#anakin: no wait. im married

[tennessoui]

wait lol au where post-war, the jedi order does a date auction a la every cliche ever where they auction off a date night with one of their jedi generals. it's supposed to raise credits for various post-war charities as well as stoke good feelings about the order (the smear campaign was pretty effective, even if sidious died before the genocide bit)

obviously both the hero with no fear and the negotiator are put on the metaphorical chopping block. anakin is a Good Husband™️ so he clears this with Padmé first, and she laughs and agrees and wishes him luck in surviving the hoards of fans that desire him carnally. she says as a senator, she will be expected to attend and maybe even bid. they both agree that it would be way too obvious for their super secret marriage if she bids on anakin, and anakin asks her to bid on obi-wan in a spur of the moment thing.

it's just. obi-wan was really hurt aboard the invisible hand and then he was hurt again when fighting with grievous. and is anyone vetting these random people who will get to go on a date with the jedi? anyone could win!! a disgruntled separatist could win obi-wan's attention for a night and then take him on a date and then kill him!!!! under anakin's very nose!!!

anakin actually gets like. super concerned about this possibility. like super concerned. he gets padmé to promise that she will bid however much it takes to win obi-wan's hand (she is after all generationally wealthy) and she agrees because she loves him and then also follows through because she's a woman of her word.

anakin gets bid on by several people, one woman wins, it's whatever, anakin doesn't care. what anakin cares about is making sure he and this person can go to the same restaurant as obi-wan and padmé. just like. to make sure obi-wan is alright. he was looking quite flushed during the bidding? anakin is Concerned.

and anakin's poor date, who paid millions of credits for his attention, has to deal with an anakin who is obsessed with what's happening a table over and why are they laughing and are their knees touching beneath the table and maybe anakin should go over and like? break it up? his master is obviously a bit uncomfortable in all this candlelight. he looks beautiful, obviously, but he's clearly uncomfortable and he would feel better if anakin were there. obviously.

and anakin's poor date ALSO has to deal with meeting obi-wan kenobi after/during dinner because anakin can't keep in his lane, and general kenobi is downright hostile and cold to her because he's feeling incredibly overprotective at the thought of anakin having to spend time with some woman who bought him. as if he were a slave again.

[drvoos]

you remembered that exact day your life changed for the worst. the day the jedi order fell, the day order 66 was executed, the day you lost your family, the day you lost your master. you were a mere padawan, still clinging to anakins robes on those tough missions. the same padawan who would run to anakins room in the middle of the night after a nightmare. the same padawan who trailed behind padme as if she was your mother and you were her child. the same padawan who swore to keep your mouth shut when anakin told you he and padme were married and expecting. the same padawan who was innocent and whose only worry was what was for lunch.

now, you stood in front of the person responsible for your pain. the person who you had loved all those years ago, and the person who had took you as their padawan even when they needed not. only, he wasn’t the same. the man standing in front of you wasn’t your master, wasn’t anakin. he was a monster all dressed in black. his red saber that was once blue now hissed menacingly as it awaited by his side. you couldn’t see his eyes, but you imagined they were yellow and cruel. no, the man in front of you wasn’t your master. he was a sith lord.

“please,” you whimpered, salty tears staining your face mixing with the grime. you didn’t know what you were begging him for. whether it was begging for your life or begging him to come back to you. “master.”

“your master died a long time ago. he died by my hands, as will you.” his voice was no longer the voice you knew. anakins voice was soft yet serious, a comforting noise in a world of pain. now his voice was distorted. there was malice and hate. only a further reminder that the man in front of you was no longer a friendly voice. the friendly voice that would hum you to sleep.

behind you your broken com chirped back to life. you could make out a faint trace of obi-wan asking where you are, yet you made no effort to answer him. vaders head turned slightly as if he was waiting for you to do something.

it was all too much. your life held no meaning now. your master — the person whom you loved and looked up to more than anyone else — would be the person to end your life. it was at that point you made your decision. extinguishing your blade, you threw it at his feet.

“im glad it will be you, then.”

obi-wan would never find your body.

[infernaleikon]

okay, i know the new girl au is already set but im watching the episode where jess makes out with schmidt’s dad and now i’m thinking

anakin’s roommate is getting married or is an event planner or something, and they can’t go to the winery because of scheduling conflicts or because they’re sick or whatever. so they reluctantly send anakin. anakin has no clue about wine, he usually goes for whatever is cheapest at the store (which most of the time is absolutely horrible and tongue-melting) but it’s fine. the wine is already picked out, so anakin only has to pick it up. nothing can go wrong, right?

right.

anakin arrives at the winery and walks around the showroom waiting for staff to show up, and mutters about pretentious rich people and their unreasonably expensive wine. he’s convinced that it can’t be better than the wines he usually drinks. come on, they squeeze grapes, it’s all the same. he doesn’t get why his roommate doesn’t just buy from the store, it would save them so much money.

he’s eyeing an horrendously overpriced bottle of chianti and huffs about how it probably tastes worse than the one he buys at target or wherever.

“oh, i can attest to the fact that it tastes much, much better,” an amused voice behind him says, and anakin almost jumps.

he whirls around and comes face to face with the hottest man he has ever seen. anakin doesn’t even know where to look first: the crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the gray at his temples that streaks into his hair, the impeccably groomed beared, the glinting blue eyes or his broad chest and shoulders. anakin wants to climb him, wants to rub his skin raw on that beard, wants to be pressed up tight against that hunky DILF.

“it’s just grape juice,” anakin argues, because he’s an idiot and can’t help himself.

the stranger’s eyebrow jumps up with so much judgment that it’s tangible, there’s disbelief streaking across his face and the corner of his mouth twitches. he looks like he’s may be debating squeezing anakin like a grape as well. but very unsexily.

“join me for a drink?” he asks instead and he sounds mild, the crisp accent slightly lilting. “if you think it’s worse after still, i’ll personally buy and deliver a full case of store wine of your choice to you.”

and anakin’s not one to pass up the opportunity to have a drink with a hot stranger, especially not when he’s inviting him AND there’s the prospect of seeing him again, at home no less.

“can i join you and watch when you go buy me that case?” anakin asks.

“please, i insist you do,” the stranger answers, and there’s mischief in his eyes. a wry smile curls his lips. “and what do i get once you realize that you can never go back to drinking whatever bottle—”

“carton,” anakin interjects, mostly to be a shit, but there are some great wines that come in a carton.

the DILF stares at him as if he’s debating plain murder, but then he sighs, very deeply, and smiles in a way that seems like he’s barely holding it together. “so, what do i get?”

“uh.” anakin can’t think of anything that he could offer this beautiful man that he could possibly want. “i’ll get rid of all the cartoned wine i have at home?”

the strangers lips twitch. “under my observation?”

anakin almost chokes on air. “yeah,” he says, and it comes out embarrassingly breathy.

the DILF smiles and something about it looks almost...dangerous. anakin’s heartbeat takes up several notches.

the stranger takes the bottle of wine that anakin had been looking at and moves over to one of the small standing tables around the room. “i’m obi-wan,” he introduces himself as he goes to grab two bulbous glasses. after uncorking the bottle, he holds up the stem to his nose, inhaling the scent with his eyes closed. anakin wants to lick him all over.

“anakin,” he croaks, and when obi-wan looks up at him, he’s smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“nice to meet you, anakin.”

anakin very nearly whimpers.

turns out, the wine does taste way better than whatever swill anakin has been drinking up until now. it doesn’t burn on its way down, there’s actual flavor to it and it doesn’t leave a weird aftertaste on his tongue.

it also turns out that obi-wan is very fine with making out with anakin for convincing him of the superiority of the wine. anakin lips are numb by the time they’re done and he may or may not have forgotten his own name and he saw through space and time when obi-wan kissed so good nobody will ever live up to it.

it also turns out that obi-wan is his roommate’s dad and anakin’s roommate retches when they find out that anakin very thoroughly frenched his father.

anakin, once he starts dating obi-wan for real, turns into the worst wine snob that has ever lived.

[weixuldo]

unconditionally// ch 21

anakin x f!reader

(A/N: the first 1/2 of the LAST chapter!!! and let me just say it’s a looong one, sorry again for the wait! but im still dedicated to writing! it’ll pick up again in summer heheh hope you enjoy and there r more notes at the end!!)

and with this ring… i give myself to you

warnings: swearing, anxious thoughts, amputation recovery, emotionally draining?

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6 Months Later…

The cool autumn air shook the beautifully colored leaves from the trees as you pulled into the parking lot of Anakin’s physical therapy center; just in time to pick him up. 

After graduation you ended up moving in with him and the kids, to which they were delighted to have you with them every day.

Honestly, not much changed since you two were basically already living with each other before your argument in the winter.

Though, his attitude towards you became more gentle and caring than you could possibly imagine. He spoke to you and valued your opinions more than ever and when the rare disagreement would happen, the two of you would sit down and seriously talk through the issue giving both of your perspectives. 

