dead, dragging yourself aboard a stolen ship, your limbs barely responding, the pain a constant roar in your ears.

You didn’t know how long you drifted in space, slipping in and out of consciousness. Sometimes you screamed. Sometimes you prayed.

And sometimes you whispered his name.

Anakin.

Anakin.

Anakin.

But he didn’t answer.

Not until the Force began whispering back.

Not until you felt it—a pulse, faint but persistent. A flicker of life inside your broken body.

It started as a warmth low in your belly, a tiny flutter like a star being born. You thought it was the pain, a hallucination.

Until the Force wrapped around you like a breath.

Two heartbeats.

Not just your own.

You were pregnant.

And that was the moment the last piece of you shattered.

You wept for Anakin Skywalker.

The man who had died with his hands soaked in the blood of the future.

The man who would never hold his children.

The man you loved more than anything.

Even now.

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Years Later

The Outer Rim was harsh, but you raised your children in its shadows. Two of them, twins. Luke, steady and protective, with his father’s quiet strength. Leia, fierce and luminous, her eyes full of fire and stars.

You told them stories of the Jedi. You told them of a man named Anakin Skywalker, who blazed through the galaxy like a supernova, too bright, too fast, trying to hold back fate with bare, bleeding hands. But you never spoke of Darth Vader.

But the war never truly ended for you. You moved often. You taught them to hide, to bury their power. The Force pulsed strong in both, and the galaxy was no place for children of Skywalker blood.

You dreamed of him sometimes. The man with sun-touched curls and a smile that softened even your darkest days. The one who kissed your bruised knuckles after battle and promised that if there was ever a peace, he’d build you a home on Naboo.

Sometimes, even now, you still woke up crying.

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Now

The Empire was relentless. It never stopped hunting.

You were a fracture in its foundation. A splinter of the past the Emperor never managed to crush beneath his boot. A memory wrapped in flesh. A threat.

So it was only a matter of time.

Vader found you on Dantooine.

The wind was sharp that morning. The sun low and veiled by ash-grey clouds. The cold arrived first. Then the silence.

Then the dread.

You barely had time to usher the children into the underground chamber, heart hammering, before the bunker doors blew inward with a metallic shriek.

They came in like a flood, stormtroopers, faceless and ruthless, shouting orders you didn’t hear as they seized your arms and forced you to your knees in the dust. Your cheek scraped the stone floor, blood smearing your lip. You didn’t struggle. There was no point. You could already feel him drawing closer, every step a thunderclap in your soul.

And then he appeared.

Black armor. Labored breathing. A towering shadow of death, framed in smoke and ruin. The mask was the same you’d seen in holos, the one children feared and rebels cursed. But it wasn’t just a mask to you.

It was a tombstone for the man you loved.

Your throat clenched. Your heart tried to crawl out of your chest. You couldn't breathe, not from fear—but from knowing. Because behind that mask was Anakin. Your Anakin.

Or what was left of him.

“You should have died,” he said. His voice wasn’t his. It came through a filter, flat and warped and wrong. It sounded mechanical and hollow.

Your fingers curled into the floor.

“And yet I didn’t,” you spat, tasting copper. “Neither did they.”

For a moment, there was nothing.

Then his head turned, the mechanical whirring was the only sound.

“They?” he repeated, slow. Almost cautious.

And then, like a wire pulled tight between you, the Force cracked like a whip.

He felt them.

His body stilled, like stone beneath ice.

Two presences pulsed in the distance. Two familiar, flickering stars. Bright. Trembling. Luke’s resolve was already hardening, his small fingers wrapping around the hilt of his training saber. Leia’s fear shone brighter, like fire, but it didn’t crack. She was afraid, yes, but not broken.

He felt all of it.

And you saw the tremor ripple through his stance like lightning striking the sea.

“No…” you whispered, barely audible, tears springing to your eyes. “Please. Anakin... not them.”

The name, Anakin, split the air like a scar. It clung there, heavy and hollow, a word too full of history.

He didn’t speak. But he didn’t move, either.

You saw his hand twitch. Not toward his saber.

"Look at me," you said, voice trembling. "Look at what you became. Look at what they could be. Don’t let this be it. Don’t let this be how it ends."

Something cracked in the silence. Not out loud. Inside him.

The air grew heavy, tense, like the galaxy itself held its breath.

The stormtroopers were frozen, unsure whether to fire or wait for a command. You weren’t sure what would happen either. You were trembling, whether from fear or hope, you didn’t know.

And then, with slow, almost painful movements, Vader stepped forward.

And removed his helmet.

It hissed as it detached. The sound was final. Like the slamming of a coffin lid, only backward. A door opening, instead of closing.

He looked... ruined.

Older. Worn. Paler than you remembered. Scars crawled across his skin like jagged cracks in porcelain, and his eyes, his eyes, they were sunken, haunted things.

But they were his.

Blue, beneath all that shadow. Just barely.

And the moment he saw them, really saw them, everything stopped.

Two small figures stepped into the threshold of the hallway behind you, drawn by something they couldn’t name. Luke, wide-eyed, tense with uncertainty. Leia, brave as ever, her hands clenched at her sides even as her lip quivered.

The second he saw them, Anakin Skywalker fell to his knees.

Not in pain.

Not to dominate.

To beg.

His saber deactivated and dropped beside him with a thud.

“I didn’t know,” he rasped, voice barely more than a whisper through scarred lungs. “I didn’t know you lived. I thought—I thought I killed you—I saw you fall—"

His voice broke, and so did your heart.

You didn’t know how you moved, only that you were in front of him, the twins behind you. He looked at them like they were ghosts.

Leia stepped forward first. Brave little flame. She looked at him, chin held high, and said in a voice far too soft for the moment:

“Mom said you were a hero.”

