#anakin’s grade a parenting

[aspenstarflare]

Anakin losing Ahsoka for the first time on a mission:

Anakin clearly stressed and frantically looking around: I lost it!

Rex: Lost what sir?

Anakin: The.. thing!

Rex: Sir I have your lightsaber right here.

Anakin: Nonono..

[Ahsoka pounces on Anakin from the ceiling knocking him to the floor]

Anakin: Oh there it is!

Rex:

Rex: Sir did you mean ONE OF YOUR CHILDREN?!

[luminoustarlight]

As Fate Would Have It | Chapter Two

It's your first day of work at Skywalker Enterprises.

◂ chapter one ▸ chapter three

rating: mature | pairing: dilf!anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc: 3.7k | read on ao3

warnings: swearing, age-gaps, sexual fantasies

The moms at St. Lucas Preparatory School are shameless. Single, divorced, and married women (and some men) alike can’t help but hold their breath when Anakin Skywalker steps onto campus. The dads are intimidated by him and the moms… well, let’s just say the moms have less than school appropriate thoughts about the billionaire. 

Anakin detests the end of the year. He hates being involved at the school. He doesn’t want to spend 2 hours of his day off packing meals in a crowded gymnasium with other parents who also don’t want to be there. 

He doesn’t want to make small talk or ask about Luke and Leia’s classmates because frankly, he doesn’t give a crap. The only children he likes are his own and he won’t pretend otherwise. 

“Mr. Skywalker,” Leia’s teacher, Ms. Clark sighs, “you are the only parent in my class who has yet to sign up for a slot at this year's Cranberry Sauce.” Cranberry Sauce is just the name the school gives the Thanksgiving Drive to make it sound more “fun”. 

Anakin gives his children a kiss on their foreheads and sends them through the school gates. Once they’re out of earshot, he addresses Leia’s teacher. “I already wrote a check to buy the damn food. Isn’t that sufficient?” 

“Mr. Skywalker,” Ms. Clark repeats with annoyance. If it were up to her, she’d let Anakin donate all of the money he wants in order to keep him from volunteering at school events. She thinks he’s arrogant, stuck-up, and far too handsome for any man to be. So she decides to loathe him since she can’t fuck him. But Headmaster Franklin is adamant Anakin attends the event. 

“I really insist that you participate for at least an hour at Cranberry Sauce next weekend. It is important for your children to see you involved at the school. At their school.” 

Anakin’s tall and broad stature seems to grow even larger at this statement. How dare this woman insinuate anything about him as a father? 

“You think I’m not involved in my childrens’ lives?” Anakin has just enough self-control not to completely raise his voice at his daughter’s fourth grade teacher. Especially since parents are continuing to drop off their kids. “You think I’m an absent father who gives the school money to compensate for my lack of paternal instincts?” 

“I didn’t say that,” Ms. Clark answers cautiously. “There is no need to make a scene. I have no doubts you are an excellent father, Mr. Skywalker. I don’t think Leia would be the young lady she is if you weren’t. One hour. That's all we ask.” 

Anakin raises an eyebrow. “We?” 

“Oh, um, well-” Ms. Clark stammers. Busted. She sighs with defeat. “Headmaster Franklin would very much like to see you there.”

“I’m sure he would,” Anakin replies smugly. Headmaster Franklin wants him there for publicity. Anakin should be more pissed about that than being accused of not being a present parent, but he’s not. He likes his ego stroked every now and then. “One hour.” 

“Thank you,” Ms. Clark smiles tightly. “Does 10-11 work for you?” 

“Fine,” Anakin waves his hand dismissively as he gets a message on his phone. 

Ben Kenobi 

Your new secretary is here. 

Shit. It’s Anakin’s first day without Dorothy. No wonder the morning has gone the way it has. Between Luke spilling orange juice on his shirt, Leia’s uncooperating French braids, and his conversation with Ms. Clark, Anakin can’t help but fear the change in routine with a new assistant. He types his response. 

Anakin Skywalker

Assistant. Not secretary. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. 

Ben Kenobi 

If you say so. 

Ben Kenobi is Anakin’s closest friend. Some might even call them brothers. Ben is fifteen years older than Anakin, married to the mayor, and enjoys fly fishing on the weekends. He’s also Luke and Leia’s godfather. Should anything happen to Anakin, there is no one else he’d trust to raise and watch over his children than Ben Kenobi. 

And Ben knows better than anyone that Anakin doesn’t like change. He’s been dreading Dorothy’s last day since she told him she was retiring a year ago. How was he going to find someone as good as her? Someone who anticipates his needs before he does? 

That’s why he tasked her with finding her own replacement. He’s just too busy to interview a replacement for Dorothy himself. He wouldn’t know what to look for, anyway. If he doesn’t know what he wants in a woman to date, how is he supposed to know what he wants in a new assistant? 

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“Mr. Skywalker is not in at the moment. Can I take a message?” You’ve uttered that exact sentence at least seven times since you arrived at the office at 8:00 a.m. Now, as it nears 9:00, you expect to see your new boss very soon. 

Each time you hear the elevator ding, you look up with hopefulness at the arrival of the esteemed Anakin Skywalker. What will you say to him? How will you introduce yourself? Will he be nice and welcoming? God, you hope so. You’ve read just about every article, watched every interview, and listened to every podcast he’s done to prepare yourself for the job. The consensus is the same in all of them. 

Anakin Skywalker is generous, he’s polite, and generally gets along with everyone— if you don’t get on his nerves. And, according to Dorothy, he’s a charmer. 

“Yes, absolutely,” you say while taking notes of the message on a legal pad. Your head is down so you don’t notice Anakin walking out of the elevator. He stops 5 steps away from your desk. His ribs feel like they’re collapsing around his lungs because of that voice. Why does he know that voice? 

“I will let Mr. Skywalker know you called as soon as he gets into the office.” You hang up the phone and as you look up, there he is in all of his gorgeous glory. 

You actually have to tell yourself to take a breath because he’s even more handsome in person. Faint lines around his eyes represent years of life he lived before you were born. His dark blonde hair is combed back effortlessly and is it wrong that you want to run your hands through it? Yeah, probably. He’s your boss and over twenty years older than you. 

“It’s-” Anakin can’t even say more than that because holy fuck. Is he dreaming? He squeezes his eyes and then opens them, only to see you now standing with your hand extended to him. “It’s… you.” 

“Um, yes,” you say while awkwardly returning your arm to your side. “I’m Y/N. Your new assistant. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Skywalker.” 

“I- um, yes,” Anakin clears his throat. Christ, that wasn’t even a sentence. “I need to take care of something,” he says on his way towards his office. “I am not to be disturbed until I come out. Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes. Yes, sir,” you barely answer before Anakin’s office door is shut violently. Well, that certainly wasn’t the introduction you were expecting or hoping for. You’re starting to think not meeting him beforehand was a bad idea. It honestly should’ve been a red flag but Dorothy insisted it was fine. 

It doesn’t seem fine. 

And things definitely aren’t fine. For Anakin, that is. To say he’s freaking out is putting it lightly. He paces the length of his office, shoving his fingers through his hair and muttering to himself. “It can’t be. There’s no way it can be her.” 

Maybe he’s hallucinating. Maybe he’s having an incredibly vivid dream where his favorite OnlyFans performer, who he has known as HoneySuckle for the last three years is his new assistant. What did you say your name is? Anakin couldn’t hear you over the erection that was forming in his pants because he knows your voice. He’s cum from your voice alone. He’s cum because of you so, so many times. 

This can’t be happening. 

He’s never seen your entire face but he knows it’s you. He’d recognize your lips in a police lineup. He hears your voice in his wet dreams. He just knows it’s you. 

And the fact that he has a hard-on is a problem. A problem he wishes you could take care of but you can’t because now you work for him and he’s your boss. This is all so, so wrong. 

Anakin doesn’t so much sit on his leather chair as he does collapse into it. This was never supposed to happen. Yes, he has dreamed about meeting you on more than one occasion. He’s thought about telling you who he is during your countless direct messages so many times. He’s thought about using his infinite resources to find out who you really are on more than one occasion.

But he always concluded that it would be so insanely wrong and borderline creepy if he did that. You were always supposed to remain a fantasy. Just a nameless woman on a screen who doesn’t live in the same country, state, or city as him. 