Your relationship with the kids also strengthened; now they saw you as part of the family (even though you were not yet married to their father).

During the summer, since the kids were off for break, you would go on little day trips with them while Anakin went to therapy.

Anakin’s therapy had been going quite well; he was able to stand without assistance and walk to the end of the strip holding onto the bars. His main goal was to walk you down the aisle at your wedding, but that was dented when he had to get unexpected surgery on his hip.

Since one of his stumps was a little longer than the other, he had been relying too much on his right leg when doing physio. So his hip was buckling from the inordinate amount of pressure being put on it.

His surgery was a minor one, just reinforcing his hip bone and adding a few screws in to hold it in place, but it still set his progress back.

The swish of the automatic doors blew a soft burst of air into your face as you entered the facility. You looked around the waiting room for your fiance but surprisingly, he wasn’t there yet. 

That's odd.

Just as you were beginning to take a seat, you heard his voice thanking his therapist for the session.

He guided his chair with his bebionic hand and smiled at the staff as he passed. His white t-shirt was pretty sweaty and some of his sandy locks were sticking to his forehead. 

“Ani” you called as you watched him survey the room in search of you.

His eyes met yours, he smiled, and headed towards your direction. Once he was by your side he offered a sweet smile and brushed your arm with his hand. 

“Hi babe, how was your session?” you asked as the two of you headed to the car.

“It went well, I’m almost to my next milestone” he said.

You congratulated him with a kiss on the forehead and the two of you continued home. 

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In the weeks leading up to your wedding, the house had been a little bit of a mess; planners, papers, decorations, and other random designs floating around all surfaces of the house. 

Not to mention the new addition to your small family, Anakin’s new service dog, “R2”.

Originally he didn’t really want a service dog because he thought it would be too much work, but once he met the blue merle border collie candidate, he couldn’t resist.

The young dog was energetic, yet reserved; he enjoyed playing with the kids when he was “off duty”. But as soon as his red vest went on, he was in full service mode. 

Anakin named the dog after the last letter and digit of the license plate of the car he had his accident in; he wanted to give the dog a meaningful name that gently reminded him of all he had been through.

R2’s tasks were mainly retrieving Anakin supplies or picking up things when they would slip through his hands. He also would help Anakin through panic attacks and alert him if anything was wrong.

In the past months, R2 had been comforting Anakin during his phantom pains and would help you comfort Ani after a nightmare by nuzzling his snout into Anakin’s lap.

Currently, Anakin was showering, R2 was taking a nap, the kids were playing upstairs, and you were getting your overnight bag ready to go to Ahsoka’s. The long awaited day was tomorrow, you were finally going to marry Anakin.

The two of you decided you wanted to do a little bit of a traditional wedding and not see each other ‘til the wedding, so Ben was staying over with Anakin and Luke, while you and Leia were heading to Ahsoka’s. 

The sound of the shower finally turned off and you moved towards your room with a smile. The warm steam seeped out from under the bathroom door as you approached it, with a gentle knock you opened the door. 

There Anakin was in his chair, towel draped over his shoulders and his damp hair, flopped over his forehead. He sported a custom waterproof arm specifically for the shower and dabbed his face with the towel as he met your soft eyes. 

“Hello beautiful” he addressed as he finished drying off. 

“Hey handsome” you smiled, before leaning down to kiss him. 

“Ben should be here any minute, so i’m going to head out with Leia soon, so I just wanted to come say bye to you one last time before tomorrow” 

He took a moment to study your face before speaking again, “Y/N, I’m so excited for you to be my wife tomorrow, you truly don’t know how much I’ve longed for this moment” 

“I think I do, Ani” you smiled back, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

He sighed and drew you in for one last sweet kiss before Ben rang the doorbell; your cue to head out. 

You rested your forehead on Anains before kissing his cheek, “Until tomorrow, my love”.

He held your hand to his lips and kissed once more, “I’ll be waiting for you”.

With a smile you parted ways, greeted Ben, and headed to the car with Leia.

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A sweet aroma of cinnamon and cedar filled your senses as you entered Ahsoka’s house. She had been burning incense to provide good luck and fortune for your big day tomorrow. 

“Hey, Sky gal! Are you ready for tomorrow?” she asked happily as she drew you into a big hug.

You laughed and held her tightly, “Yes, I cannot wait” 

“That’s the spirit!” she quipped before crouching down to Leia’s level, “And you my dear, are you ready to be the best flower girl?”

Leia giggled and nodded ambitiously, “I’m so excited for Y/N to be my mommy” she smiled.

A mother…

You never really thought too much into how your relationship with the kids would change, technically, yes, you would be their stepmother.

But recently, it hadn’t hit you that they saw you as a maternal figure. Of course you cared for the kids more than anything, but it was an odd feeling to hear them refer to you as their mother. 

All the same, you responded to the brown haired girl with a calming voice, “I'm excited too”. 

Ahsoka and you sorted out some last minute venue things as Leia got into bed; once she was asleep you and Ahoka began the luxurious self care routine she had planned. You started with face masks and exfoliants, followed by moisturizers and toners. 

Everything was right in the world as the two of you sat on her king-sized bed in fluffy bath robes, watching random movies, and snacking on chocolate covered strawberries she had made earlier that day. Once you were thoroughly relaxed and your hunger satisfied, you headed off to bed.

You thanked Ahsoka once more and entered the guest room. Across the small room you saw your garment bag hanging next to the full length mirror. Ahsoka had been holding on to your wedding dress because you didn’t want Anakin to see it before the big day. 

Sleepily you unzipped the bag for one quick glance at your attire for tomorrow and a big smile found its way onto your face. 

You couldn’t wait. 

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You arrived at the venue with Ahsoka and Leia a few hours before the actual ceremony was set to start; the three of you hurried into the room set aside for getting ready.

Soon after you got situated and started getting ready some of your bridesmaids started arriving; you didn’t have too many, but you did ask some of your friends and a cousin or two to accompany you. 

“Y/N!! I’m so proud of you!” one of your childhood friends exclaimed as she rushed over to hug you. 

You laughed light-heartedly as she gave you a kiss on the cheek. 

Once everyone arrived you began to get ready. As much as you hated to admit it, getting ready with all the girls was so fun. Everywhere you looked there was someone doing their makeup or helping another girl with their hair. You also saw Leia’s excitement as the older women doted on her and complimented her cute dress. 

Ahsoka finished up her eyeliner and washed her hands before heading over to help you into your dress. Once she met you she smiled.

“Oh my, Y/N, you look like a dream!” she said as she lightly brushed your cheek with the back of her hand. 

“Thank you so much Ahsoka, for everything.” you responded with a light blush on your cheeks. 

Her manicured hands found their place over her heart as she looked at you adoringly. 

“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I’m so honored to call you my friend and I know you are so good for Anakin”.

You felt your emotions stir at her mention of your future husband. Instead of allowing your emotions to spill over, you took her into a loving embrace.

Everything was falling into place with less than an hour to spare. Not to say you weren’t getting last minute jitters; your subconscious anxieties began to break into your mind and you became a bit nervous.

What if he changed his mind? Were you too young? Was this the right decision? Were you ready to commit? Why were you over-thinking? Does overthinking mean you aren’t actually happy? Or is that just more overthinking?

Your restless mind raced with thoughts until you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It's time” a beaming Ahsoka said, offering you a hand to stand. 

As you stood the train of your dress flowed perfectly under you and the veil trailed nicely as you walked towards the doors. As you smoothed out the lace and embellishments, you heard the familiar tune of the song you chose for your procession. 

Indeed, it was time. 

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The doors of the venue opened to reveal the long silk runner for you to walk on to meet Anakin at the altar. Through your veil you could see the attendants on each side of the aisle, the rows were full of family, friends, and people you hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. It was a little overwhelming with all eyes on you. 

The weather was perfect, the sky partly cloudy and the greenery of the venue in full bloom. As the music continues you made your way to your future husband. 

An excited Leia walked in front of her brother with a wicker basket of assorted flowers. The crowd collectively awed at her when she tossed the petals. Close behind her was Luke, proudly carrying the rings in a small glass box.

Finally you reached your destination at the end of the aisle so meet a smiling Anakin. As you took your place beside his chair at the altar you felt a sense of relief, you were here with him and it felt right. 

He looked at you as if you were a goddess, his eyes only on you with such a look of awe. He was faced towards you in his chair and you met his gaze through the veil as you blushed.

His hair was combed back nicely; the longer strands curling slightly at the ends. His suit was tailored to fit his body perfectly; his shoulders looked broad and strong. 

Through the veil you could smell his familiar cologne and that further quelled your anxieties. 

You were ready. 

Once the music stopped and the crowd sat, Ben came up from his place as best man to help Anakin to his feet. The two of you had planned to have him stand at the altar because you would be there if he needed, and he was able to stand by himself for longer periods of time now. 

You couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he stood to his full height; his prosthetics made him slightly taller than the 6 '2 he was before the accident. 

Once he was situated the officiator began, 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today….”

To be quite honest you toned him out, instead focusing all of your energy into trying to get the clearest look at the man in front of you through the lacy veil. You couldn’t quite make out his whole expression but you could tell he was happy. 

Soon the officiator initiated the next part of the ceremony, “And now the couple will share their vows”.

You began with yours, just something small you prepared, from the heart. 

“Anakin, I cannot express to you how much you mean to me…I can’t believe that only a year and a couple months ago, we didn’t even know each-other existed. You have become such a pivotal part of my life and I’m so honored to have you in my life and to love you” 

As you continued the soft smile on his face widened and his blue eyes became caverns of emotion. 

“And with this ring, I give myself to you… as your partner, your number one supporter, and your wife”

You placed the gold band onto his mechanical finger and looked back into his eyes as he began his vows. 

“Y/N, sweetheart. Darling. My love. This past year has been a rocky one. But you have been there every step of the way, not just for me but for my kids too, I truly don’t think I would have survived without you. Every time I wanted to give up and accept death, you were there to help pull me through. You gave me strength when I had none, you cared for my children when I couldn’t, and gave me love the whole time. You taught me I could feel love again, you showed me that when I couldn’t even love myself. And for that I am eternally grateful, you have my heart, F/N.”

You blinked away the tears as you gazed into his vibrant eyes.

“I am so blessed to have you as my wife and I promise I will always love you…..unconditionally” 

His beautiful blue eyes, now endearingly an ocean of emotions as he gazed upon you.  

It took him longer to get the ring on your finger than you did with him because he was having difficulty gripping the small band of gold, but once he did he slid it onto your finger in the most tender way possible. You could tell he had practiced this motion before the ceremony because his fine motor skills were not usually this accurate. Your heart swelled at the thought. 

Once it was on the officiator continued to the final part.

“Anakin Skywalker, do you take F/N L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife and to cherish her through sickness and in health?”

“I do” he smiled down at you

“And F/N L/N, do you take Anakin Skywalker to be your lawfully wedded husband and to cherish him through sickness and in health?”

“I do” you responded, voice dull of adoration. 

“Then, with the power vested in me, I Pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may kiss your bride. Congratulations”

With the resonance of those words in your ears Anakin stepped closer to you and slowly reached his hand up to your veil to pull it back. He was careful not to mess up your hair or bump your face.

You beamed up at him as he got a clear look at your sweet face. It felt as if time stopped, it was only you and him. He mapped every inch of your face as if it were the first time he was seeing your beauty. He was so in love.

Gently, yet passionately the two of you joined in a longing embrace and sealed your vows with a kiss. 

Finally, you were his and he was yours. 

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(a/n: omg u guys, thank you so much for sticking with me through this journey… i cannot express how much each and every one of you mean to me!! this started out as me anonymously posting a fic idea and now here i am w 500 something followers and over 6,000 reads 🥹🥹 i love this story so much and it’s bittersweet to come to the end, but don’t worry i’ll do an epilogue heheh)

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[fagcrisis]

wait more rots thoughts. again its crazy that natalie portman and ewan mcgregor are actors who are good. bc when obi wan goes to see padme to ask her where anakin is, and she asks if hes going to kill him. and he says nothing. and then asks if the baby is anakins and she says nothing and then he just goes "im sorry" and leaves that scene would go crazy if the movie was fucking good!! like!

bc the implication rly is that obi wan knew all along. and hes not asking because he needs to know but as a way of apology to padme for failing her!! for failing to save anakin from himself and HER FROM ANAKIN! because like, theyre friends. he cares about her and she thinks of him as someone she can trust in a crisis!! shes married to her brother!! its such a gut wrenching scene out of context.

what really undercuts it is that literally minutes before that yoda is like you have to kill anakin (crazy thing for yoda to say but whatever) and obi wan is like i cant hes my brother but then by the time he gets to padme he seemed to have resolved to go kill anakin and anyway i just think it wouldve been interesting if he went up to her and was like. we need to find him i need to talk to him. we can make him understand bc were the only two people who really actually care about him!! instead of the stupid scene of obi wan stowing away on padmes ship. when padme confronts anakin it shouldve been the two of them... wouldve made more sense that obi wan isnt there like awkwardly standing on the ramp but theyre both trying to talk him down and he only gets agressive when anakin hurts padme or something. idk.

anyway my take is always gonna be: god this movie wouldve fucked if they built up some character dynamics, or alternatively, show me obi wan and padmes faghag relationship!!

[lightburnsyou]

may i raise you: we literally just started plotting them but Anakin and Cassandra 🚢

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. (meme) @historiavn

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits | (tbh im down for wherever the wind takes us!)

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship | (again, im down for wherever the wind takes us!)

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? ) - i love discussing plots and situations but i'm also very much a "we'll see where the vibe and muse go and adjust from there" type of writer!

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes (i rarely share them tho, but feel free to go through my meme tag!) | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter (if you're down lol but maybe need a lil more discussion first)

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: please im obsessed ive been thinking about regency!anakin all day! and i love cassandra! i cannot wait

[t3mpest98]

Oooo Cody’s big brothers senses are tingling, his vod’ika is in danger and he’s going to do anything to get Fox out

Breha you absolute QUEEN omg I love you

STONE AHAHAHAHA

LEAVE THEM ALONE MAS THEY DESERVE LITTLE SNACKIES >:((( petition for the Guard to have a required snack time

Breha you evil mastermind, gaslight gatekeep girlboss

AWWWWWWWWWW THEY MISSED EACH OTHER SM AKKDKFKFKFK THIS IS SO CUTE AND AHHHHHH HHHGGHHGHHHHH

AKDKKFKGKGK KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR EEEE YES YES YES MY BRAIN ITS MELTING HHHHHHHHH

The more about Mirror I learn another year is added onto my life he is a blorbo™️

ANAKIN NO IM BAPPING YOU ON THE HEAD WITH A CARDBOARD TOOP BAD ANAKIN

Does he really expect Fox to just up and kill Bail omg

FOX NO BABY NOOOOO BAIL TAKE CARE OF HIM PLS PLS PLS

WHEEZING WOLFFE OH MY GOODNESS THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH THAT GAVE ME IM DYING

HES GETTING MARRIED NOW ?????!

ABSOLUTELY AMAZING FIC AS ALWAYS MY DEAR BIG SIB I CANT WAIT TO READ THIS OVER AND OVER

Chapter 2 is up!

[jedibongrip]

au where anakin actually leaves the order as soon as he married padme and obi-wan is like "oh damn guess im leaving the order too" before anakin convinces him to stay in it (as long as he calls every day and visits them as much as they can) and while the council IS suspicious that every time senator amidalala needs a jedi escort she personally asks for obi-wan (especially because. anakin is right there and still has his lightsaber) its not like anything is WRONG so obi-wan heads out to naboo pretty often

anyway this au ends up obi-wan fucking the both of them while anakin and padme lovingly hold hands and tells him that they love him

[katierosefun]

when will taylor swift put out right where you left me and it’s time to go on digital so i could add it to my ahsoka and anakin/anakin and obi-wan/ahsoka character study/anakin character study/obi-wan character study playlists >:(

[kavaeroexe]

More muslim Y/N headcanons..

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Luke : so you doesnt eat for a whole 15 hours!?!?

Leia : what about drink?

Y/N : nope

-> 5 mins later

Han, sneakily gives you water and food : just eat, i won't tell god.

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Y/N, praying peacefully on rasor crest : ~

Din, sit beside you and start to ask your opinion : what do you think?

Y/N : *still praying, hopeing he will understand

Din : hello? Are you deaf?

Y/N 0,5 sec later : *preceeds to smack din with sajadah nonstop

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Y/N : *praying as usual

Young anakin : *Climbs on top of your head bc he's bored on the ship

Y/N : when can i get up from my rukuk (bow)...

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Boba : so you cant married with a non.. Muslam men?

Fem!Y/N : muslim. And yes, if im a boy i could marry a non muslim women-

Fennecc : how about marrying men?

Fem!Y/N : thats prohibited, its against the rule-

Fennecc : *slams on the table* YOU CANT BE GAY?

Fem!Y/N : YOU LITERALLY LET A MAN USING A TIN CAN SLIDE LIKE THAT BUT YOU CANT UNDERSTAND ME THAT I CANT BEING GAY? THATS RELIGION SHAMING-

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Ahsoka : *eats pork* you want one?

Y/N : no pork is prohibited in my-

Ahsoke : *spits it out* WAIT YOU CANT BE A JEDI IF YOU EAT PORK?

Y/N : IM NOT EVEN FINISH TALKING AHSOKA

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[mcu-coworkers]

Enchanted Pt.2

Summary:  You spend some time in the garden with Anakin after your first encounter.