Anakin flinched as if struck.

A breath escaped him, ragged, wounded. His shoulders crumpled, hands shaking. His fingers curled against the floor, as if trying to hold on to something slipping too fast through his grasp.

You moved closer.

Kneeling in front of him, you reached out and gently touched his cheek.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t pull away.

You saw it then, the flicker. The flicker of the boy who’d held you beneath Naboo’s waterfalls. The man who kissed your stomach when you first told him you wanted a family. The warrior who fought with too much passion and loved with too much fire.

“You still can be,” you whispered, your voice breaking in two. “It’s not too late. Come back. Please. Let them know their father.”

Silence.

Then a sound.

Snap-hiss.

Your breath caught.

But the blade wasn’t red.

It was blue.

He turned it, not on you, not on the children, but against the stormtroopers still standing dumbfounded by the door. Against the monster he had become. Against everything Palpatine ever chained him to.

He moved like the wind. Efficient. Cold, but not cruel. He didn’t slaughter them for vengeance.

He did it for you.

For them.

For the light still buried beneath years of shadow.

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Later

You buried him beneath the trees of Naboo.

A quiet resting place, where the wind sounded like laughter, and the light through the leaves looked like peace. Where the water shimmered like glass and the grass remembered bare feet and kisses stolen under moonlight.

You chose the spot where he'd once told you he wanted to build a home. Back when his eyes were still blue, when the war hadn’t yet carved him into someone else. When you’d both believed, naïvely, foolishly, bravely, that peace was possible.

Leia’s hands trembled as she laid her bouquet down, delicate blossoms she'd gathered herself, wrapped in a strip of her old tunic. She didn’t cry, not where anyone could see. But she stayed closest to the grave, as if trying to understand the shape of a man she’d never truly known.

Luke stood beside her, quiet and still, his eyes fixed on the horizon like he was trying to see the galaxy their father once believed he could save.

The stone you placed was simple.

No titles. No rank.

Just a name.

Anakin Skywalker.

The one he finally earned again.

As the final clumps of soil were placed and the wildflowers arranged, Leia knelt beside you. Her small fingers laced through yours. Her voice was soft, almost unsure.

“Did he say anything? At the end?”

You turned your head, you swallowed against the grief swelling in your throat and smiled through the ache.

“He said he loved you,” you whispered. “Both of you. And me.”

There was a long silence after that. No one moved. Even the wind seemed to still, as if the world itself wanted to preserve the moment.

Then Luke stepped closer.

Without a word, he took your hand.

And as the three of you stood there, beneath the trees where love had once bloomed and returned to die, you looked up.

The stars shimmered above you.

Endless.

Quiet.

Hopeful.

Like maybe, just maybe, there was still something out there waiting to be healed.

Something worth fighting for.

Something worth remembering.

Something like hope.

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I loved this rec, I hope it matched their expectations. Also sorry for the sad ending but at least it was happier than my other stuff. 💗 Tysm for reading everyone hope you enjoyed!!

[snapscube]

Can I ask what your favorite PC controller is? I need a new one and I trust you infinitely more than any Amazon review

right now it's either the GameSir Cyclone 2, the Flydigi Vader 4 Pro, or the 8bitdo Ultimate 2 Bluetooth. I'm using the 8bitdo a lot right now but I would hesitate to FULLY recommend it because there has been some slight quality control inconsistency with the mechanical trigger stops. The GameSir Cyclone 2 and the Vader 4 Pro have very similar feature sets between the two of them and the differences mainly come down to aesthetics and build quality. The Vader 4 has some extra features like tension adjustment rings around the analog sticks that work very nice and it also just overall has fantastic premium feeling materials. It also has arguably the best and smoothest analog sticks I have ever felt on a controller. The biggest downside being it doesn't come with a charge stand, you have to buy and have one shipped separately and tbh the stand is not very good imo, it's way too bulky and its hard to set the controller on consistently without some fiddling each time. The Cyclone 2 and 8bitdo are cheaper WITH the charge stand included (which can also have the wireless dongle plugged into it to connect to ur PC so you don't have to use 2 ports to charge and connect) but you do get what you pay for in terms of material quality on that front. The Cyclone 2 is genuinely not an option to sneeze at though, it has fantastic sticks and a very responsive feeling connection with the 2.4ghz dongle. All 3 of these controllers feature staples like back buttons, mechanical trigger stops, and multi-device connectivity (including Switch compatibility).

Those are my current favorites but right now I'm personally keeping my eye on the upcoming GameSir G7 Pro, which miiiigghhht take the lead over the 8bitdo and the Cyclone 2 depending on how it shakes out. Ask me again in like, late June and I should have an opinion on that for ya assuming they reach their release targets.

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F O R Y O U - 1

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!reader (Later will turn into Unburnt Vader x rebel! reader)

Full series

Next chapter - 2

Warnings (For the whole series): noncon, dubcon, dom/sub dynamics (basically filth)

Warnings (for this chapter): Stalking, Anakin being a lot more intense than I planned.

Anakin Skywalker was the crowned jewel of the Jedi Order, the Chosen one. He was a skilled Jedi knight, someone who was beyond everyone's skill set.

So, naturally, he had everyone confused when he did not take up any padawan even after passing his trails. Padawans went up to him and tried to woo him, but he never took them under his wing. He trained alone, and he ate alone. Sometimes he could be seen with Obi-Wan, but even that had diminished because he had too many missions.

So when your master died during a mission, you had to get yourself an equally capable master. Yes, Anakin Skywalker was young, and not as experienced, but he was the best. And you wanted to be trained by the best, even though the difference between your ages was not much.