Yet here you are— sitting outside of his office, taking his calls, calling him Mr. Skywalker and being even more beautiful than he could have imagined. 

You are no longer the woman on his tablet spewing filthy words as you make yourself orgasm. You’re tangible. You have a name- although he can’t remember what it is. He replays the interaction over in his head. The feeling he felt when he saw you was reminiscent of seeing his wife walk down the aisle at their wedding. He was a blundering mess then, just as he is a blundering mess now. 

He doesn’t even want to think about your first impression of him. He’s supposed to be Anakin Skywalker for crying out loud! The suave, handsome millionaire who has the ability to make men cower and women fall to their knees. The embarrassment he feels from that interaction is enough to subdue his hard-on. He pours himself a bit of Bourbon, shoots it back like it’s a normal thing to do at 9 in the morning, and prepares to reintroduce himself to you. 

Anakin smooths his hands down his slacks before opening his door. As his eyes are magnetized to you, his heart starts beating irregularly. Get a fucking grip. 

You stand attentively when you notice Anakin walking towards you. Worried you made a terrible impression on him, you wait to speak. But Anakin doesn’t say anything either and now he’s standing in front of your desk, all tall and lean and smelling like Cedar and Whiskey. He’s looking at you with an expression you can’t read. Did Dorothy tell him anything about you? Or did he go into this just as blind as you did? 

His eyes seem to dance all over your body which makes you feel like he’s studying you. Or criticizing every single thing about your appearance. From your simple burgundy dress to the pearl studs you bought with some of Skyguy81’s most recent (and overly generous) tip. 

Finally, because his gaze on you was becoming too much to bear, you are the one to talk first. “Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Skywalker?” 

Yeah, you can remind him of your name for starters. “Do you have messages for me?” is what he asks instead. 

“Yes,” you answer, picking up the pad you’ve been scribbling notes on for the last hour. “Rex sent over the final schematics for the 0525 project that needs your approval by 3 p.m. today in order to begin production. Mayor Kryze’s office called about the upcoming Gala in December and wanted to know if you would be in attendance. And if so, how many tickets should they reserve? Oh, and someone from St. Lucas Preparatory School called to let you know that your son ripped his pants and needs a new pair brought to school because they don’t have any new pants in his size.” 

Anakin taps his index finger on your desk while he listens to you. He barely registers anything you say because it’s really hard to hear your voice without getting aroused. It’s hard even looking at you without automatically picturing you naked. There’s not an inch of your skin he’s never seen. Well, except for the top half of your face which now, of course, he has seen. And God, does he love what you have to offer. 

You’re still relaying messages but suddenly you’re bent over your desk, gripping the edge of it with pale knuckles as Anakin slams into you over, and over, and over. He’s making you yelp his name so loudly the whole building can hear you. 

“Mr. Skywalker?” 

Anakin snaps back into reality where you’re still fully clothed and definitely not moaning his name. “What?” comes out a little harsher than he intended. And he immediately regrets it when he sees you visibly shrink right before him. 

“What- what would you like me to tell the Mayor’s office?” 

Anakin has gone as a bachelor to the last two Christmas Galas. Ben stays close to Satine the whole night and he really doesn’t see the point in asking a woman he has no interest in to be his date. Plus, going alone lets him leave the party with whomever he wants or to call it a night and go home early to watch ELF and drink peppermint cocoa with his kids. 

“Have them put me down for 2.” 

You nod whilst making another note on the pad. “And what about your son’s pants?” 

“Did they say where he ripped them?” 

“Right down the middle,” you answer. 

Anakin shakes his head. “Oh, Luke,” he mutters to himself. “Alright, I’ll go home and get him a new pair.” 

“Icandoit,” rushes out of your mouth. 

“What?” 

“Sorry, my mouth moved faster than my brain,” you reply, hoping Anakin will find it endearing instead of annoying. “I said I can do it. I don’t mind. It’s my job, isn’t it?” 

Anakin opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. Yes, technically it’s your job to do this sort of errand. But Anakin doesn’t want you going to his house alone, sifting through his son’s drawers, and bringing him new pants to his school. 

Primarily because he’d much rather you be in his home under different circumstances. 

“We’ll go together,” Anakin decides against his better judgment. “I’ll drive.”

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So, Anakin definitely didn’t think things through when he said he’d drive. 

In what world did he think sharing a close, confined space with you was a good idea? This whole morning has been a cluster-fuck. Honestly. He’s still struggling to wrap his head around who you are. When you announced Squirting for Sky was going to be your last video, he thought what a devastation it would be to not look forward to your videos every week. Who would’ve thought you’d be the one replacing his dear old assistant the very next week? The odds of it all are overwhelming. 

But isn’t this what he’s always wanted? The opportunity to meet you? To know your name and know you personally? Every wish of his has been granted— except for the fact that he is your boss and you are technically his subordinate. He says technically because Dorothy always felt more like family than an employee. 

You could be family. 

You could be so much more than his assistant.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Anakin. Be reasonable. She’s your employee. She’s practically a kid. 

Anakin looks over to you for the first time since getting in the car. You’re pressed against the side of the passenger door, knees angled away from him and arms crossed over your chest. “Are you cold?” 

“Oh,” you say, looking at him with a tentative smile. “A little.” 

“You should’ve said so,” Anakin turns on the heater and your seat warmer. “My kids call seat warmers butt toasters. Let me know if your butt gets too toasty.” 

You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing. 

There’s an awkward pause as Anakin realizes what he just said. He absolutely cannot think about your butt any longer than he has to because we all know how that will end.

 (A hard cock, in case that wasn’t clear). 

 “I mean, uh- shit,” Anakin briefly closes his eyes to compose himself. Let me know if your butt gets too toasty? 

“Just turn it off yourself if you get too warm.” 

Do you make him nervous? No way. You decide to let it go. “Kids? Plural?” 

“Yeah.” Anakin drapes his right arm over the center console and taps his fingers against the gear shift. Long, dexterous fingers at that. You have to look away before you start thinking about something completely inappropriate of your boss. “I have twins. A boy and a girl. Luke, he’s the silly one. Right now he’s big into archeology. He’s also pretty clumsy, hence the rip in his pants. And Leia, my daughter, she’s far too serious for any 9 year old to be. She says she wants to be a senator when she grows up.” 

This is the longest you’ve been able to look at Anakin without feeling your cheeks burning. Now, they’re just hot because of the heater blasting in your face. “You light up when you talk about them,” you say. “You must love them a lot.” 

“More than anything,” Anakin doesn’t hesitate. “Here we are.” 

You should’ve been paying attention on how to get to his house from the office. Surely, you’ll be running these errands on your own if things go well with your employment. Oh, well. That’s what the Maps is for. 

Anakin’s house is a stunning Eichler. It looks straight out of an Architectural Digest cover. The lawn outside is perfectly cropped and perfectly green but littered with a soccer ball, football, a baseball bat and whiffle balls. You wouldn’t have pegged Anakin for a mid-century modern kind of guy. You would’ve thought he’d opt for an insanely modern, sterile house. 

As you walk through the atrium and into the main body of the house, it’s clear it is a family home. Anakin uses his foot to sweep his kids’ shoes out of the way so you don’t trip over them. “Sorry about the mess.” 

“It’s okay,” you shrug. Anakin’s house isn’t even all that messy. It just looks like a home. There are so many pictures on the walls, it would be impossible to look at all of them in one go. One in particular, though, catches your eye. It’s the largest out of all of them and the only one in black and white. A significantly younger Anakin is at the bedside of who you presume to be his wife with two bundles of babies in their arms. They are both looking down and smiling. His wife was stunning. They definitely made an attractive couple. 

It’s not lost on you that there are no other pictures of Anakin’s kids with their mom. He’s only spoken about his wife’s death in one interview, about a year after her passing. If you remember correctly, she died shortly after the twins were born. 

You can’t imagine the kind of pain and heartache Anakin must have felt losing his wife. You don’t know what it feels like to experience that kind of grief. You want to tell Anakin you’re sorry for his loss, but what good will that do? Is there any consolation in that at all? 

You’re still looking at the photo when Anakin returns from Luke’s room with a new pair of tan pants. You can feel his presence right beside you and the silence is louder than words. 

He shouldn’t have brought you back here. It’s only your first day and you’ve already seen too much of his life. 