Word count: 1,732

PT.1 PT.3 PT.4 PT.5 PT.6

Masterlist

Taglist: @graciexmarvel​ @ssophiebirkas​

Pairings: Young Anakin Skywalker x reader

A/N: This is the follow up to Enchanted im trying to make this last six parts in honor of Kenobi having six episodes! So I'm hoping  I can make this great enough for you guys, currently  I   have no idea where the next three chapters are going but  I   do know my endgame at least. Anywho, thank you for reading. I hope you guys enjoy it! p.s- I will be creating a master list soon!

The morning after the ball you awakened excitedly not even waiting for Naja to come in you started getting ready for the day hoping you’d get another stolen moment with Anakin sooner than later, just knowing he was somewhere in the palace made your heart skip a beat. 

Meanwhile Anakin had awakened quite early that morning having not been able to sleep much anticipating and planning his steps carefully so he’d be able to sneak away and find you while his master and the council spoke of the alliance with the king.

“My lady, what are you doing up already!” Naja said surprised to see you up and getting yourself ready.

 “It's a beautiful morning isn't it? I'd hate to miss a second more of it.” you said deciding today you’d make sure you would spend your day everywhere in hopes of catching a glimpse of those blue eyes. 

“Naja?   I'd like to have my breakfast in the garden this morning. Can you send it to have that arranged please?” you asked as you finished up your hair and looked at her through the mirror. 

“Yes princess, right away.” she said, getting ready to walk away.

“And don't forget to serve yourself as well Naja if there is much to talk about last night.” you said standing up and taking her hands in yours. 

“Don't think  I   would not spare any details for my closest friend.” you said after all every single lady or duchess you ever met only ever spoke to you out of respect to the throne you could never trust them like you did Naja.

 “Thank you princess,  I   will see you then.” she said smiling , holding in her tears, it didn't matter how many times you reminded her of your friendship, it still made her overly joyful to hear it every time.

As you went for your door to walk yourself down to the garden it opened abruptly and in came in your brother.

 “Sister, are you about to leave for breakfast?” he asked, coming in entirely. 

“Yes brother, actually  I was about to leave right now.” you said slightly annoyed by his timing.

 “Perfect,  I will join you.” he said, getting ready to walk out. “What, why?” you asked not to hold back your annoyance. 

“Is that a problem?” he asked, confused, you’d never denied his company before. “No, of course not. I just thought you’d be with your father and the Jedi for their meeting.” you said walking out of your room with him following behind. 

“No sister, that place is yours.” he said, smiling down at you. “Me? Why?” you asked confused, you’d never expected your father to give you a seat in his council until you married and his seat became your own. 

“To teach you the ways of the crown of course.” he said, chuckling at your confusion.

Just as you sat in the gardens you watched the Jedi walk past and in the direction of the training wing. 

“Where are the Jedi going?” you asked not to remove your gaze waiting to meet those blue orbs you've become addicted to.

 “Jedis must always train and meditate on my sister, it's what they do all day which is why they are all single.” he said, shoving his mouth with food, oh how proper of him. 

“Single? Like forever?” you asked snapping your head at him before turning back to the jedi, and just as you did you met eyes with Anakin who was already staring back with a small smile.

You smiled back hoping he couldn't sense your heart racing out of your chest, is that even how it worked? You didn't know but you wanted to find out, you wanted to know everything about Anakin Skywalker that there was. 

“Sister? Are you listening to me?” your brother asked, bringing you back to reality.

 “What? Yes obviously you're so loud all of town could hear you.” you said beginning to eat your breakfast in order to avoid anymore questions. 

“Well then, tell us of the suitors who caught your eye last night, any Jedi?” he said as he took a sip. 

You had to hold yourself back from reacting, “Jedi?   I   don't remember dancing with any Jedi last night do you?” you asked innocently.

“No  I   guess not sister, Naja? Did she mention anything to you?” he asked.

 “Me? No, my prince, why would she?” Naja said looking at you and smiling as you mouthed a thank you. 

“Hmm fine.” he said sitting back in his chair. “Well if that's all from you brother  I‘ll return shortly  I   must meet with father.” you said getting ready to leave. “I'll walk you.” he said standing. 

“No! Stay, enjoy the sun,  I   know my way around just fine brother.” you said turning to walk away.

Once you reached the hall you finally felt your chest lighten and free to think of that smile, those eyes, and- “will we always meet like this your highness?” you turned around quickly. 

Almost bumping into Anakin's chest  until you caught yourself wishing you hadn’t. 

“Y/n” you said quietly, “call me y/n” you said looking into his eyes with a shy smile. “ I   don't think it's proper to call royalty by their first name.” he said, coming closer.

“If  I wanted you to treat me properly  I   wouldn't be here, alone, with you.” you said stepping even closer.

 “And how would you like for me to treat you?” he said, bringing his face closer to yours. You smiled, “surprise me, Skywalker.” you said now inches away from his face. 

“Like a princess then, my princess.” he whispered before he stepped away creating an unwanted space between the two of you.

 “Come.” you said taking his hand and pulling him to the opposite sie of the gardens where you’d be hidden by the bushes. 

When you were sure you couldn't be seen you sat on the ground and pulled him down with you.

 “Tell me, what's it like being a Jedi?” you asked curiously, smiling at him.

 “You pulled me away to ask me about the Jedi?” he chuckled. 

“No, You are a Jedi, and  I   want to know about you.” you said shyly. 

He looked at you and smiled, feeling a sudden warmth in his heart. “It's hard work, it takes dedication but  I wouldn't change it for anything,  I‘ve seen so many worlds and met so many people.” he said smiling looking down.

“Any girls?  I   couldn't imagine there not being any for someone like you.” you said looking away.

 “None that have hidden me in a garden before” he said, bringing a laugh out of you and deciding that he’d try to do that more often. 

“It's the only place we could speak without my brother or maids hearing us.” you said looking back into his eyes with a soft smile.

 “Would it be so bad? If they knew?” he asked genuinely curious as to what you would say.

 “  I‘d ask the same question for you, the Jedi are not allowed attachments yet you found me on the balcony last night?” you asked hoping he wouldn't admit that you were just this planet's entertainment for him. 

“ I   do not go in search of the first pretty girl  I   see, on other planets we actually have missions and after those missions we go back to Coruscant and  I   continue to train under my master and the council, there is no one else beyond you, my princess.” he said, taking your face in his hands, “you are the first, your highness.” he said smiling.

“Oh stop it.  I   told you to call me Y/n, you do not work to please me Anakin.” you said giggling at the formalities. 

“Not yet, we might be seeing more of each other sooner than you think.” he said, pulling on the grass having heard whispers of her fathers plans through the Jedi council. 

“Well  I   would love to see more of you, maybe even as a Master one day.” you said taking in his features once more, “but for now we must go back before they come looking for me i've been out of sight for far too long.” you said smiling. 

“Tired of me already?” he said, helping you stand. “Looking forward to our next encounter actually.” you said, still holding his hands. 

Taking advantage of your boldness you pecked his lips quickly before running past him and back into the hallway trying to act as calm as possible and beginning to walk back towards the table in which Naja and your brother were still conversing when suddenly you heard Master Kenobi down the hall.

“Anakin!” he said looking around. “Master Kenobi!” you said loudly, catching his attention. 

“Oh, princess hello.” he said, a little confused as to why you were alone.

 “Is everything alright?” you asked, seeing anakin run into a hallway and pretending as if he had just walked out. You tried to stifle a laugh as he put on a serious face. 

“Master? Finally I've been looking for you for ages now.” he said before looking at you and nodding, “Princess.” he said with a small smile. 

“Mr.Skywalker.” you replied formally. 

“Well now that    I ‘ve found you come, it is time for Master Yoda and   I   to meet with the council and the King and they've asked for your presence, you're moving up Anakin.” he said proudly, making your heart warm up as you watched the close bond between the two. 

“Perfect,  I   will walk with you both. My father has asked for my presence as well.” you said smiling as you turned around and began heading in the direction of the royal council.

“Now where did you actually go, Anakin?” Obi-wan said suspiciously. 

“To the bathroom master  I   swear it. There's just so many turns.” he said looking at his master with a frown. 

“Go on then, don't let the Princess walk alone.” He said to his padawan. 

Anakin sighed pretending to be annoyed, “yes master.” quickening his pace to catch up to you and giving a small nod before looking away, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks as you turned away. 

Behind you Kenobi quietly mumbled, “ I   said three doors down the hall to the left…. Hmm” he said looking at his padawan before catching up to the both of you.