You gathered your courage and knocked gently on the bedroom door. You tried to keep your breathing under control, nervousness fluttering in your stomach at the thought of him. He was intimidating. And while you had talked to him before, those conversations had been tiny. Now, you had to convince him to have you as a Padawan.

"Come in."

You pushed the door open with your shaking hands and stepped inside. Anakin Skywalker was watching the skyline, a drink cradled in his giant hand, and his body covered in his Jedi robes. He looked over his shoulders, and his eyebrows shot up. "Y/N," he said. "Come on in. Sit." He motioned to a large armchair near him, the only one in the room.

You lowered yourself onto the seat, somehow feeling even smaller sitting there while he was towering over you. He took a sip of his drink and leaned against the window, his form relaxed and face passive. "What can I do for you, Padawan?"

Your hands messed with the edge of your dress. You weren't in your Jedi robes, you didn't like to wear them all the time, unlike most of the padawans and masters. "I..I wanted to ask you something, master Skywalker."

"And what is that?"

You took in a deep breath. Here it goes. You pretty much readied yourself for rejection. "Will you be my master?"

How eyebrows shot up again, his scar deepening. "Me?"

"Y-yes. I mean, I know you haven't accepted anyone. But I recently lost mine and I...I thought I would at least ask-"

"Stand up, Padawan." His head tilted.

You froze, but did what you were told.

"Come closer. Let me feel your Force."

You stepped closer. His gloved hand raised, and he cupped your face, his large hand covering almost the entirety of the left side of your face. Your eyes widened at the touch, and just when you were about to take a step back, he shook his head.

"I can feel it better like this. Stay still."

You forced yourself to remain standing, but could not look him in the eye. You focused on his chest, letting him feel your Force. You had never heard of anyone doing it like this, but of course, you didn't know better than Anakin Skywalker.

You should have run.

He kept his hand cupping your face and then spoke up after a few moments. "The Force is strong with you, little one," he muttered. "Yet you tremble. Look at me."

You lifted your eyes off his chest, looking him in his eyes that were slightly...yellow. He smiled, head tilting, a curl brushing on his scar. "I will be your master. How can I deny you when you've just recently lost your older one?" He lowered his hand. "Go. Meet me in my private training room after breakfast. Do not be late." He turned away, sipping his drink as he stared out the window, dismissing you.

You did not need to be told twice. You all but fled out of the room, and you could have sworn you heard him chuckle.

. . .

Anakin Skywalker, like every night, watched your sleep through the cameras. He had right installed in your room, and three in your bathroom. He had multiple nanodroids following you all the time. It was for your safety and his sanity. You were the thread he was holding on to not lift in lightsaber and bring it down on everyone. Everyone.

He sat on his armchair, the very chair you had sat on, and he could faintly smell your perfume. Flowery with the right amount of sweetness. He continued watching you sleep from all right angles, the image was projected on the windows.

He took off his robes, letting them hang on the armrest. He could feel his cock thickening, the dark side of the Force cursing through him, making him feel stronger. More powerful. Sinful. Possessive. Obsessed. He didn't touch his cock. No, he was storing all his cum for your sweet holes. He would feast on them, rip them apart, and then gather you in his arms. You were his, his little padawan. You had walked yourself into his den, not knowing you had always been there.

He watched as you changed sides, your nightgown lifting, showcasing your perfect ass barely covered by the panties you were wearing. He felt his throat go dry. So tempting.

He tortured himself by watching you sleep. He did not need sleep since he had joined the dark side. Now, he only needed you.

The morning came, and he watched as you dressed yourself in your robes. He chuckled as you changed your hairstyle multiple times, and then gave yourself a pep talk to make yourself less scared. He knew you had seen the darkness in him, at least glimpsed it. The prey was always paranoid.

So he had to ease you in. Pet you in the right places, make you trust him, coax you into his bed. Or, he could just take you.

Either way, your fate was written. And in the universe, there was no bigger law than what Anakin Skywalker dictated.

That was the future Darth Vader dictated.

. . .

[whitejays-galaxy]

Disaster lineage as cats(not wc)

Lovely idea by purple ant💜

Dooku - that cat who claws at something and, getting stuck, decides to ignore the entire paw. runs outside in the rain when he was clearly told not to, and is indignant at getting wet

Qui-Gon - brings a dead mouse and thinks everyone is stupid for not being happy. yelling at the door.

Bonus

Obi-Wan - everyone's favorite, he is forgiven for all his rare pranks because he is too nice and lets people pet him

Anakin - taken from the street quite late, still retains some habits and doesn't trust people 100%. turns off the computer by poking his nose into the system unit, chews on the charger wires

Ahsoka - a kitten who constantly wants to play, demands attention, hangs on the curtains, climbs up your leg, digging its claws into your clothes/skin underneath

Last post for now because I have art block🙏😅

I'll be back.... With more craziness.

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

Smol comics(ft. Qui, Rael, Sifo, Dooku): pt 1

Aayla Secura and Quinlan Voss

Luke and Leia

Padme

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

This is a PERSONAL AU and they mean so much to me

[virahaus]

Why yes. If you are here on this post and you know me, you already know what this means.

Unhinged Obikin thoughts late at night, my dears.

So! This is something that is in so few aus it makes me sad, cause the potential is soooo good but I digress. Let's get into it shall we?

Palpatine is the man with all the plans and counter plans so I do believe he would have a back up plan should Anakin, shall we say, not comply with what he wants him to do. And here we get so many delicious choices, such as:

- Palpatine created a clone of Anakin just in case Anakin didn't fall to his manipulations, and it's the clone the one who is sent to the temple to kill everyone and it's him who battles Obi-Wan on Mustafar. Anakin is kept in stasis so that he can't wake up and oppose Palpatine and also cause Palpatine is a sadistic fuck who would have Anakin in the room with all the displayed dead Jedis Obi-Wan eventually finds in the series.