“Let’s go,” Anakin orders. You nod without a word and follow him out to the car. 

The tension in the air is palpable on your way to St. Lucas Prep. You feel like you’ve done something wrong by simply stepping foot in Anakin’s house. His whole demeanor shifted when he came back to the front room with Luke’s pants. Does he regret bringing you to the house? If so, why? Dorothy clearly laid out your responsibilities to you. Tending to personal matters at Anakin’s house is part of the job. You are not just a professional assistant, but a personal assistant, too.

You can’t stand not knowing why someone is upset with you. “Did I do something wrong?” 

Anakin’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. “No.” 

Wow, how reassuring. “Okay, then why do I feel like I did something to upset you?” 

You’re really pressing your limit with him right now. You’ve only just met 2 hours ago. See, this is why meeting him should’ve been part of the hiring process. You’d be a lot more acquainted with each other than you are right now. 

If only you knew how acquainted Anakin is with you… 

“You didn’t,” is all he says. But with a twitch of his jaw, you still feel like he’s not telling you the truth. 

“Look, Mr. Skywalker,” you begin. “I understand Dorothy meant a great deal to you, and her leaving is going to be an adjustment. But I promise you I am capable of this job. I’m never late, I’m up late all the time so if there was anything you needed, I’d be able to fulfill it. I love kids, I’m a hard worker and I would really appreciate it if you gave me a chance before making any decisions about me.” 

“You’re right,” Anakin says. “I’ll give you a chance.”  But he’s already made up his mind. He doesn’t have to ‘give you a chance’ to know that he wants you. He is crawling out of his skin with how badly he wants you. And he knows it’s wrong, probably immoral, but he really doesn’t care. Because now that you’ve been inside of his home, the boundary that should exist between him as your boss and you as his employee feels impossibly blurry.

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[burntblueberrywaffles]

the desperate anidala bitches shall rejoice, because i come offering a second rec list 😌 /lh

My Anidala/Vaderdala rec list! (part 2)

You can find the first rec list here!

sorry I took so long this got buried way down in my drafts but it's finally out 🫡

some of these are not complete so do check chapter count and pls dont yell at me asdfhgkjfh

Modern AUs

The Bet

Anakin's had a crush on Padmé since fourth grade, and after putting up with his pining for seven years, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are finally stepping in and making a bet that he can't ask her to junior prom in the spring. Meanwhile, Padmé is realizing that Anakin isn't as annoying as she'd always thought. In fact, her feelings towards him are starting to go in quite the opposite direction...

Snow Place Like Home

For genre-typical convoluted reasons involving ill-timed blizzards, Padmé is forced to spend the holidays at Anakin's house. Anakin isn't as upset about his boss staying with him for Christmas as he probably should be.

Second Chances

When Luke Amidala and Leia Skywalker meet at summer camp, they're shocked to discover that they're long-lost twins. The logical next step? Getting their estranged parents back together.

I usually avoid Parent traps AU just because I dislike it as a setup, but when it comes to Anidala a bitch is desperate, and this was a cute and fun one, I really enjoyed it!

Lemon

“What other secret fantasies do I have that are glaring neon signs for you?” Anakin asks. “You’re conflicted,” Padmé says, “because on one hand you want to be a very good boy for me, but on the other you want to misbehave so I have a reason to punish you.” He blows out a plume of smoke and taps the ash off his cigarette. “You know, I really thought you were a nerd. I thought I'd have to be like, ‘Hey, how about you tie me up sometime.' Get you into this stuff little by little. But no, you’re diving right in like we met on a BDSM subreddit or something.” Or: Padmé has car problems. Thankfully she knows a good mechanic.

normally, I probably never would have checked out this fic, (mommy kink is just not my thing) but as previously stated, A BITCH WAS DESPERATE and you know what it actually slapped 😌

Rebound

Padmé Naberrie has just been broken up with. She wasn't prepared for a night out with her girls to find her a rebound. She certainly wasn't prepared for Anakin Skywalker.

Sith-Raised Anakin

the inevitable end of dancing with the devil

"Maybe it was too crass to compare the devil to such a creature—Lord Vader wasn’t the devil, he was worse." Senator Amidala was undoubtedly one of the most respected and adored public servants to walk the galaxy. Lord Vader was not. Vaderdala AU. Arranged Marriage AU

A Worthy Sacrifice

Chancellor Palpatine has dropped the act and decided to rule the galaxy openly as Darth Sidious. His reign wouldn’t be half as successful without his unhinged attack dog Darth Vader, a much rumoured warbringer who appears in black robes with a saber red as blood and brings even the strongest revolutionaries to their knees. Padmé is not only fighting for her home country but the freedom of the known regions and she is desperate to turn the tides of this war which is why she agrees to the deal Sidious offers her: A child with this favourite Sith Lord in exchange for her home: Naboo.

This is one of my favourite fics with this trope!

Pearl in My Head

Padmé's just starting her career as a Senator when she attracts some unwanted attention from the Emperor, who has decided on a very different role for her in the Empire. [empire already exists, arranged marriage/forced proximity au! loosely follows some aotc/rots events]

What Was I Made For?

Darth Vader was not a man made for love, but this was not love. Or, Basically, Padme and Vader are friends with benefits, but she's so nice to him that it makes him question his entire existence.

FOR YOUR LOVE (i’ll do whatever you want)

𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 He gave her that devilish smirk of his. The one that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. “I’ll give you what you want.” OR, A rare moment of intimacy happens for Padmé and Anakin – whose relationship is strictly carnal.

I have yet to read the second chapter (will get on that when I get out of the snowbaird hole lol) but I really enjoyed the first one!

Vaderdala

love me, love me (like you used to do) 

In which Vader fails to capture his son, but gains a daughter, his wife, another pair of twins... and the past.

this fic was SO GOOD holy shit literally made me feral when i fiorst read it

Love Like Ghosts

There are very few people who know the location of the Rebel Alliance’s base on Naboo. Even fewer who know the names of any of the people who work there. So when Padmé gets up on a cold morning, the windows frosted and harsh wind rattling the doors of the large house that’s been the headquarters of the Alliance for nearly two decades, to see a package with her name on it sitting on the doorstep, her heart stops in her chest.

loved this fic but as a heads up it doesn't provide "they get back together" closure so be ready for that

news of old by @ineedausernamel829

Padme is a member of the rebel alliance. During a mission, her past relationships with darth Vader comes to light

No vaderdala interactions, but exploration of the relationship through Padme talking about it - It’s so so good

Sad Vaderdala hours

Imperial Socialite

In a timeline where Darth Vader doesn't face immolation and Padmé Amidala lives, their marriage continues in a form that is at once far more honest and deeply dysfunctional. Though Padmé tries to remain within the Imperial Senate, the trauma of her husband's betrayal--and the apparent deaths of her children--force her into early retirement. Too much of a liability to aid the emerging Rebel cause directly, Padmé seeks out new avenues of defying the Empire: by leveraging her connection to Vader to mess with the Imperial Elites of Coruscant.

it could be sweet

an interconnected collection of stories based on the idea of what would have happened if Padmé had lived. (aka me finally writing down my self-indulgent vaderdala daydreams aka me living my best life)

This series is so good in a "rip my heart out of my chest and steps on it" way

all joy sucked dry

Her husband had fallen, her life’s work had crumbled, and her own babies were strangers to her. But she didn’t even care, and that was the worst part. Or: Padme deals with postpartum depression, and Vader is ill-equipped to help her

Others

Across the Seas

Padmé Amidala - the daughter of the royal governor of Jamaica - never expected her life to be much more than it already was. Her routine is to dress in her finest clothes, put on a pretty face, and ensure she is presentable to not only the people but to the many men attempting to court her. However, Padmé's world is flipped around when pirates attack, and the young woman finds herself in the company of their fearsome, brash, (dashing) Captain. Initially sickened by the roughish man, Padmé will quickly learn there is so much more to the mysterious Captain Skywalker. A pirate's life for me

The pirate AU I didn’t know I needed. So good

Right & Wrong

After they watch a holoshow that portrays reprehensible content, Anakin unwittingly reveals the concerning way Chancellor Palpatine acts towards him. Padmé will not let anyone harm her husband — and she’ll make this Obi-Wan, the Jedi Council, and even the whole galaxy’s problem if she needs to.

when the grooming is actually adressed >>

cestrum nocturnum

Summer on Naboo, the Clone Wars have yet to begin, and Anakin is tasked with protecting Senator Amidala after an attempt is made on her life. It's too bad that every moment with her has him in agony, and every moment apart is even worse—especially after that night in the courtyard ... Or: Anakin spends a torturous time on Naboo in the company of the person he loves because he doesn't know how to tell her his true feelings.