[tennessoui]

do you have any non-human anakin fics, or even fics where u could hc anakin as a human passing alien(his wings were cut off as a baby or smth) i’ve been on a non-human anakin thought kick lately (its sooo thematically resonant like he’s trying to fit in but he’s not quite there and it seven more of a betrayal towards his own self if he serves the human dominated empire also we never see his legs in canon so we never know) and you’re like, one of the best writers in the fandom but i haven’t found anything from u bc i’m bad at looking through tumblr. like would obi-wan even know anakin wasn’t human if it wasn’t pointed out? would he feel betrayed by his anakin’s intentional hiding this from him? or would anakin just like think like ‘oh yeah it’s normal for some humans to have little horns and fangs ofc i’m human like obi-wan?’

anyways i hope u have a good day

ooo what an interesting ask!! i thought about this for a bit and i can really only think of 3 fics/aus where anakin is very obviously non-human(/adjacent) + where there's at least a ficlet of writing for it, and only two is set in the gffa (where jedi exist) and none are the same vibes you're talking about (where obi-wan is unaware how non-human anakin is)

haunt me then - anakin has "come back wrong" after padmé brings him back from the dead. he's very non human here and obi-wan is both insanely unsettled and insanely glad to have him back so if you want non-human & unhealthy relationships this is the fic for you!!

we walk among the clouds in the sky - the closest thing i'll ever get to an indiana jones au/atlantis au where obi-wan is a professor&explorer and anakin is a demi-god who has been waiting for him to show up <3

fae anakin au - here on tumblr! obi-wan is a jedi padawan when he meets fae anakin, who gets him to promise that when he is "of age" they'll marry. obi-wan, with a concussion, promises this and then is very surprised to see fae!anakin (who is now his husband) pop up in his quarters a few years later

i know eldritch anakin is a big thing and i even know there are a ton of fics with eldritch/nonhuman anakin out there from other authors, but i can't think of a single one!! im sorry :( i haven't written a lot of this specific thing but god does it sound delicious

[fluffshisuga]

Festivities § Obi-Wan Kenobi

Im sick. That is all. This has 1135 words, you're welcome.

Summary- Obi-Wan searches for you at a festival, but finds himself stumbling instead.

Lights twinkled and shined as they swayed in the breeze. The festivities of the planet were full of vendors and people. Obi-Wan looked around, searching faces. He stopped when he saw his padawan, Anakin, talking with now Senator Padme. He watched for a few moments and continued his search. You had mentioned that you would be there, enjoying the festival alongside your companions, yet you were no where to be found. Obi-Wan huffed as he trudged towards Anakin and Padme and took a drink from the table beside him.

“Is there something bothering you, Master?” Anakin asked, looking at Obi-Wan quizzically. Obi-Wan shook his head in response, muttering “you did hear her say she would be joining us tonight, right?” Anakin looked down at Padme, a smirk on his lips. “She did say she would, are you looking for her?” He teased.

Ever since he became a padawan, Anakin had witnessed the connection between you and Obi-Wan, one that he would consider mutual crushing, much like him and Padme originally had. Though, neither of you had made a move, and even after Anakin and Padme had secretly married, they watched as the tension had only grown between the two of you. Padme thought it was sweet, where Anakin had just about enough of the side glances and smiles. But he had to admit, what Obi-Wan had said about you not being there set an unease in his gut. You had promised to be there. The planet of Aquim was celebrating the moon cycle, something that reportedly only happened every 20 years. Growing up on a planet of sand with two suns, the thought of a planet of water and two moons was something Anakin couldn’t miss, and had made you promise to come along after your many stories of the planet to him when he was younger.

The crowd around the open hall began to quiet and gather around the center, all looking in the direction of what resembled a long table towards the front, rested atop a small flight of stairs. A man came out, thanking the guests and announcing, “Our dear Duchess is thankful for your attendance, and wishes to thank you all personally.” With that, he stepped aside.

Gasps were heard throughout the hall as a woman dressed in a deep blue dress walked up. The dress was long and free flow, silver shone in small spots all over and two crescent moons sat just on the bosom. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened when he looked into the eyes of the Duchess, your e/c orbs scanning the crowed before you and landing on his own. You smiled softly.

“Thank you, all of you, for joining me in the celebration of the moons.” Anakin looked at Obi-Wan, eyes wide and mouth agape. Padme stood next to him, chuckling, for she had already known where you were and what you were doing. “For those who are visiting us for the first time,” you started again, “I thank you. The celebration of the Moons is a very important affair for my people. On this day every 20 years, our dear Moons Effie and Cyrus meet in the sky together and embrace. It is their love that allow our planet to function. Our tides are a key part to our way of living, and our dear moons control them and the water itself. Without them, we would not have the life we graciously live today.” You stopped, waiting for the applause to quiet down, before continuing. “This day is not only to celebrate the Moons, however. We are here today to also choose a new leader, one that has been touched by moonlight and has been chosen to lead us for the next 20 years. I have had the gracious responsibility of leading you all, but I’m afraid it is time for me to step down.”

With that, you stepped to the side, and a new girl took your place. She greeted the people before her and assumed the role of duchess. You smiled as the festivities started to truly begin and made your way to the east side of the hall, where you saw your companions waiting for you.

“Y/n! You look great! And you’re a duchess?” Anakin exclaimed, running up and grasping your waist and spinning you around in a hug. You laughed and hugged him back as he sent you down. Padme walked up to you and hugged you as well, squeezing you lightly in a way to show she was proud. “Thank you, really. I had been waiting for the next festival for a while so I could do this. Being a Jedi and a duchess is hard work, you know.” You joked, waving the two off as you made your way towards Obi-Wan. He eyed you slightly as you got closer, your smile still present on your lips. “So, a duchess?” He questioned, handing you a drink. You nodded in thanks and took a sip. “Yes,” you hummed, leaning your shoulder against his own. “And here I thought you bailed on me and stayed home.” Obi-Wan joked, looking down to look at your face. He couldn’t help the feelings that blossomed in his gut seeing you in such a beautiful dress, and the lovely look you gave him as you noticed his staring.

“Something the matter?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. Without thinking, Obi-Wan found himself reaching for your face and caressing your cheek, speaking just loud enough for the two of you to hear. “You look even more beautiful than the day we met” he hushed, resting his forehead against your own. Heat crept up to your cheeks as your breath hitched, resting your hand on his arm. “Well, I am dressed up for a festival,” you joked, moving to rest your head on the spot between his shoulder and neck. You felt him hum in response and take your hand in his own, a soft tone to his next words. “Each day, you grow more beautiful. It is something I cannot bare. Dressed up or not, my love for you grows.” His sudden confession makes your lips curl into a smile as you look up and into his eyes. His blue eyes stared into your own, lovingly, and before you knew it, your lips had connected. His beard tickled you as you embraced him and deepened the kiss, hands moving up and into his auburn hair. He hummed into the kiss and sighed when you pulled away. “Not here, darling.” You stated, looking around as the people around you bustled in excitement to enjoy the activities. “Perhaps you’d like to join me in the festivities, my love?” Obi-Wan’s smile grew at the new nickname and place his hand on the small of your back as you began to explore the festival.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

A wedding!| Crosshair

God this frame is so smooth

Reader: female

Warnings: nope

"I can't do this! Im backing out!"

"Hey! Hey!" Echo spoke hands out in a calming notion, "calm down Y/n. You can do this."

"I look ugly- ugh..."

"You look magnificent Y/n." Tech spoke.

"I-I don't know."

The two boys sighed, Howzer and Gregor rushing in closing the door behind them, both dressed up nicely in there tuxs yet missing there jackets as they had been rushing around.

"We're gonna be late!" Gregor spoke.

"I can't Im sorry..." Y/n spoke, "H-he'll think Im ugly."

"Y/n." Howzer told her, "Its Crosshair. You cant possibly be uglier than him-"

"Howzer."

"Sorry...tried to copy his humor usually calms you." He apologized walking over, "Now. Tell us. Your brides boys whats wrong."

"Y-you don't think I look ugly?" Y/n asked the group, "Im so fat looking, look at my hips Howzer!"

"You look smokin to me!" Gregor stated with a smile, "I'll marry you if he doesn't! Look at you!"

Gregor came over as he turned her around to look in the mirror.

"I see a strong! Will minded! Individual! Shes taken bullets! She's taken lightsabers! Shes taken on the galaxy with a single blaster!" Gregor spoke with a large smile, the other boys coming behind her with a smile, "Shes strong! And will walk down the isle like a trooper! Just to reach the end to realize she doesnt have to be a trooper anymore."

Y/n slolwy nodded as the boys cheered, "Thats the Y/n we all know!"

"Im sorry! General called me! And then I had to rush in here! And I found your coats! Ashoka is here too and found the bouquet!" Cody rushed in Ashoka rushing in, the Tortuga holding the flowers.

"I think Cody's more worried than Y/n." Tech spoke as she chuckled.

"You look beatiful Y/n." Ashoka spoke.

"Thank you..." She spoke.

"We have everything then?"

"I have her the extra shoes."

"I have vodka. "

"Echo-"

"Okay. Come on Come on. Anakins waiting to take us!"

"Anakins driving?" The group asked Ashoka.

"Maybe not the best idea, yeah." Ashoka responded.

"Well?"