- Palpatine is able to mind control Anakin too, similarly to the clones, a la Winter Soldier style. Obi-Wan is too freaked out by this Anakin who doesn't give any signs of recognition to battle him on Mustafar and instead decides to go into hiding to find resources to free Anakin from Palpatine.

Either way I'm connecting all of this to the fantastic "death wife hallucinations" Obi-Wan has in OWK. Can you imagine the deliciousness, the soul wrenching angst and longing, is those visions Obi-Wan has is actually Anakin trying to reach Obi-Wan to make him aware that he's either a) kidnapped, b) trying to break free of the mind control enough to explain,,,, and Obi-Wan being convinced that he's a) delusional and devastated, or b) enraged and devastated.

Can y'all imagine Obi-Wan finding Anakin in stasis in that creepy Jedi trophy room,,,, or finding Anakin right when they are prepping him for another conditioning,,,, he would raze the place to the ground just to get Anakin out of there. The feral energy. The guilt for not realising sooner that his Anakin was not Darth Vader. The hunt for blood for both the abomination that impersonated his beloved/the mind control, the people involved and Palpatine,,,,, I fear he would do a massacre and not even bat an eye akdnKnxks

Also I know Obi-Wan won't let Anakin out of sight ever again. If before they were attached to the hip now Obi-Wan carries him around 24/7. Literally walks around with Anakin cuddled to his chest. The pampering Anakin would get would be insane. If he was spoiled by Obi-Wan before now it's another level. If someone dares look at Anakin twice and Obi-Wan doesn't like how they looked it's possible the person will be risking his health, literally.

Meanwhile, Yoda is just happy Palpashit is dead (stabbed multiple times by Obi-Wan first, then Obi-Wan kept him still as Anakin stabbed him some more and beheaded him). The Jedi order won't be the same ever again anyway so what if Obi-Wan and Anakin are calling themselves Jedi and getting married and trying their hardest to get Anakin's pregnant even if it's not physically possible? It's none of Yoda's business, that is. He's looking forward to being the fun grandpa to Luke, Leia and any other children that might come after (Yoda is not overruling anything with those two). Man be looking at Obi-Wan handfeeding Anakin and be like, I'm too old for this. Jedi marriage is now legal, let me return to my swamp. Literally only call me if you want me to babysit. Peace out.

And everyone lived happily ever after 😌

[localfandomenjoyer]

One thing that really intrigues me in the Perse Kronide au is Perse's relationship with Rhea, in specifc the fact that Rhea is the Titaness of motherhood yet between Kronos (known baby eater) and herself when it comes to Perse she was the worst parent and that's the one kid she was allowed to raise

Like, she wasn't a bad mother nilly willy, it was more complex than that. Rhea wanted to save all of her children, they were eaten by her husband for goodness sake, Perse is one of them but she was the only one whom Kronos loved and since her domain was loyalty, it was to be expected that she'd side with her beloved father when push came to shove instead of the siblings she'd never met, no matter how "evil" her father was

I also think that Rhea subconciouly thought of Perse as a mini-Kronos so it'd be easier to strike her down when (not if, when) needed. In the end, it was easier to create a version of Perse that never existed and focus on that instead of really trying to convince loyalty herself to betray her father.

So, when everything was over and Rhea saw that no, Perse was not the monster it'd be easier if she actually was, it was too late to try and repair the mother-daughter relationship they never had bc Perse is deeply unimpressed with Rhea in that front and will not let her try now (Perse feels that any attempt feels fake or forced out of love for her other siblings and she'd rather not be loved at all than be loved like that)

Sorry for rambling, just wanted to put it out there how much I'm loving this

Thank you, I'm glad you like my take on it. Yeah, I wasn't trying to present Rhea as a bad mother, just a flawed one who, by circumstance and poor judgement, ends up having a strained relationship with her youngest daughter.

It's not even that she immediately decided Perse was a threat, Rhea just didn't take the opportunity to know her. She hardly wished to join Kronos in raising a baby while her other one was hidden away. Even when he was gone, giving Rhea a chance for some one-on-one time, she preferred to see Zeus instead. The end result is that by the time Perse was old enough to spend more time away from Kronos, Rhea and her were practically strangers to one another. That makes it a lot easier for Rhea to chalk her up as a threat that Zeus must defeat.

Side note, I talked about how Greek Mythology fans in this AU will treat Star Wars as an adaptation of Zeus' story, what with how he has a twin sister who was separated from him at birth and raised a princess. The other half of the story will be similar to how Luke approaches Darth Vader. Rhea tells Zeus that Perseleia won't help him, but he decides otherwise and brings her to his side in the Titanomachy just like how Luke swayed Darth Vader.

[swanimagines]

Hi! Can I get Anakin Skywalker + Til Death Do Us Part by Kait Weston? Thank you!

TIL DEATH DO US PART

The bedroom you shared with Anakin had been left untouched for days since you came back from Mustafar. You had avoided going there all this time, until Obi-Wan talked to you and told you to go check it, as he believed it could make you start your grieving process.

As if he’d know anything about love, you thought bitterly as you stood at the door. He hasn’t loved anyone like I loved Anakin.

But you knew deep inside that he was right. Avoiding the room, the messy sheets, his night robe he always left on his side of the bed, would just make things worse. You knew your mind was desperately trying to pretend that everything was fine, he wasn’t dead. Mustafar never happened. The younglings are fine, probably training. Or playing. Maybe Palpatine got exposed, but Anakin helped the Jedi to defeat him.

But then your sense and memories reminded you of that day. It reminded you about you rushing to save Anakin, but you were too late. You got there to witness Obi-Wan defeat him, and it was like Anakin didn’t even see you, his eyes were on Obi-Wan the whole time as you screamed for him, frantically trying to see a way to get down, help drag him up, fix him.