Naboo smut 🤭

And that's it! if anyone has recommendations for a fic that isn't in either of my rec lists, please let me know! I am so so desperate I need my anidala fix

Since I was deep into the Star Wars hole and desperate, I’ve also been reading non-Anidala/non-Anidala centric fics about Darth Vader/Anakin/the Skywalker family, so I will be posting a rec list for that soon! (When i say soon it can mean anything from a day to months, my brain is not always great at tasks, if anyone wants to be notified when I do post it lmk and I’ll tag you ❤️)

[samasmith23]

Why Revenge of the Sith remains my personal favorite Star Wars movie

I think one of the main reasons I have such a fondness for Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith in particular amongst the entire saga (controversial opinion I know, but ROTS is my personal favorite Star Wars film period...) is because of the experience I had with this movie as a kid growing up!

This film came out in 2005 when I still would have been in the 3rd Grade, and I had already grown up loving the Star Wars franchise, watching the unaltered VHS copies of the Original Trilogy, as well as Episodes I & II on DVD constantly as a child. So when I started seeing tons of trailers and promotions for Episode III popping up, you'd better believe that I was incredibly huped about this film! I still remember seeing the initial teaser trailer for Revenge of the Sith when I first saw Pixar's The Incredibles back in 2004, and you'd better believe that little kid me was excited as all heck!

I personally remember the build-up and anticipation for Episode III being wild back in the day, since not only was this being promoted as the "final entry in the Star Wars saga" since George Lucas stated his intentions to not make an Episode VII at the time (hindsight can be funny sometimes... lol!), but this would be the film that finally answered the question of how exactly Anakin Skywalker turned to the Dark Side and became Darth Vader! Episode III was also promoted as the darkest film in the entire franchise since it was the first to ever receive a PG-13 rating (all the previous movies were rated PG here in the US…). Heck, I remember the PG-13 rating causing a lot of caution and concern among both parents and teachers, since not only did one of my teachers state that my 3rd Grade class was "too young to watch Star Wars Episode III," but when my Dad and I finally saw in cinemas, he calmed my Mom down by telling her he would cover my eyes if any scene got overly violent. Fortunately, my Dad did not end up not having to shield my eyes... although funnily enough he almost did so during the scene when Anakin ignited his lightsaber in front of the younglings before it immediately cut away (so their deaths occurred offscreen...). It wasn't until I was much older that I later learned that the primary reason Episode III was given the PG-13 rating was that in addition to Lucas’ personal recommendation due to the film’s darker tone, the rating was specifically aimed at the immolation scene on Mustafar when Anakin is burned alive by the lava after losing his duel with Obi-Wan.

When I finally saw Revenge of the Sith in theaters in May of 2005, to say that I was completely blown away by the film would be a massive understatement! Not only was I completely immersed in the sheer epic scale of the space and lightsaber duels, but the aesthetics of the planets like Utapau & Mustafar, as well as creatures & droids like General Grievous, captured my imagination to entirely new levels that surpassed even the previous Star Wars films. Heck, General Grievous in particular was a character that I became completely obsessed with as a kid in a similar manner to how countless other Star Wars fans are completely enamored by Boba Fett (both for his badass character design, as well as his status as a Jedi-killing cyborg who wields 4 lightsabers simultaneously while also foreshadowing Anakin's similar future transformation into a being "more machine than man")!

However, the elements of Revenge of the Sith that especially captivated my young mind in the theater were the portrayal of Anakin Skywalker's turn to the Dark Side, as well as Chancellor Palpatine's rise to power as the Emperor. Before the movie's release, I would constantly speculate about what exactly would cause Anakin to become Darth Vader (little kid me came up with wild theories such as him being mind-controlled into being evil via Sith lightning or some such bullcrap... lol!) and the revelation that Anakin turned to the Dark Side primarily out of fear of his wife Padmé dying at childbirth was certainly not what I was expecting back then. At the same time though, this plot point made perfect sense to me and I couldn't help but be engrossed in the whole Greek/Shakespearean tragedy portrayal of Anakin's descent into darkness being motivated primarily out of love. Additionally, as I continued to rewatch Revenge of the Sith on DVD and Blu-Ray as I grew older, I began noticing more of Anakin's growing frustration and distrust with the Jedi council, and how it heavily correlated with the political themes about the corruption of democracy and the rise of fascism (which makes both the Order 66 montage and Padmé’s line, “So this is how liberty dies… with thunderous applause,” hit even harder)! Furthermore, Palpatine himself made for such a phenomenal main antagonist & master manipulator, with scenes such as him telling Anakin the legend of Darth Plagueis story at the Coruscant opera house as well as his reveal as Darth Sidious being particularly chilling standouts for me!

While some of those more complex themes went over my head as a 3rd grader, Revenge of the Sith was probably one of my earliest exposures to darker forms of storytelling dealing with flawed characters & complex themes. Elements that I now actively search for in my consumption of media, ranging to films, comics, TV, and video games. Additionally, as a child these aforementioned elements made me rewatch Episodes I & II with an even greater appreciation and attention to Anakin’s gradual downfall and Palpatine’s manipulations which all culminated in Episode III. As a kid, I used to primarily focus on the action scenes in Star Wars films above all else, but as an adult elements such as the corruption of bureaucracy with the Jedi Order, the downfall of democracy & the rise of fascism with the Old Republic's devolving into the Galactic Empire, and the Shakespearean tragedy of Anakin Skywalker's transformation into Darth Vader are the elements of the Prequels that continue with stick with me!

It's for this reason that despite whatever flaws Revenge of the Sith might have along with the rest of the Prequel Trilogy, it honestly still remains my personal favorite Star Wars film in the entire saga, followed closely by both Return of the Jedi and The Last Jedi (which means that my Top 3 Star Wars films include one from each trilogy! Lol!)! And for the longest time I thought that Episode III would have been the ONLY Star Wars movie I'd ever get the chance to see in theaters... thank goodness I was wrong with the release of the Sequel Trilogy a decade later! Still though... I will forever cherish that initial hype of Revenge of the Sith as my first-ever theatrical Star Wars experience!

[tup0ika]

Clone Wars characters as quotes I have heard

Pt. 7???

“That kid just dropped his garbage on the ground, someone should kidnap that kid” - Mace Windu

“Echo can you get me a milk of water” - Fives

“Smells like sweaty flowers” - Bly

“Cinnamon Almond?” - Anakin

“What other stuff do wolves eat? Cinnamon almond?” “Other cats” - Rex and Fives

“For example shut up” - Cody

“My shoulders are to sexy” - Ahsoka

“I love how I said it starts with F you and said incomplete” - Obi-Wan

“So if I have 2 abiotic squirrels in my fridge” - Hardcase

“Ooh that’s nice here and ooh it’s not nice here” - Gree

“If both of my parents are blonde how does my brother have green eyes” - Fox

“Is poop yogurt?” - Jesse

“Yo how big are your feet?” - Thire

“People over there shut up” - Rex

“I don’t get payed enough for this” - Ponds

“Omg the scars are so prettty” - Kix

*talking about a mission plan* “why are you here?” - Luminara

“A capacorn?” - Tup

“You guys need to take your meds” - Depa

“I have ADHD and I didn’t take my medication” - Hardcase

“Can I get my apples?🙁” - Echo

“Because your baby doesn’t work” - Gree

“Grades,Graduation,Future” - Alpha 17

[xspeter]

𝟎𝟎𝟎: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

peter parker is, and always will be, your best friend.

you’d met in the second grade when your family moved next door to him and his aunt, and your mom invited them over to dinner. peter had been dressed in a nice button up and a pair of jeans, and you had worn a nice flower dress.

you and peter seemed to automatically hit it off, both having the same nerdy interests and traits.