"What?"

"GO! We're gonna be late!"

"Shit right!"

They helped Y/n down the palaces staircase where anybody who seen the two congratulated her telling her she looked beatiful, she thanked each person gratefully as they got to the speeder.

"Wow." Anakin spoke, "might have to steal you for myself."

"Not if I get to you first." Pademe spoke sitting in the front passanger seat.

"Thanks guys. I need it." Y/n spoke with a smile as she stepped in the others following her and they were off and going through the Naboo streets.

"It looks crook-it." Crosshair spoke fixing the boutonniere.

"Its fine." Hunter spoke, fixing Crosshairs flower, Crosshair checking himself in the church hall mirror for the 100th time.

"You look amazing!" Wrecker spoke patting his brother roughly on the back causing him to jolt forward.

"Well Y/n has to like it. Thats all that matters." Crosshair spoke.

"I think you look good! On the fly!" Omega spoke , the little girl in her own suit matching the brothers, with the exception of her only have a vest on.

"Uh huh." Crosshair spoke looking down at the kid, but back at himself.

"Im here." Rex spoke walking in with a small box he also in a suit, "Y/n had me pick this up last mintue, guess they couldn't finish it until last mintue."

Crosshair turned around as Rex handed him the box, Crosshair grabbed it from him, with a small thanks as he opened it.

"What is it?" Omega asked curiously.

Crosshair chuckled as he pulled out a necklace a shard of glass covered the egdes to prevent it from cutting anything.

"Is that the shard of glass she pulled out your side?" Hunter questioned.

"Yes it is." Crosshair smiled, pulling it over his as he tucked the necklace away in his shirt.

"Thats the mission we found you both making out in the medbay!" Wrecker spoke.

"Oh yeah!" Omega spoke, "You told her, 'I love you, and I dont even love my brothers so deal with it,'"

Crosshair chuckled ruffling the kids hair.

"Hey! Hunter just did this!"

"Well then you better scram and fix it with him" Crosshair teased as Hunter and Omega rushed off, Hunter to go find some water to help slick back Omega's hair and fix her string of beads she wore on her head.

"You too are surely perfect for one another." Rex spoke, then someone came over.

"Sir. It's almost time."

Crosshair nodded.

There was no turning back, even if anxiety racked the deepest part of his body, he knew beneath all of that (way beneath) he was more than ready, and hope Y/n felt the same.

So there he was waiting, his palms sweating, the back of his neck sweating, his whole body, he had been lucky enough he brought some toothpicks, but soon ran out as they snapped, the room filled with clones mostly, some generals Y/n were friends with, and some of the friends they had met along the way.

He slightly calmed as he reflected on the past, the war, it was over, the Republic had won. It was odd saying that. They had won the war.

But he'd be the only one winning today.

"Im so excited!" Omega cheered as Hunter chuckled.

"Crosshair deserves it the most out all of us." Hunter spoke the young girl infront of him, both Crosshairs groomsmen, along with Wrecker and Rex.

Over on Y/n's side was Echo, Tech, Gregor and Howzer across from them, Cody coming down the isle with the rings, and Ashoka carrying both baby luke and leia who tossed flowers and the people rather than the floor.

"Oh maker...." Y/n breathed heavily, "I-I can't. Look at me!'

"You look beatiful." Fisto spoke, "You're nervously is all."

"I-" Y/n spoke, "what happens if he does like the dress? Doesnt like the way I walk-"

"My padawan." Fisto spoke as Y/n sighed looking at him, "There is no need to be so worried, he loves you. Very much."

Y/n flushed as he smiled, "Now! We will celebrate such a beautiful day! With?"

"A beatiful smile." Y/n answered as her master smiled at her, Y/n smiling as the music started playing, people rising and the doors opening.

She froze, was the isle always that long? Her anxiety taking over.

"Calm yourself, this is a happy day for you." Fisto responded as they started walking.

"I-I know Master, and I know I want this. Its just...alot at once." Y/n responded there pace steady as they pasted by the Jedi and clones.

"Thats! Our General!" A clone shouted as the church roared in short laughs.

"Oh maker..." Y/n whispered embaraced as they made it to the half way mark.

"And you have many supports of your decision." Fisto spoke complimenting the shouting clone, and gesturing to the many same faces on one side of her, they waving smally to her.

"General! Its me! Fives!" Fives whispered softly with a wave as she chuckled waving smally to him.

"Yes hello Fives." She whispered back as they contuined.

"But then again," Fisto contuined his lesson, "on both sides."

She looked towards the large group of Jedi, Anakin besides Padame as they waved, both happily openly married, Deepla nodding with Obi-wan, and Caleb waving with some other smaller padawans.

"But they'll be people who don't support you. And not everyone can support you." He spoke the two looking forward again as they reached the small stairs leading up the the alter.

"General Fisto." Crosshair greeted.

"Crosshairs." Fisto replied with a smile, Fisto holding her hand looking at her.

"But remember my padawan, no matter which I agree or disagree with you, I will be with you." Fisto spoke as Y/n nodded, attemping not to start crying, "You have become strong jedi, but an even stronger Woman. And I? I will forever be proud of you."

The last of his lesson broke her into tears as he smiled, "T-thank you master."

"Now. Go. Go and live for yourself."

Her hand was handed to Crosshair as he helped her up the small steps, Y/n looking up at him, the music coming to a hault as they stood infront of one another, Crosshair wipping her cheek of any tears carefully.

Y/n smiled at him, "thank you."

"Anything for my Cyare."

Y/n flushed as the ceremony started, did she listen to any of it? No. Not really, and neither did Crosshair.

The two continously stealing small smiles and stares from one another.

"Crosshair, do you take Y/n to be your wife, in deaths arms and through health?"

"Objection!" Wrecker shouted.

"What?" Y/n questioned.

"The council must discuss first!" Rex spoke as Y/n stood there shocked, her bridal party trying not to laugh, but the people attending didn't mind laugh as they let out a storm of laughter.

She watched Crosshair and his groomsmen party huttle up.

"Is this for real?" Y/n questioned looking at her men as they covered there mouths trying not to laugh.

"The council has reacted its decision!" Omega shouted as Wrecker highfived her on her loudness.

"Hell yes." Crosshair smiled as Y/n face palmed, but found it funny none the less.

"Uh...the rings."

Cody held out the pillow with the rings on it as Crosshair held her hand.

"What am I gonna do with you?" Y/n whispered to him with a smile.

"Marry me?" Crosshair questioned.

"And do you Y/n? Take Crosshair to be your husband? In deaths arms and through health?"

"Don't know might have to speak with my council." Y/n responded.

"Oh hell yeah!" Gregor shouted as they pulled her back, Crosshair smirking as they huddled up.

"Yep they're definitely ment to be together." Hunter whispered to Rex.

"Agreed, can't lie though, its fun to watch them go at each other." Rex spoke.

Y/n returned to her post infront of Crosshair.

"Yeah sure why not." Y/n repsonded with a smile.

The large room was filled with more laughter as Crosshair and her looked at one another. Laughing fits stuck in the pits of there stomach as she put the ring on Crosshairs finger.

"You may kiss you bride-"

Y/n grabbed Crosshair, by the back dipping him over as she kissed him.

"Why do I even try anymore..." The preist spoke with a sigh.

The room was filled with cheers and clapping as Y/n helped Crosshair stand back up. Pulling away from the kiss the two laughed, hand in hand they rushed down the isle together, Y/n hiking up her dress in one hand as they laughed happily.

Exiting the area the doors were closed behind them.

"You think your funny? Huh?" Crosshair teased.

"I must get it from you." She smirked as he chuckled, kissing her again as they made there way outside and into the city of Naboo.

Walking into there speeder Y/n smiled at Crosshair.

"I've waited so long to do that." Crosshair smiled, holding her cheek as she flushed, "and just with you."

He kissed her again, pulling her closer as she kissed back.

"I love you." Y/n told him.

"How much?" Crosshair teased.

"Mhm. To the inner rim and back." Y/n smiled.

"You must love me a lot then."

Y/n laughed as they kissed again.

[officialgomezaddams]

Cabin House

if this dosen’t take im shooting myself $wag no TW except usual sadness. Slight simp anakin and breeding kink but iykyk

She sat outside on the porch in her rocking chair, watching the ship in front of her lower its self onto the meadow surrounding the cabin that she lived in with her husband. She smiled to herself, her hands rubbing her pregnant stomach in relief that he was home. It was a new feeling to both of them, homeliness. A family that is now back together. Or at the very least, the start of one. 

They had met when they were both young, Anakin was in Jedi training, and Y/n was a mechanic at the same temple. It was a decent gig, she reasoned with herself. The many hours and days spent watching and learning from her father in his shop had paid off. 