But even then, you knew he was beyond fixing now. He would have been arrested and probably sentenced to death. You would only delay what would be coming for him anyway.

So you stepped into the room, breathing out with a small sob the moment you smelled Anakin’s scent lingering at the doorway. And you couldn’t bear to turn your head, so you made your way straight to the balcony, where you gripped the railing so hard you were unsure if it was healthy.

You took in a shaky breath, looking at the sky, the stars twinkling over Coruscant. Imagining he’d somehow hear you. “I’m sorry, Anakin. You had a hard time with what happened to your mother, and I didn’t fully see it before it was too late. The sight of what happened was haunting me, but I didn’t realise how much it was haunting you, how you needed help to overcome it. Seeing you turn into what killed you was a dagger to my heart, but I forgive you. I decided to keep my vow to you even after all this, til death do us part.”

You took in another breath, closing your eyes, letting yourself imagine for just a moment that Anakin wrapped his arms around you, telling you everything was alright. That it was just a bad dream, maybe make you laugh a little at the absurdity of it.

“Do you honestly think I would do such a thing?” he’d say, cupping your cheek. “I wouldn’t do anything that threatens what we have.”

But that wouldn’t happen, he would never come back.

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Far away from Coruscant years later, Darth Vader stood at the deck of the large windows of this Imperial ship he was now commanding. Despite feeling slight regret for what he did to you in particular, leaving you alone, breaking all his promises, he quickly embraced the darkness. Master Palpatine told him that once he’d let the Dark Side take over, it’d give him power to get over all the useless heartbroken feelings.

But when he stared out from the windows, a whisper of something old and familiar suddenly engulfed him.

Your scent.

And your voice. A few echoing sobs first, followed by “What you did was a dagger to my heart, but I forgive you.”

It was like the Force itself carried your words to him through the galaxy, seeking for lost love, trying to find a heart those words belonged to. Vader squeezed his hands to fists, staring at the nothingness of space.

And for just a moment, he let himself feel the weight of words you spoke, the longing, the ache. You thought he was dead, and it was better that way.

“Til death do us part.”

It had parted you in a sense. Anakin Skywalker was dead and only he remained. At least that's what he was telling himself, Anakin was dead, Vader killed him, along with Anakin’s love for you.

If only he’d believe in it.

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[palemoonlightandnightshade]

It was nice to see Dedra in the exact position Syril was back in season one. In the interrogation room waiting for Krennic. Look how the tables have turned. Her obsession with finding the Axis mirroring Syril's obsession with finding Andor. Both endeavors ending up rather pointless. The rebellion has moved on from Luthen. Arresting him won't help to put down anything. Dedra there in the shop being all smug that she finally caught her prey. Then Luthen shattering that hollow victory for her. Just amazing.

Also I liked how they showcased the hierarchy and who is where in the food chain of the Empire. Syril with Dedra, Dedra with Partagaz, Dedra and Partagaz with Krennic. In Rogue One it gets better when we see Krennic with Tarkin and Vader. In Andor Krennic is a big deal to every character he interacts with but there's always a bigger fish. Both Vader and Tarkin are more than willing to do worse than what he does to Dedra to him. And of course we have Tarkin and Vader with the Emperor. It's astonishing how these idiots think they can work with the system and climb up the ladder when they're all disposable to the one guy that has all the power and cannot care any less about any of them.

In the end they're all victims of the Empire really and what's sad it's that they never realize it. Yes they have relatively better living conditions and most probably don't get to face the atrocities they commit. Like major Partagaz was keeping up with the Ghorman campaign from the safety of his big office on Coruscant. But even they are victims. There are no benefactors here. No winners. No truth. No greater good or a worthy cause. Only a self-serving monster. Only the Emperor gets to have all the power. Only he gets to have what he wants. And they are upholding and fighting for the very system that has oppressed them.

Don't get me wrong I think they all got what they deserved. Except my poor baby Lonni another unsung hero of this rebellion of unsung heroes. I'll never get over it. Luthen you bastard! You could have gotten away along with Kleya and Lonni and went to Yavin. Instead decided to stay and die and kill my poor boy. At least his family is tucked away safe. In my head he's still alive on Yavin with his family.

I keep thinking how chaotically hectic and out of depths ISB must have been during that year with them losing three competent and seasoned supervisor along with Major Partagaz. Like instead of keeping Dedra and Partagaz they simply discarded them because they were always replaceable and expendable to the Empire. They had to learn the hard way how insignificant they are.

Every time I remember Dedra's fate the feeling of satisfaction puts a smile on my face. Now that's a fitting end to her character. Partagaz too. I like to think with how intelligent he was after listening to Nemik's manifesto he came around. Obviously too late. But I kinda don't have sympathy for him to be honest. I mean he was alive and around before the Empire. He knew how things were under the Republic. Maybe things weren't all that great towards the end of it but still. Also him deciding to end it then and there instead of trying to repent or otherwise fight back, I mean I guess he didn't want to end up like Dedra but we don't know that. He could have very well put all of that on his subordinates, got away somehow and found a way to rebel. Instead he chose the easy way.

[yesimwriting]

hey! how is Felix and lovie doing????

oh still painfully oblivious and in love

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The chill is enough to pull you out of sleep.

You extend an arm blindly, too groggy to be more productive in your search for a source of warmth. Your fingertips brush against rumpled sheets, but the half-conscious part of you isn't satisfied with the discovery of a blanket.

Felix, you realize with a start, where is he? The question gives you enough of a sense of purpose to lift your head. There's no sunlight bleeding in through the window, which means that it's still late. You squint, pressing your elbow into the mattress as you try to sit up further.