“what’s your favorite star wars movie?” a seven year old peter asks.

you rub your chin and pretend to be thinking, “hm… probably revenge of the sith.” you hum, shoving a spoonful of spaghetti into your mouth.

peters eyebrows furrow, “everyone knows return of the jedi is the best.” he argues and you shrug, “maybe, but that one doesn’t have anakin skywalker.”

peter giggles at that, and his laugh forces you too laugh too, until you’re both eventually wheezing and your parents are looking at you both like you have two heads.

“what’s so funny?” peters aunt asks, and you and peter both laugh a little harder.

that was ten years ago, and your opinion still hasn’t changed.

you slam your locker closed with a sigh, excited to finally be going to MoMA after months of waiting.

“you look happy.” peter hums, and you smile.

“i am.” you reply.

ned shakes his head, “i really don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with this place- like i get it’s famous and all but it’s just a museum.”

you scoff, “it’s not just a museum. it has some really famous art peices in there that i have been dying to see for the longest time!”

ned shrugs, “i still don’t get it.”

“no, you’re just a hater.”

ned rolls his eyes and you shake your head, you turn to peter, “what do you think?” you question.

peter shrugs, “i think it’s pretty cool- i mean, i like how it’s all up for interpretation.” he answers and you smile at that.

you couldn’t say that you had never imagined you’d be in the middle of an alien attack, but this was kind of the norm for New York at this point.

alien attacks weren’t exactly a common thing, but they weren’t uncommon either. they were just something that happened.

you swallowed as you all piled into the safe room. peter was gone- ned had said he had gotten taken to a different saferoom but you could’ve sworn he didn’t get off the bus with the rest of you.

ned said you were in shock and probably just hadn’t seen him, but you knew better. peter had been doing this lately, disappearing with no explanation, and every time you brought it up he blew it off.

it was starting to bother you.

you didn’t have time to argue with ned though, because as soon as you opened your mouth your hands began to feel tingly.

you scrunched your nose and looked down, your breath catching in your throat as you saw your body turning into literal dust.

“ned?” you gulped, looking up for your friend, but all you were met with was a cloud of ash.

you looked around the room, watching as your classmates began to float away, eyes filling with tears as your body was fully engulfed and you took what you were sure would be your last breath-

and then it wasn’t.

i said i didn’t want to have to write the fake dating au myself but here we are!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❤︎︎

[youeverjustmarryabountyhunter]

Figured I might as well start actually posting about this Au I made- 

The au in question is a Star Wars modern au that I plan to one day turn into an actual fic, but as of now it's just one poorly put together chapter and a lot of brainstorming!

It's sort of a slice of life/everyone lives/happy ending story. It's centered around Boba Fett and started as a joke about his name and how in a modern setting when people first meet him they say 'Like the tea?' And he gets irrationally annoyed by it. Hence the name "No, Not The Tea" (but shortened to "Not The Tea" because removing 1 word suddenly makes it less of a mouthful)

But let's meet the characters, yeah?

The star of our show, Boba Fett, is 15 years old and the story starts with his first year of highschool.  He's grumpy (your typically moody teen) and the youngest of his brothers unless you count Din (14) and he does because he's tired of being the baby. (It does have its perks, though) Din isn't actually his brother, but he and the rest of their little rag tag group might aswell be family. (Peli 17, Fennec 16, and Cobb 15) 

Next up we have everyone's favorite dad, Jango Fett! (He's a very good father in this) Father of 3 boys(or so he thought) Kote "Cody" (23), Rex(19), and Boba, he has his hands full despite two of them being grown. He works as a bounty hunter (cause that's an actual profession) and his hobbies include annoying his family, and crushing on his kids history teacher. At the age of 18, he signed up to be a sperm donor unaware of just how much they would be using his DNA. Turns out? A lot. And the majority don't seem to have a good home life. He's sufficiently pissed, when he finds out. 

Coming in as the eldest child of the Fett household we have Cody! (That was until 17 and Fox showed up at least) Any legal document you find will say "Kote" but people are stupid and difficult and can't pronounce it (it's exceedingly simple, really) so Cody was born. Cody is a caffeine addict (though what Fett isn't?) and will jump at any opportunity to bother his younger brothers. (He once got Obi-Wan to buy Boba a boba-tea..Obi-Wan thought it was sweet! Boba almost committed a murder. They do not speak of that incident) 

The middle child that somehow became a father to twins before anybody else could even think of utter the words "grandchildren" would be Rex. It's not like it's his fault! He figured having his 8th period of his senior year would be fun. He didn't anticipate that helping his gym teacher out would involve talking a sophomore down from a panic attack. (Echo, 16 at the time. 17 when our story starts) It's absolutely not Rex's fault that he and his twin followed him around like little ducklings after that. (Fives called him dad as a joke, so Rex took it upon himself to tell Jango that he had grandkids and almost gave the man a heart attack.) It doesn't help the Echo and Fives look suspiciously like Boba- hey wait a minute! Yeah, you guessed it. Long lost kids^^ 

Alright speed round let's go,

Arla's kids are the Bad Batch boys(she adopted them, they have no relation to Jango. Hunter 21, Wrecker 20, Crosshair and Tech 19) Omega is 11 and her biological daughter. Her big brothers love her to death. 

Ahsoka is 19 and Rex's bff. 

Luke and Leia are also 11, and they're their parents (and Uncle Obi's, and auntie soka's) pride and joy. Anakin and Padme have basically adopted Han (15. Was in Boba's grade but got held back) as their own at this point. 

Wolffe is Cody's age, and the oldest of his brothers (Sinker, Boost, and Comet). They were put into the system (Yes, they came from Jango's DNA) and Plo Koon adopted them. When Jango and Plo first met they exchanged numbers and gushed about their children. (There is much more to that story but that's for a later post)

Ima-gun Di is an ex war general and currently married to Keeli. These two have absolutely NO role in the story whatsoever, I just love them. Jango has only met them once and it was because Ima-gun mistook Jango for Keeli at a grocery store once. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a tired, loving man who teaches history at a highschool and has a not so secret crush on one of his student's fathers. (He's actually taught all the Fett boy's, lord help him.)

Jaster Mereel just wants to know how his ad keeps ending up with kids. He was already confused where the first three came from but now there are 7??(Alpha-17. Oldest. Jango is more of a brother to him if anything. Fox, did not intend to be apart of this family in the slightest and that was fine up until he met Boba and they bonded. Now he's an Ori’vod?? Yeah that checks. Then of course Cody, Rex, Echo&Fives, and Boba.) Best grandfather ever.

Mando'a is a language, because I actually love it sm- 

There is so much more lore to this au than I realized, and this isn't even all of it. I fully plan on posting more, and I have a lot of art that I've done for it if I would ever get around to finishing it/posting it. Feel free to ask questions, and I hope to post more! 

(Fun fact, I accidentally deleted all of this the first time I type it. So this is the second time I've typed it- I'm not bitter.)

[roxygen22]

Torn Asunder

Chapter 4: Turning Point

CW: Unhealthy attachment, budding co-dependency, mentions of war

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"We need to talk."

"I...no...you go...." you both started in. You paused and motioned for Anakin to speak first.

He seemed just as unsettled as he was this morning before school. He took a deep breath to steel his nerves. "[Y/N], I joined the National Guard," he blurted out quickly.

You stared at Anakin, mouth agape in shock. No, no, not him, too! He wasn't the first of your circle of friends to enlist. Your high school years coincided with the height of the Iraq war. Some of your friends and family had already been deployed overseas.

"I...I don't understand. You only just turned 17 last week. A minor can't enlist. You're in the middle of your junior year! Why would you do this?" You defeatedly slumped against the body of your car, your legs suddenly unable to support you as your mind raced.

"A minor can enlist early in the National Guard if a parent gives permiss..."

"SHMI SIGNED OFF ON THIS?!" you interrupted. "How could she possibly be okay with this? WE ARE AT WAR."

"Because SHE supports MY decision for what to do with MY life, at least for the next six years of it," he retorted.

You stared blankly at him in return. "Six YEARS? Why would you sign away six YEARS of your life? When your life is really just beginning?"

"It's a way for me to carve my own path. I won't get the scholarships that you will because my grades have suffered from moving around too much. This way, I can pay for college without depending on mom and Ben."

You couldn't argue with the logic, but logic doesn't prevail against emotion. Anakin's voice seemed distant as you replayed your conversation with Aayla in your head. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"I think we need a break."