Born and raised in the capital of the galaxy, the high life never slowed down. There was always loud traffic, busy trade; the planet never slept. Anyone could go to a party or club; some festival was always happening. The temple was different, a little peace in the concrete jungle. As the war started, the need for maintenance shot up—the urgency to fix whatever droids or ships needed to be rewired or mending broken welds. Simultaneously, the Jedi and the politicians tried to restore the balance, maintenance fixing everything else. 

A job was a job, and getting herself out of her father’s small auto body garage was a priority for her. Pulling night shift sucked, but the lack of staff and management who wanted to do nights meant she could get away with a lot. 

It started when the shy padawan walked up to her, the shift partner in the area she worked with was sleeping in his chair, and even tho he was older than her and had more experience, Y/n didn’t wake him up. It was her first real interaction with someone who was force sensitive, and she was thanking the stars that this boy somehow made his way to her.

It wasn’t because he was lost. Anakin had been at the temple long enough to know it by hand and could probably draw blueprints of the entire layout. The way around maintenance wasn’t that hard, as he often borrowed material from them to fix small stuff he could handle. Anakin had caught glimpses of her, he would stare at her for the few seconds it took to pass each other while he was leaving the ship and for maintenance to check it for any repairs that needed to be done.

“What’s up, Starboy?” Y/n teased. Even though she had never met him formally, he was quite well known for his destiny. 

He shuffled his feet around, and all the confidence he once had was gone. He looked at her before looking down at the table she was in front of, watching her set down the wrench she was fiddling with. 

“I need an arm.” He shot out, not even knowing how to ask for such a thing. 

“An arm?” She had responded, wanting to make sure he had said the right thing. “Why do you need an arm-” She asked but quickly stopped as he dropped his robe, and she realized he was missing the very thing he had asked for. “Oh. You need an arm.”

It took about six months for the arm to be built. It took a lot of measurements, calculating, and many, many nights for it to be made giving Anakin time to grow his confidence back up and flirt relentlessly with her. Telling her that it didn’t bother him that he would almost get little to no sleep because ‘being with you is a dream I never want to wake up from.’ On the nights he didn’t see her he would tell her, ‘Even though I couldn’t be with you, I still see you in my dreams. The best dreams I will ever have will always be the ones where you are in it. My dreams with you are so sweet to the violent reality of being a Jedi.’ 

The last night the two spent together working on his arm, or to be honest it was just her while Anakin would pour his heart out to her, hoping for something, a kiss, or even the simple statement that she returned his feelings. 

“If I have any problems with my arm, I’m coming to you. For my arm and my heart, you are the only one who knows how to fix them. Help me Y/n, my heart hurts, it burns for you. Every time I leave you or think about how you aren’t mine it aches. It’s so painful. Fix it, please. Tell me you don’t feel the same way, that your heart beats differently to the tune of mine.” He told her, watching her with doe eyes as she concentrated on wiring the last few things together. 

“Isn’t that against your rules?” 

“Attachment is forbidden, possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say I am encouraged to feel this way about you.” He stated, awkwardly biting his lip which made her giggle. 

“In three days, I have time off, maybe then you can teach me about this new teaching, and I can teach you something about how to use the arm.”

Neither of them expected it to be like this. Married and expecting. The moment she had told Anakin the news, he had immediately begun thinking of moving. Getting away from the city life and going somewhere more quiet and peaceful. Somewhere the war could not disturb them, so they landed in Alderaan. The whole planet was pulled right from a painting, and the moment they settled on the cozy cabin, they both realized that after years of running around, they finally found their home. With each other, in their soon-to-be family, and in Alderaan. 

As the ship lowered its self to the ground, the woman awkwardly got out of the chair and stood up, holding onto the wooden frame of the porch. Anakin swiftly got out, smiling from ear to ear as he saw her waiting for him. His feet moved on their own as he ran to her, watching her take careful steps to meet him. Before she knew it, his arms were around her, pulling her into him. “Don’t strain yourself for me.” He whispered, kissing her head. 

She was thirty-three weeks into her pregnancy with twins. The two babies growing safely in her womb had made things more difficult for her in terms of moving around, and she had long forgotten her shoes. 

They didn’t move in right away. They waited until work became difficult for Y/n, getting down to work on something wasn’t easy anymore, and she couldn’t be on her feet for more than an hour and a half until her feet started hurting. On the other hand, Anakin wanted to move in as soon as they got it. ‘You shouldn’t have to work, you’re pregnant with our babies, and I want you to enjoy this.’ He also knew how chatty the maintenance section was and was not looking forward to any rumors that could be spread about his wife. ‘Tell them they are mine. I’m not going to let them disrespect my children by disrespecting you. Tell them that I got you pregnant, that you took me in, and this is what my seed is doing to you.’

“How are you, my angel?” He asked, watching as the moonlight hit her face. He had been gone for most of the pregnancy, being forced to leave after her first doctor’s appointment that confirmed that Y/n was with child. Only then, she was nine weeks far too early to be showing anything. He came back to her a few weeks later, and the first thing he did when he greeted her was to kiss her fourteen-week stomach, but he didn’t stay long. The three days they were together were spent moving quickly into the new house. Only the important things she needed were to stay back at the temple so she could continue with work. They didn’t have much, but Anakin insisted on carrying everything, telling her that she was not even to lift her jewelry box because he didn’t want anything to happen to the babies. 

“Bored. I’ve been itching to get back to work; there’s only so much you can crochet before you want to stab yourself with the needles.” She joked, making them both laugh. 

“And the babies?” He asked, his hands dropping to rub the sides of her stomach. It brought him pride to see her like this. Seeing her carrying his child, seeing her full belly, smiling at the thought of the stretch marks that clung to her round belly, knowing that her body was adjusting well. The few times he was able to see Y/n through the hologram, he always admired his wife’s new changing body.

“Restless. I’m hoping now that you’re home, they’ll calm down for a little bit.” Anakin pulled her into a soft kiss. The whole time he had been away, she and the babies were always on his mind. He would wonder if they were kicking or thinking about what to name them. He would think about Y/n, if she was sleeping and if she was pushing herself too hard. He felt terrible for not being there to hold her hair back through morning sickness or walk her around to make sure she got the proper exercise she needed. He felt so useless. 

“How long do I have you back for?” She asked. It was an impossible question because no matter what time frame they had, it wouldn’t be enough. She just wanted him to be here with her, safe. The only good part about being away from the temple was she got away from all the rumors about her husband being dead or being held somewhere and tortured. She wanted him here in their home, enjoying the moments and milestones that she was going through alone. She had convinced herself that if - stars forbid it- something happened to Anakin, she could do it by herself. She could raise the kids and do what she could to make ends meet. It’d be challenging, and she understood that. But in her opinion, what could be harder than going through this pregnancy alone? Forcing herself to get the rooms ready, forcing her co-workers at the temple to help her in the later stages because she couldn’t depend on Anakin. 

He quietly led her to the house, purposefully ignoring the question because he knew that it wouldn’t be the one she wanted to hear. Only when she asked again as they reached the front door, he answered. “A week. Then I have to go back, and I don’t know where the council is sending me. Probably to Hutta.”

“You’re gonna be here for the births, right?” She pressed, stepping into the warm cabin and away from the cool breeze of the night along with his arms. 

“Y/n, I promise that once our children are born, I will be there for everything,” He reassured her. He knew it was a promise that he couldn’t keep. That the Jedi council would most likely tear him away from his family sooner or later. With war, or keeping the force away from the Darkside, he knew that it would be something. “Don’t look at me like that, Angel. You know how hard this is for me. You knew what you were getting yourself into.” He took a step towards her, but she shook her head and stepped back, turning around and began waddling herself towards the shared bedroom. 

“But I didn’t expect it to be left by myself throughout this.” His wife began, with Anakin following her quickly. “All alone and pregnant just to have you, my husband, show up for a few hours or a few days if I am lucky. Then to have him leave me alone again.”

“Am I not here, in our home when I can be?” 

“Our home?” She raised her voice, “It feels as if you are no more than a guest.” Finally turning around to look at him before walking over to the bed and sitting down facing away from him, looking out the window that gave a view of the spacecraft out front. “Anakin, I want to go back to the Coruscant.”

“Going back wouldn’t change a thing.” His words were forced, trying to stay calm and not lose his temper. He was a good husband, or at least he tried to be. It wasn’t easy - for anyone. But he tried, skipping meetings and purposefully doing stuff to get close to you, reporting ships and droids as broken so he could sit with you as you worked on them. Even now, with the war, just being on the opposite side of the same planet was enough for him. “You know that I can’t control what happens out there. I don’t get to pick and choose when I get to stay home!” His anger was cut off by the sound of her whimper. 

“Y/n, Starlight,” He was cautious with his words now, “Y/n?” She would not face him as he sat down next to her on the corner of the bed, his head down in shame. “Please tell me you don’t regret this.” Any of this, he thought to himself, knowing it was always her who got the short end of the lifestyle they had to hide. 