There's a figure, an outline closer to the edge of the bed than to you. Felix. You reach out instinctually, your hand finding his back. Before you can make any real progress at stealing his warmth, he shifts, tensing beneath you.

You frown, gently dragging your nails down his spine. He doesn't ease. You move to sit up a little straighter, leaning over him in an attempt at reading his expression. The darkness makes it impossible to make out much, but his eyebrows do seem to be furrowed.

He sighs, the sound uneasy. You trail your fingers up and down his back again. "Lex," you whisper, voice a little too raspy to be effective. "Felix." He mumbles something into his sheets. Your hold on him tightens, your fingers pressing into his shoulder. "Lex."

Felix inhales, entire body going rigid. He wakes up all at once, head lifting itself and shoulders tensing. You press your palm against the fabric of his shirt, but you're not given a real chance at comforting him before he's turning.

His back finds the mattress. You remain still, forearm digging into the bed's cushioning as you study the rise and fall of his chest. After a moment of ragged breathing, he whispers, "Lovie?"

Forgetting the dark, you nod. "Yeah--yeah, it's me." As if to prove your point, you place a hand against his side. He seems to breathe a little easier at that. "Think you had a bad dream."

There's a quality to his stillness that jabs at you. It isn't him like him. You're too groggy to articulate your concern, so you move your hand, dragging your knuckles against his side.

He exhales at that, his arm bending towards his chest. His fingers find your wrist. "Yeah, it--it was a dream."

The response is almost irritatingly blank. He squeezes your hand carefully, his touch warm and sure. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Felix drags his thumb against the back of your palm. He's quiet enough to be contemplating something. "No," he finally says, "Not now."

If he seemed any less unsteady, you'd consider pushing. Instead, you just let yourself watch him for a second, eyes straining to make out his features in the dark. "Okay," you settle on, "That's okay." He hums once, but the sound feels distant. "Do you want to talk about anything else? Or turn on the light and stay up for a little?"

Felix traces invisible patterns against your hand as he thinks through his options. "Can you come here?"

You nod as you shift forward. Felix extends his arm, providing you the space needed to rest your head against his stomach. He places a hand against your back.

You try to will yourself to embrace the comfort of the new position, but there's a lingering tension that you can't fully dismiss. "Are you okay?"

He smooths circles against your spine. "Yeah," the response is a little softer than you'd like it to be, almost hesitant. "Think it was those last couple of mixed drinks you told me not to drink." It's true, you had warned him against the third bar special. "From now on, I'm listening to you always."

The exaggeration makes you grin. "Lesson learned."

Felix mumbles a response, his voice too heavy and drowsy for you to piece together his words. You're okay with the not knowing, but he clarifies anyway, "I'm happy you're here."

You shut your eyes, letting yourself focus on the overwhelming safety that is Felix. "Me too."

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[renart-of-all-trades]

I just realized, but when Vader meet Luke again in Return of The Jedi, you can see it as the poor bloke just panicking because Luke keeps going off script !

Think about it: this is Anakin Skywalker, who was trained for half his life by the Jedi who kept telling him to let go of attachement, Anakin who spent the other half being Vader the ball of self-hatred engineered by Sidious, the Vader that resorted to melodrama and dark humour to intimidate his subordinate while protecting his emotional self, and who everytime he had to confront people he loved acted as if this was Hamlet. So now, he is meeting his son, the last remnant as far as he knows of the love which served as catalyst for all this mess, who he most likely can feel spent the last few years getting trained by a Jedi. Most likely Grand Master Yoda himself, because who else ? He not only fully expect it to go as usual, he thinks Luke was trained to become a weapon against him, because he's convinced that's how Obi-wan and all wartime Jedi operates by now. And almost immediately Luke doesn't play it like usual.

"The Emperor has been expecting you." Usual melodrama, Vader is doing his little routine.

"I know Father" little pause, Vader wasn't expecting it, but brush it off.

Then Luke mention his old name, Anakin, that's usual, Vader knows his text, all is going well. And Luke immediately retort that it is the name of his true self, wait what ? That's not it ??? You're supposed to say that's the self I killed ? "I know there is good in you. The Emperor didn't driven it away from you fully." WHAT'S HAPPENING ??? WHY ARE YOU BEING COMPASSIONATE ??? "That was why you couldn't destroy me." NO THAT WAS BECAUSE I WANTED YOU BY MY SIDE ! DARK SIDE OF THE FORCE CORRUPTION AND ALL ! "That's why you won't bring me to your Emperor now" I-I... Shit, I need to bring us back on track.

And so he light Luke's saber, ignoring completely his whole tirade. "Your skills are complete." There, back on the Good vs Evil routine. You were trained by the Jedi to strike me down. "Indeed you are as powerful as the Emperor forseen." he's back in his safe zone, he gonna bring Luke to the emperor, this is going as usua-

"Come with me." FOR FU-

"Obi_wan once thought as you do." Okay, good way to go back to melodrama and tragedies. "You don't know the power of the DARK SIDE. I MUST OBEY MY MASTER." There you go ! Back on track, son ! No intimate stuff, just pure EVIL melodrama !

"I will not turn. And you'll be forced to kill me." Oh... Oh... Shit. He's serious.

Shit I don't want to kill him. "If that is your destiny."

"Search your feelings, father. You can't do this. I feel the conflict within you let go of your hate!"

And Vader finally truly breaks, just a little: "It is... too late for me, son." his voice give out some emotion. That is the moment where Anakin finally start to return. Because Luke didn't let him being his dramatic self, when all the others enabled him.

[pasukiyo]

pasukiyo’s anakin skywalker masterlist;

— drunk on you | smut

ice skating has been her life for as long as she can remember. she's not sure why her head hasn't been in it lately, and her coach certainly has something to say about it. thank god the cute and awkward journalist anakin was there though, right?