"What?" he stammered. "Because of this?"

"No, because we became too intense too quickly. We are rushing headlong into adulthood, some of us faster than others (as you vaguely gesture his way), and there's still so much to enjoy in the here and now."

"You want to see other people, don't you?!" he snarled.

"No, but your angry tone suggests that maybe I should. You don't own me."

"FINE," he said through gritted teeth and clenched fists. He took in a sharp breath. "Fine. I...I can respect that. I will give you as much time as you need, because I love you."

"You...what?!"

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Taglist: @lissanovak

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[jedibongrip]

Tag Game To Better Know You!

Send this to people you’d like to know better!

tagged by @anakincito and @bladling i love my fans

What book are you currently reading? gravity's rainbow by Thomas Pynchon :/ in my fucked up pretentious bitch era ig

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? i dont think ive seen anything in theatres this year lmao? a friend and i did make a whole big thing about watching prey, i made a cake and everything and blacked out my room so that we could watch it. transcendent moment

What do you usually wear? ripped skinny jeans, hoodie/crewneck of some time, in these Cold Winter Months usually a turtle neck and doc martens

How tall are you? shut the fuck up

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Sagittarius, lemme google for a second okay 1 min, yes c.s. lewis and chadwick boseman very cool

Do you go by your name or a nick-name? a nickname. lmao i specifically picked a name that i could shorten to a nick name because i love nicknames

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? ive had low grade depression since i was 9, i did not want to be anything when i was a child

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? i am not and i fall in love with every single person i meet but also i do not feel healthy attraction so this means nothing <3

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? i am actually very good at academics and academic problem-solving/tutoring. i am so bad at puzzles and driving in the snow

Dogs or cats? i love kitty cats even tho ive only ever had dogs

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? 

What’s something you would like to create content for? want 2 make more star wars stuff and i have the weirdest idea for a criminal minds fic floating around my noggin lmao

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? putting obi-wan and anakin into fucked up lil scenarios and making them have sex about it. im also obsessed with the prospect of making blueberry oatmeal cookies

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? was supposed to enter my slut era cuz i got an iud and then The Horrors Emerged

What’s a hidden talent of yours? i am, surprisingly, very Liked by Parents. pretty much every single parent ive ever met likes me. this has not paid off with me getting a milf or a dilf.

Are you religious? no and if i was it wouldnt even be a sexy or cool religion cuz my family is made up of jehovah's witnesses

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? my glasses, i put them down somewhere and now i cant find them cuz to find my glasses i need to be wearing my glasses but i cant be wearing my glasses cuz idk where they are but to find my glasses i need to be wearing them, you understand my struggle now, yes?

hmm i think my mutuals p much tagged everyone but i'll tag @soresus @sketchyspirit and @sensoryseekinganakin

[littlepetbee]

my cousin told me that one of her fourth grade students is named “anakin” this year and i just wanna know why his parents would do him like that

[localowlhousefanatic]

Continuing my war :]

Obi wan kenobi

Rey

Amity 

Harley Quinn

Jason Todd 

Tim Drake

I’d spread my propaganda ab OLS but I don’t wanna harass you while you’re sick so instead I will just make you do 6 character dissertations

Yours,

Dick and Balls

and now, my dear, we have entered the thuderdome. lets duel. Obi-Wan:

1: he is so snarky sometimes i love him (i assume we are talking about clone wars era kenobi here)

2: no romantic ships (for the reasoning behind that- 'reasoning'- please defer all questions to my anonymous star wars friend)

3: anakin&obi-wan, of course.

4: unpopular opinion? ugh. hes not as good a negotiator as people make him out to be i guess?

5: i wish episode three ahdnt happened. Rey:

ooh boy. speak your litany against toxity, everyone.

1- i dont have any strong opinions on rey, i dont think. im sorry, were you expecting a barrage of hellfire?

2- that being said, theres a lot of things i dont have about rey. like romantic ships.

3- or platonic ones, for that matter.

4- so actually, thats also my very unpopular opinion- i do not actually mind her as much.

5- although by the gods do i wish she'd have thought of a cleverer solution to the death star problem than that stupid fucking knife.

Amity blight!

1- i love her so much. Parental angst my beloved.

2- need i actually say it aloud? lumity ftw. next

3- willow is of course the easy answer. i just want her to be best buds with masha.

4- hmmmm. She shouldve killed hunter, i guess? no witnesses?

5- she should have punched odalia through a european-grade wall.

Harley!

1 she is so cool.

2. ivy.

3. bruce. They jsut seem like very funny friends.

4. shes not very funny in her animated show? idk.

5. she deserves to shoot joker. as a treat

Jason Todd!

my acquintance has infected me with jason-love. guy's great. love him as a big brother to my boy tim as well (blame @motleyfam. then go read their tim drake works, theyre bloody genius)

hm. none, sorry. as you may be noticing, i am suprisingly tough to get in on romatic ships (some people are laughing their asses of rn, but its true!)

Tim drake any day. see above for reference to the reason why

hes far more edgy in some comics tahn is in any way productive.

which, canon. lol? i just need him to make friends with his family,

INTRODUCING TO THE STAGE: TIIM DRAAAKEEE.

MY BOY. YES. i love him so. parental angst is so tasty yum yum.

bernard, i suppose? maybe kon?

i could answer jason, but im going with my girl stephanie brown.

see the thing is i dont know enough about the wider batman fandom to know waht popular opinions would be. Whats the rules for when such a situation happens? i think hes less obsessive than how hes commonly portrayed?

WHICH. Canon? anyways i need him to not have had the dealio with jay.

now, this took me half an our. but now it is my turn to move

[aspenstarflare]

Tales of the Jedi Ahsoka looks so freaking cool and I can’t help drawing Ahsoka because SHE ALWAYS LOOKS SO FREAKING COOL

[talesfrommedinastation]

As a mom, educator, academic, and Scout leader, I can't get enough Echo Stank Face and its unyielding power. Truly unused and that's unfortunate.

That's a face that tells a floundering English class to sit down and finish their essays. That's a face that cancels 8th grade class trips to Six Flags. That face adds +20 damage at parent teacher conferences. That face ends fist fights at Chuck-e-Cheese.

Echo should've given that face to Anakin on Mustafar instead of Obi-Wan showing up and hacking off his legs but what do I know.

Honestly it worked so well on Emerie that I think we need to just let Echo go at more of the bad guys with the Disappointed Face. Like it won't work on everyone but they probably would have won over at least one CX with that face of complete "I expected better of you."

Maybe if Echo had talked to him instead of Hunter, Crosshair would have gotten on the damn ship at the end of season one.

[tup0ika]

Clone Wars characters as stuff I’ve heard people say

Pt 2

“How did I get spaghetti on my hand?” - Kix

“You can’t stay mad at Tup.” -Fives

“See I can’t speak… I no English” - Hardcase

“Captain, Jesse is verbally abusing water” - Echo

“… I have a cougar at my house” - Jesse

“This looks like my 7th grade badminton tournament” - Ahsoka

“Don’t mess with an emo” - Anakin

“Fuck…ow” - Obi wan

“I have pizza coming and I’m high” - Fox

“I hate Americans so much” - Cody

“Where do babies come from?” - Tup

“Bad parenting.” - Rex

[just-dreaming-marvel]

A Painful Secret

MAIN MASTERLIST

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,815ish

Summary: You have a secret chronic illness, unwilling to share the information out of fear. Obi-Wan knows you are hiding something.

Notes: This is based on my real life, so please be kind with the comments. (Obviously with some exaggeration.) I am a 4th grade teacher with Rheumatoid Arthritis and this week has been hell (because of students, parents, and my body).

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to use the Force to push away your pain. You hated that meditation was doing nothing to ease any of your discomforts. With a sigh, you opened your eyes and glanced at the clock. You needed to get going to be down in the training rooms before your class of younglings got there. It took you a moment to gain your bearings before standing up. A whimper slipped through your lips as the moment hurt your aching joints even more. You knew that you should probably cancel your class or get another Jedi Master to sub, but that would be the third time in a week, and the Jedi Council—mainly one certain member—would be questioning you more than was already happening.