“Anakin, our love is like the Coruscant. It’s messy at first glance, and it’s hard to understand why it hasn’t just fallen apart in chaos. It doesn’t make any sense. But if you squint hard enough and really focus in,” She began slowly, trying not to fall apart. “You can see how nice and beautiful and all of the great things you can get out of it.” Her lip quivered, and her voice broke, letting the painful tears she was holding in anymore. “But I’m so tired of squinting.”

Neither of them looked at each other. While Y/n cried into her hands, Anakin just sat there, trying to figure out what to do. “I-” The reality that this could be it, this is all about to end, made him re-think his words. Did he miss something? Was he too happy that he was starting a family with the girl he fell in love with at nineteen to realize that she was now, what? Fallen out of love for him while she was right about to give birth? For once, Anakin was speechless. He could still fix this, right? I have to fix this. She’s fucking pregnant with my children. Our children. 

“What do you want then? I’m here, now, Angel. I -I don’t know what you want.” His voice was pitiful, but she was strong. She had to if she was going to do this alone.

“I want you to get in your ship and leave.” 

As soon as she said it, he was protesting, ”Go where? Baby, please, don’t make me go back.” He was the one crying now, tears falling mercilessly down his face, realizing that this was it.

“I don’t care where you go, Anakin. Just- you can’t stay here. You make me too sad.” 

[heywejustheretohavefum]

Attachment - Chapter One

- to clarify, you are an adult in this story. also, im sorry my writing is so bad and that i have not proofread this very thoroughly, but hell, this isnt my job and i dont have to be good at it -

word count : 1.5k

warnings : none, i think

From the start, your relationship with Master Skywalker was unorthodox. Yet the bond you shared was a strong one, though it started strangely.

He had been showing you to your quarters after your fateful meeting with the Jedi Counsel. After the excitement of the day, you were more than ready to take a much needed rest; the emotions which you had ignored rising up through you. It seemed as if your new master sensed this, as he didn’t attempt to make conversation. It was you who talked first.

“I killed him,” you said. (e/c) eyes still staring at the floor, you didn’t notice his clear blue gaze settle onto your bowed head. “The man who killed my mother.” Though you paused, as if to allow him to say something in response to your confession, Anakin stayed quiet. What could he say? ‘Me too’? For he had done the same thing on Tatooine on that awful day when his mother was taken from him.

“I didn’t have to…I did it because I wanted to,” you looked up at him this time, your soft eyes staring into his steelier ones. You both stopped, standing still in the middle of the halls of the Jedi Temple. It was a moment of understanding, and the way your (h/c) locks cradled your face made Anakin feel calmer than he ever had before.

Yet as your bond grew brighter, Anakin and Padmé’s slowly dimmed. He was given six weeks leave from the war in order to train his new padawan, which he had originally planned to spend with his wife as well. Yet as the days drifted by, he found himself wanting to leave your side left. By the third week, he had stopped sleeping in the secret apartment he and Padmé had shared. The Chosen One didn’t understand it; how he had longed for Padmé only weeks ago and now had no desire to see her.

Perhaps it was you. Or more specifically, the fact that you knew of his and Senator Amidala’s forbidden relationship. Anakin still didn’t understand how you found out about them.

You had been early for your training, as always. Master Skywalker, though he tried, could never get to the training room before you. And as always, you were meditating upon his arrival; Anakin swore he had never met a Jedi who enjoyed meditating more than you.

“I thought Jedi weren’t allowed to have attachments,” your voice was soft and just as lovely as ever when you spoke to him, your eyes meeting his own.

“We’re not,” Anakin responded with a classic smirk gracing his handsome face.

“Then how come you're married to Senator Amidala?” You didn’t expect your question to be answered, clearly, as you stood up from your cross-legged position on the floor.

Your master’s head whipped up, following your movements as you walked to get a training staff to practice with. “I...H-how do you know? About Padmé and me?”

(e/c) eyes stare down at the dueling staff, giving it a gentle twirl in your hand. “I don’t know. I just...knew,” you paused, turning to look at him again. “And it’s ‘Padmé and I’, not ‘Padmé and me’.”

But was it really just the simple anxiety of having another person know of them? Anakin wasn’t so sure. After yet another fight with Padmé, he had gone to the only person who he could vent to - you, which then led to a late night sparring session.

Elegant blue clashes with the brilliant emerald green of your own saber. Over and over again they collide in blinding fury; both fighters stay on equal footing until Master Skywalker slashes unexpectedly at your shins. Just in time, you jump, landing with practiced grace on the hilt of his weapon. Twisting his wrists to angle the glowing blade up into your back, Anakin swings again. Jumping over his head, you dodge the fiery cerulean sword before wrapping your legs around his throat. Your master falls backwards from the unexpected shift in weight. The wind is knocked out of you as you crash onto the ground, but a second later you find the strength to summon the saber which had fallen from your master’s hand. You swiftly straddle him, and with a saber dangerously close to both sides of his throat, Anakin concedes to you.

“That was quite the impressive fight,” Obi-Wan Kenobi says. The bearded man had been secretly watching your entire battle with his former padawan; he’s impressed by your dexterity and skill after only a few months of training.

“Thank you, Master Kenobi,” you say, bowing to him.

“How does it feel to be beaten by your padawan, Anakin?” He asks with a smirk which only widens as he sees Anakin’s frown deepen.

“You should know very well what that’s like, my former master,” Anakin retorts. You laugh sweetly, snorting slightly as you try desperately to breathe between giggle fits. Both blue-eyed men watch as you chortle with softened expressions.

“Master Skywalker’s only mad because he hasn’t won against me in a week,” you declare proudly, twisting around to face Obi-Wan. “Even if it’s probably only because I know his fighting style so well by now.”

“Well then, would you care for more of a challenge?” Master Kenobi asks, noticing but ignoring his former padawan’s glare; the bright smile you offer him being far more captaving.

“It would be an honor, Master Kenobi.”

The fight was a long one, both of you being skilled fighters despite your short time training with a lightsaber. It ended with you yielding after being pinned against the wall by the older man with a saber at your throat. Anakin watches with resentment as Obi-Wan steps away from you, allowing you to move away from the wall.

“You certainly do have a strange fighting style, padawan,” the bearded man comments; your style was different from other Jedi - instead of relying solely on your lightsaber like most, you used it as a distraction to try and get in more physical attacks in order to disarm your opponent. He guesses it was due to what you learned before arriving at the Jedi Temple.

Sliding your lightsaber back into place, you smile up at Kenobi. “I’m not sure if that’s meant as a compliment or an insult, master,” you say in amusement. Obi-Wan finds the sparkle in your eyes as you meet his own intoxicating, and shocked, he looks away.

The Chosen One glares at his former master, a grimace etched into his handsome features. He doesn’t understand the feeling of boiling resentment in his gut, nor why he wants to shove Obi-Wan across the room - anything to get him away from you. “It’s late,” he says, hopefully without any annoyance he felt evident in his voice. The way you look up at him, almost shocked as if you forgot about him, only serves to aggravate him more. “I’ll walk you to bed (n/n).” It wasn’t often that your master used his nickname for you in front of others, and you silently wonder why he does now. You decide it’s because he’s more comfortable around Obi-Wan than any other Jedi.

“No need, Anakin, I can accompany your padawan to their chambers. You should keep training if you hope to beat your apprentice again,” Master Kenobi responds with a smug grin, his azure eyes slyly glancing at his former padawan.

“But they are my apprentice, Obi-Wan. I really must insist on walking them myself.” For a few moments their eyes met, both men waiting for the other to back off. After some seconds of tension, two sets of blue eyes break way from each other and to your giggling figure.

“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty,” you say facetiously, rolling your (e/c) eyes at their antics. “You can both take me to bed.” Both men stammer, a heavy blush on their faces as they stutter vehement denials of what you insinuated. Nevertheless, once you walk out the door, both follow behind you quickly in order to catch up.

In the halls, one on either side, you three chatter on about nothing in particular - missions and tales of their heroics being the men’s favorite thing to talk about as they subconsciously try to one up each other. “In the end I destroyed 42 droids, even without my lightsaber,” Anakin brags, glancing down to see your reaction.

“Really? Because I seem to remember having to save you as you hid behind a rock,” Obi-Wan corrects him, smiling when you laugh at the two boy’s banter. The bearded man easily avoids the foot Anakin puts out to try and trip him as pay-back.

“Well,” you start, stopping in front of your bedroom, “this is me! Thank you both for walking me back, masters.” You bow to the knights respectfully.

“It was nothing, young one,” Master Kenobi responds.

“Yeah, no problem at all (n/n).”

一

The two men, left alone in the hallway outside your room, stare at the door you had just walked into. “Remember, Anakin,” Obi-Wan starts, “Jedi aren’t allowed to have attachments.” His voice is even, thanks to a great deal of effort on his part. With tense shoulders and a frown that settled on his face once you were out of sight, he looks over to his former padawan.

“Are you reminding me, or yourself?” Anakin says coldly.