— taking over me | smut

you haven't been able to get your mind off of the handsome jedi knight since the first night you laid with him. and now he's back, but something seems off...

— i end with you | smut, angst

you're too good, too noble. anakin doesn't understand why you feel the need to always protect him when he doesn't need saving. when you get hurt, it takes every ounce of willpower within him to not go insane. you don't seem to understand why he's so doting. you thought you had anakin skywalker figured out...

...but you have no idea how he ends.

— a place in the sea of stars | angst, smut

a life spent in padmé amidala's shadow and never once did she ever think she'd be envious of her sister. that is, until anakin skywalker walks his way into her life and she finds herself praying that one day, he'd look at her the way he does at padmé, that she'll be given a place in the sea of stars, that her destiny will include him.

— the undoing of darkness | angst, smut

sometimes she believes anakin skywalker still exists. darth vader will say that he is no more but she does not truly believe he is gone. after all, anakin once told her that even in death, he would claw his way out of the very earth to find her.

— a million ways to break | smut

after being betrayed and outed by an asshole of a business partner, she wakes up chained and blinded in an imperial ship. she's unsure of the fate her imperial captors have in mind for her, but she's determined to find a way to escape, to be unbreaking and defiant. this doesn't bode very well with her imperial captor with seemingly peculiar supernatural abilities...

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 27 (10/27): Throne Sex starring Unburnt! Darth Vader

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Vader/sub s/o, throne sex, mentions of overthrowing Palpatine/becoming Emperor and getting married, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), pet names/name calling (my love, fucktoy, princess), choking/breath play, degradation/dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia, brief spanking/ass slapping, rough (ish) sex, mention of breeding, creampie, lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: Vader has never been able to control himself around his now fiancé, not now, not ever; especially when she, clad in the attire he picked for her, looks so unbelievably appetizing.

WC: 626 words

"Kriff, you feel so good," he grunts as he bounces his fiancé on his lap, impaling her on his rock hard dick with each aggressive thrust. He reveled in the fact that she was where she belonged: At his mercy, pleasuring him in however many ways he wanted. And as the cherry on top, they were fucking on his throne. Arguably, this might just be his favorite spot now.

She was absolutely breathtaking, even more so now that she had that fucked out expression on her face. She wore a sheer black dress, the gems embedded in it twinkling softly. The daringly low neckline barely kept her ample breasts in the fabric, hardened nipples straining against it and begging for attention. She was a vision of luxury and lust, and all the clothing did was add to her already natural and ethereal beauty.

"Anakin," she breathed out, gripping his shoulders tightly as she desperately clung to him. She was already overwhelmed by all the pent-up emotions from the day, and just seeing him through her teary eyes made it even worse.

"You're so pretty when you cry," he coos, wiping away the tears that had accidentally trickled down her cheeks, still keeping up his relentless pace as he guided her up and down his length. "So beautiful for me, so perfect. Aren't you, my love?"

She nods quickly, choking out a sob as she tried to slow down a bit, overstimulated from the emotions coursing through her. He delivered a harsh slap to her ass in response, making her whimper and let go, allowing him to do as he see fit.

"You like being dragged around like a little fucktoy?" he growls in her ear, hearing her whine a needy "Yes!"

"Yeah, you do," he breathes, "you love me so much, huh... Letting me fuck you on my throne. Tell me, princess, do you like the fact someone could walk in at any moment?"

He knew it wasn't true, since he had locked the doors with the Force beforehand, but just the thought of it sent a thrill throughout his body. She nodded in reply once more, and he smirked, picking up the pace a bit.

"You want me to overthrow Palpatine, love?" he questions lowly as he toys with her nipples simultaneously, his tone gravelly and full of pure, untamed desire. He had been seriously thinking about the topic lately (not like he hasn't ever since he found out the Emperor's true colors), and if he was being honest, it was his biggest fantasy. Well, besides being with his love for eternity, of course. But seeing her by his side, as his Empress, giving birth to their heirs... It only spurred him on even more. "You wanna be my Empress?"

She mewls in response, gripping his shoulders even tighter. He knew she was close, he could feel it. So he captured her lips in a brutal kiss, his tongue entangling with hers in an easily won battle of dominance.

"C'mon, cum for me," he commands, his hand moving down and rubbing her clit ruthlessly. "Cum for your Emperor."

With a scream of his name she came undone, her body trembling in his arms as her juices spilled out of her and coated his cock. At the same time he released too, letting out a low groan as he emptied his seed into her waiting womb.

He kept himself inside for a bit, gently bringing her closer and resting his forehead against hers. He wasn't done yet, he intended to fuck her until she couldn't walk for at least a week. He could care less if it interfered with anything; the generals that were awaiting a meeting in a few minutes would just have to wait.

[maulqira]

andor is truly the epitome of everything that star wars stands for without the naivety of twirling sword fights and magic powers. now don't get me wrong, I love the more campy side of star wars, but as I grow older and exhausted, I NEEDED andor…

I fell into the trap of trying to find common ground, bent myself backwards to argue, to educate. thing is, their ignorance is a front. they know exactly what they're doing and they're wasting our time to do it. and if they don't? well, then they're too far gone. not everyone is gonna be vader saving the day or kallus, most will just be like syril or dedra. that's life.

all of this to say, stop taking the high road! rebellion is messy, freedom is messy!! some people will never understand it and will in fact go out of their way to misconstrue it. don't even bother engaging. we are NOT in a position to fight fire with water, and it's too late to smother it before it grows. luckily for us, rebellions are built on hope.

[lizartgurl]

How Do You Know? (Han Solo x Leia Organa)

Hanleia Week Day One: Tradition. Feat. Anakin Solo. @hanleiacelebration

"I love you."