Only a few medical droids and two of the Jedi Healers knew of your illness. It was an illness of the joints and even with all the medicine in the Galaxy, there was no real treatment or cure for it. And, of course, it would only it worse with age. You had good days and bad days, right now though there seemed to be more bad days than good. You were known throughout the Jedi Order as a fighter, in actions and words, so giving in to this illness was not an option. Especially since you had the future of the Jedi Order relying on you.

As you walked through the Temple to reach the training room that was your classroom, you weren’t moving as fast as you like. You had your shields up around your Force signature to keep other Jedi from finding out your pain as you passed them. 

“Hello there, Master Y/N,” Obi-Wan Kenobi greeted as he came to walk beside you.

You pressed out a smile. “Hello, Master Obi-Wan,” you responded. “How are you doing today? Anakin cause you any trouble today?”

“Not yet,” he chuckled lightly. “I am good. I have been worried about how you have been, though.”

“Oh?”

“You have canceled classes twice this week. And your guards are up more often than not. It is unlike you.”

“I am fine, Obi-Wan.” The look in his eye made it clear he wasn’t believing you. “I promise.”

“Y/N,” he sighed, gently touching your arm as a signal to stop with him. You did. “We’ve known each other since we were younglings. I know when you are keeping something from me. You have been for a while and I have let you, allowing you to deal with whatever it is on your own time. But now you are missing your teaching assignment and your guards are up and you are holding yourself as if you are in constant pain. Y/N, I am begging you, tell me what is wrong. I just want to help.”

For a brief moment, you thought you might tell Obi-Wan. He could help you, and support you on your bad days. Then your mind got the better of you. Your thoughts quickly spiraling. What if he sees you as weak? What if he tells the Council and you are banned from helping with the war effort? Banned from teaching your younglings? Or worse, thrown from the Order because of it?

“I’m fine, Obi-Wan,” you lied, trying to convince him with a smile. “I do need to go. I am going to be late.”

You rushed off, ignoring your joints screaming in pain as you headed for your training room. You sighed in relief once you were there and it was clear that Obi-Wan hadn’t followed you. Though your body needed a moment's rest, you needed to set up the room for your lesson. 

~~~

Obi-Wan watched with concern as you rushed away from him. He could tell that you were in pain, just by the way your body was moving. For months, Obi-Wan had been able to sense that you had been keeping something from him. It pained him to know that you felt the need to do so, as the two of you had always confided in each other since your days as younglings. The two of you had always sought each other out when you needed, but for some reason this was different. If you were in pain—if you were sick—he believed he had the right to know. You going through anything alone wasn’t an option for him.

Obi-Wan knew that you were a fighter, it was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. His love was the secret he was keeping from you—wisely, he believed. You were a strong and wise Jedi, someone many looked up to. Every youngling you taught ended up loving you, though you were strict and yet fun. You knew the importance of hard work though had a balance of play as well. Another reason Obi-Wan loved you. 

You were a Jedi that was looked upon with great pride and even envy. Obi-Wan believed that you would never break the Code for him. That is why he was content to just be your friend—close friend, albeit—but a friend nonetheless. So this secret you were keeping from him was not sitting well with him. Not at all. 

Once he was sure you were in the training room, readying it to teach your younglings a lesson, Obi-Wan went in search of his former Padawan. You and Anakin had bonded as Obi-Wan trained the boy. You were more of a mother figure to Anakin and the two of you could be found together often when you were both free. Obi-Wan found Anakin talking to Ahsoka in the hangar as the two of them looked over one of Anakin’s ships.

“Master Kenobi!” Ahsoka greeted.

“Hello, Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan responded with a nod. He turned to her Master. “Anakin.”

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said with a smile as he wiped some oil off of his hands. “What brings you down here?”

“It’s about Y/N.”

Anakin immediately straightened with worry. “What is it? Is she okay? What’s wrong?”

“I am afraid I don’t know. I was hoping you did. Have you noticed anything different about her lately?”

Anakin took a few seconds to think over Obi-Wan’s question before responding. “Well, Y/N hasn’t been willing to spare with me like she used to. She always comes up with excuses.”

“She does the same with me,” Ahsoka added. You had taken her under your wing as soon as she became Anakin’s Padawan. You knew she needed a strong female influence in her life. “Now that I think of it, I haven’t spared with her in months.”

“Same. I have also noticed that sometimes when I touch her, she winces or tenses.” Obi-Wan nodded, having noticed the same things himself. “Do you think she’s sick?”

“I do not know,” Obi-Wan replied honestly.

“Have you tried looking up her medical records?” Ahsoka suggested. “You are a member of the Jedi Council, you do have access to them.”

“I could not break her trust like that.”

“Yet, you could ask us if we knew anything?” Anakin asked, in a slightly teasing tone.

“This is different, Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand down his face. His hand stopped, stroking his beard. “I am worried.”

“I’m sure Snips doesn’t mind trying to pry information out of her with me.”

“No, no,” Obi-Wan shook his head, “there’s no need for that. I will figure this out on my own.”

~~~

Teaching had worn you out. There were a few younglings that were still struggling with the ways of the Jedi Order and decided to wreak havoc today. The actions of the younglings forced you to stop your lessons and call in another Master to help you deal with the problem. Once the problem had been dealt it, you were not feeling up to teaching anymore and it was getting late anyway. You let your younglings go, telling them to meet at the same time and place the next day, before slowly making the trek up to your room.

Every joint in your body was screaming at you and begging for you to just lay down in the middle of the Temple corridors. When you reached the hallway where your room resided, you were practically using the wall to stand.

“Y/N?” Obi-Wan called, coming up from behind.

“Kriff,” you muttered under your breath.

Before you knew it, the man was at your side. “Are you alright? You don’t look so well.”

“I’m fine, Obi-Wan. Just tired. It was a long day of teaching.”

“Are you sure? You seem to be barely able to—“

“I just need rest. I’ll be fine in the morning.” You went to continue to your room but Obi-Wan moved to stand firmly in front of you.

“I do not believe you. Something is wrong. Why aren’t you willing to tell me what it is?”

“I’m not—“

“Stop lying to me. We’ve known each other for the majority of our lives. I know when you are keeping a secret from me.”

You bit your bottom lip briefly as you tried to reign in your quickly overwhelming emotions. “I’m handling it.”

“You don’t have to handle it on your own though. I’m here… or there’s Anakin and Ahsoka. Just, please, talk to someone—if not me—about what you are going through. I am worried, and I know that I am not the only one. Please, Y/N—“ He went to take your hand but you flinched away like he had hurt you. His eyes grew sadder if that was even possible. “Did someone hurt you?”

“No,” you shook your head, immediately regretting the movement.

“Because if someone hurt you, I will not stand for it. Tell me who—“

“No one hurt me, Obi-Wan. It’s not that.”

“Then are you…” He paused, swallowing. “My dear, are you sick?” 

You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “Please, Obi-Wan, drop it.”

“Not when you are clearly struggling. Let me help you.”

“You can’t.” You finally looked at him with watery eyes. “No one can.”

Then, while Obi-Wan processed what you had said, you hurried to your room. The door slid shut behind you before you quickly locked it and leaned back against it. You began to cry as you slid down to the floor. Obi-Wan had pulled himself from his thoughts too late but had moved to stand at your closed door. He could hear your muffled cries behind the door and longed to hold you and help you. But Obi-Wan knew that he truly could not help you if you would not let him in—to both your room and the secret.

~~~

You woke up in the morning, having fallen asleep on the floor near your door. The position did not help your pain, only worsening it. You whimpered as you shakily tried standing. You were forced to use the door as a steady place to lean on as you slowly stood up straight. Breathing heavily, you leaned against the door with your eyes closed. You tried to use the Force to help control your pain as the Healers had taught you, but your brain was too scattered to focus properly.

It took you too long to get yourself to the refresher, then even longer to actually freshen up for the day. You tried to control your pain and trembling as you made your way down to the training room, where your younglings were already waiting. As you started your lesson, you could tell that the younglings were concerned about you. Your speech was slow, your body was shaking, and your face kept contorting in pain with even the slightest movement.

After about an hour and a half of teaching, your heart felt like it could beat out of your chest. Your hand came up to brace yourself against the column as black spots started in your vision.

“Master Y/N!” A youngling exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

“Jaki,” you breathlessly panted, “go get Master Kenobi… now please.” 

The youngling, Jaki, rushed out of the training room just as you had fainted.

~~~

Obi-Wan was dressed in his armor as he listened to the latest briefing about the war. He and Anakin were the only ones physically in the war room while a few of the Jedi Council joined via hologram. Obi-Wan had his hand on his beard as he tried to listen to what his fellow Council members were saying, but his thoughts kept coming back to you. He was broken out of his trace when the war room door slid open and a youngling rushed in.

“Master Kenobi! Master Kenobi!” The youngling shouted. Anakin and Obi-Wan spun around to face the youngling at the frantic tone of their voice.

“Jaki?” Obi-Wan questioned, recognizing the youngling as one of yours. “What is the matter?”

“It’s Master Y/N! There’s something wrong!”

The youngling didn’t get to say anything else before Obi-Wan was running out of the room and down the halls toward where he knew you to be. When he arrived in the training room, your other younglings were surrounding you, trying to wake you. Obi-Wan was quickly at your side.

“What happened?” He asked the younglings, eyes never leaving you for a second.

“We don’t know,” a youngling responded. “Master Y/N seemed to be in pain all day and then all of a sudden she told Jaki to get you and she collapsed. We haven’t been able to wake her.”

“Master Kenobi,” another youngling called. “Will she be alright?”

Oh, how Obi-Wan wished he could answer the youngling’s question. But he didn't know the answer himself. While he knelt beside you, not knowing what to do, Anakin arrived with Jaki.

“What’s happening?” Anakin asked as he came over. “What’s wrong?”

“I—I don’t know,” Obi-Wan stammered.

Anakin could tell how worried and frazzled his Master was becoming. “Obi-Wan, we need to get her to the Healers.”

“Right,” Obi-Wan gave a single nod before his arms went under you. He lifted you into his chest as he stood.

“I’ll take care of the younglings and join you when I can.” 

At any other moment, Obi-Wan would have teased Anakin for saying that he’d stay with the younglings, but you were currently laying unconscious in his arms for some unknown reason. Obi-Wan barely muttered a thank you before racing out of the room and toward medical. Once he had arrived, everything quickly became a blur. 

Despite his protests, you were ripped from Obi-Wan’s arms and taken away by the Healers. He had tried to follow after you but was stopped by a few Healers and medical droids. Though he could easily get through them, he heard the doors lock that would allow him into the room you were in and he knew it was pointless. He needed to let the Healers and droids do their jobs without getting in the way, no matter how much it pained him.

Obi-Wan found a seat near the doors, though he never sat down for too long. He found himself pacing, which is exactly what he was doing when Anakin and Ahsoka joined him after dealing with the younglings.

“Any news?” Ahsoka asked though she knew the answer already by how Obi-Wan was acting.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered quietly. “They haven’t been out of the room at all.”

“She’ll be fine,” Anakin said, more for his own comfort than anything. “She’s a fighter.”

Obi-Wan stayed silent, though nodding along to Anakin’s words. He was fearing the worst. That maybe you wouldn’t survive. Obi-Wan didn’t know what he would do if that was the case. He had lived with you by his side for so long, that knowing anything different seemed next to impossible.

~~~

It was too long for anyone’s liking before a Healer had exited the room they had rushed you into. Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan were quickly standing and giving the Healer their full attention.

“How is she?” Obi-Wan asked nervously. He hadn’t felt your loss in the Force, but that didn’t mean you were okay.

“Master Y/N will survive,” the Healer answered. The choice of words was unsettling to the group. “Master Kenobi, as a member of the Jedi Council, may I speak to you alone?”

Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin and Ahsoka. Ahsoka nodded, having to drag Anakin out so that Obi-Wan and the Healer were alone.

“Master Kenobi, I want to be clear that when Master Y/N was first diagnosed that she specifically asked for her condition to be kept a secret, despite our advice,” the Healer carefully stated. “Now though, as the Healer over her, I feel the need to tell you what is going on with your friend.”

“What diagnosis?” Obi-Wan questioned.

The Healer sighed. “It was almost eight months ago when Master Y/N arrived feeling pain in various joints. We gave her something for it and sent her on her way, thinking that it would simply go away with time. A few weeks later, she was back in here with worse pain than before and in even more joints. After running more tests, it was determined that Y/N has a rare joint disease. It is not something we know a lot about. There is no real cure or treatment for it.”

“Will she—“ Obi-Wan had to stop himself from finishing his thought for a moment. “Will this kill her?”

“It might, eventually.” Obi-Wan took a deep inhale as his hand went up to cover his mouth. “But we will cross that bridge when it nears.”

“What happened today?”

“Y/N’s body couldn’t handle the pain and decided it needed to do something about it. This is the first time this has happened, and I wouldn’t be shocked if it’s not the last.”

“There has to be something—anything you can do for her.”

“We are doing our best to find a treatment. Y/N has been taught ways to handle the pain by using the Force. We do understand that it is not a long-term solution or that it might not work every time, but it’s what we can do right now.” Obi-Wan shook his head. “I know that you believe it is not enough, trust me, I agree. Y/N is a fighter though, I know she won’t give up.”

“That’s part of my fear,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

“When Y/N wakes, I will tell her that I told you and that the Jedi Council will be informed of her condition. I recommend that she stay out of anything that has to do with the war efforts. She may continue to teach, but staying close to the Temple would be the best option for her.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I agree… may I stay beside her until she wakes?”

“Unfortunately, the droids are doing one last round of some pain remedy and no one else is allowed in there while they work. I will get you as soon as you can come in.”

~~~

You were frustrated—mainly at your body—when you woke. The Healer over your case informed you about what had happened and the steps you needed to take going forward. You were unhappy about Obi-Wan and the Council knowing, more so that you couldn’t tell them yourself, but you understood the need for it. You were still in pain and exhausted when Obi-Wan was allowed to enter the room. Despite his stern expression, you knew that you had worried him. His expression was only because you hadn’t told him about your condition.

“How are you feeling?” Obi-Wan asked, keeping his distance from you.

“Exhausted…” you responded honestly. “In pain.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You should have told me. The moment you found out, you should have come to me.”

“I know.”

“I thought that we were closer than this.”

“We are.”

“Then why keep this from me? This is not some childish secret, this is your life we’re talking about. Your health!”

Tears formed in your eyes. “I know, Obi-Wan. And I am sorry. Though I know that there are not enough apologies in the world to make up for what I did, please just listen to me… I was scared. Scared that the Council would kick me out of the Order. Scared of what this disease would do to me and my ability to be a Jedi… But I was more scared that this would change your opinion of me.”

“Do you really think that little of me?”

“No… I think the world of you… that’s the problem.”

Slowly, Obi-Wan came up to stand beside your bed, closer to your feet than you would like.

“You mean the world to me,” Obi-Wan whispered. “I have been so worried and then when Jaki came rushing in saying something was wrong I— I thought the worse and then to see you laying there… it had all became a reality.”

“I’m so sorry, Obi-Wan,” you said quietly and tearfully. “I really am.”

“I can’t do that again.” 

Your heart dropped. This was it. He was ending your friendship because of your disease. The great Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t handle you.

“I can’t do the fear of the unknown like that again,” Obi-Wan continued. “And I can’t stand by and watch you suffer.”

“I… I understand,” you whispered.

“No, I don’t believe you do. What I am saying is that I can’t handle the secrecy. I need to know when you are in pain. I need to know what’s going on with you and how I can help you. I know that this will be a long and painful and unknown road, but I will not allow you to go through it on your own. Not anymore.”

“Obi-Wan—“

“I love you, Y/N. And I know it is against the code, but I feel that you need to know that.”

“Oh, my…”

“I understand if you cannot reciprocate it. I can handle it and it will not stop me from helping you through this.”

“Obi-Wan,” your hand gently took his, “I love you, too. I have for a long time.”

He broke out into a smile. “Really?”

“Really.” You copied his smile.

Obi-Wan leaned down and kissed you gently, careful as to not touch you much due to your pain. When you parted, he sat facing you on the bed.

“No more secrets,” he told you. “That’s an order.”

“Yes, General,” you teased. “Whatever you say.”

[anidala-for-ever]

Anakin would absolutely be one of those parents, that tell everybody about that one time their kid won a spelling contest in third grade! He is a proud brother -dad

"Anakin spoke highly of you".

Sorry but now I am imagining Anakin being super obnoxious about Ahsoka in front of every Jedi who didn't manage to escape him.