"I know."

"Why do you guys always say that?"

"Huh?" Han tried not to jump in surprise as he looked down at the budding adolescent beside him. His children had a nasty habit of being able to hide their presence until it was too late.

Young Anakin's nose crinkled. "Why do you always say 'I know' whenever the other one says 'I love you'? Aren't you supposed to say 'I love you' back?"

Han couldn't help the lopsided grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to tell him, Princess?" he asked.

Leia laughed softly, haloed in the blue light of her hologram, "It's a bit of a tradition at this point. We said it to each other once, and now it's just natural."

"But doesn't it sound kind of... Smug?" Anakin asked. He'd always had trouble with social norms and expectations. Han squeezed his baby boy's shoulder in reassurance.

"Your father is smug, honey," Leia explained in the same reassuring tone.

"Your mother's not off the hook either," Han insisted.

"How did it start?" Anakin asked, "Were you fighting, or...?"

"All the time."

"Han!"

"Your mother and I had been kidnapped by Darth Vader, the bait in a trap for Uncle Luke. They were going to freeze me in carbonite, which they usually just use for storing tibanna gas to ship out to other planets. The carbon freeze is great for preserving the gas and fuel, but they didn't know if it would kill me or not."

"But it didn't!" Anakin said quickly, his face pale and eyes wide.

"It didn't," Han reassured him, "But it was pretty scary. And that was the first time your mom told me that she loved me."

"In front of Grandpa?"

"Darth Vader is not your grandfather," Leia said in her no-nonsense tone, the one that still made Han's head spin.

Anakin looked thoughtful, "So when Mom said that she loved you, you just said 'I know'?"

"Okay, well it sounds bad when you put it like that-" He looked to Leia on the holo, hoping she would back him up.

Leia's hologram was smiling, that ice-melting, full body smile that must have been a Skywalker trait, her chin propped in her hand as she watched Han flounder.

"Wanna help me out here?"

"No, I think you got it, hotshot. Why did you say 'I know'?"

Han realized he had never really thought about it before. In the heat of the moment, in front of Vader, Fett, and half a platoon of stormtroopers, it just felt right. But why?

"Your mom's pretty tough, Nik," He said at last, "A senator, a princess, a general, she had to be. Back then, after everything that happened to her, she hated letting anyone get under her skin."

"Even you?" They were his parents, of course Anakin wouldn't be able to imagine a situation where they hated each other.

"Especially him," Leia grinned, "He was the worst."

"So when I told her 'I know', it was a way for me to tell her that I understood that she loved me, but also that I understood who she was as a person. That I knew how big it was that she told me this in front of people that hated us, and that I knew she would move the stars in order to save me."

Anakin was quiet now, deep in thought over this confession. Han glanced back at Leia, and caught a glimpse of her trying to wipe away her tears. He could hear Threepio in the background somewhere, asking if she required a handkerchief, but Leia dismissed him.

"Did you ever tell her you loved her back?" Anakin asked.

"Absolutely," Han beamed at his son. "When we were destroying the Death Star on Endor, she got shot protecting me. When I tried to help her, some stormtroopers cornered us and I thought it was all over. I'd have done anything to protect your mom then and there, but before I could do anything, Mom showed me that she was still holding her blaster. Since the stormtroopers didn't see it, she could take them by surprise.

"I knew I loved your mom before then, but that reminder of how strong she was, how smart she was, I was a goner."

"That's when he told me he loved me." Leia said. She sounded like a giddy schoolgirl rather than the chief of State, her chin propped up in her hands as she listened to Han talk about how much he loved her.

"And you told him that you knew?" Anakin asked.

"Yes, I knew. And I still know." Leia said.

Anakin's brow crinkled again, "When was the first time you told me that you loved me?" he asked the hologram of his mother.

"Oh, Anakin, I told you that I loved you before you were born," Leia said. Anakin's face grew red and shy, but he was the one who asked.

"Alright, Mom's gotta go now, kiddo, say goodbye."

"Bye, Mom!" Anakin waved to the hologram, and was quickly distracted by the puzzle games on his holo pad once again,leaving Han alone with his wife. Finally.

"I love you sweetheart. More than you know."

"Well I don't know about that," Leia teased. She blew a kiss through the holo.

"I'll see you tonight."

"Don't be late, I'm making grilled nuna and mashed potatoes."

Leia sighed, "I'm so glad I had babies with you."

Han couldn't stop a cocky grin, "I know."

[himboskywalker]

Like I love love the prequels and I’m so happy they are so popular now.

I confess I have never actually seen the Original ones, I just wasn’t interested in Luke and Leia’s story.

I should watch it but every time I go to I end up watching the prequels again. Anakin and Obiwans story is just too compelling to me.

Why were late 90’s and early 00’s movies just smashing it all the time. The mummy, Independence Day, Star Wars prequels and the fifth element are all my top fave movies. Can’t beat them in my mind

I never actually watched the Original trilogy until I was in high school, probably about fifteen or sixteen. Even though I watched the prequels as a kid and was obsessed with them, I was way more of a Star Trek fan when I was younger. (Still am, shout out to my McKirk girlies.)

But if you're in it for the story of Anakin I actually highly recommend watching the original trilogy! A New Hope the audience is sold as Luke being the golden boy hero story protagonist, but by Return of the Jedi the focal point is Luke's relationship with Anakin and bringing him back to the light. I know everyone always says Empire Strikes Back is the best of the og trilogy but RotJ is actually my favorite, because of the resolution of Luke and Vader and how that plays out. If you don't feel like watching three entire movies for that, definitely go look up that final sequence on Youtube if you haven't somehow already seen it simply by existing lol