#i. PADMÉ / IC.

[hereconduct]

this already happened. but not like this. from 11 to padmé 🫢

"doctor?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their tone is empathetic,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎with the lingering curiosity that had her watched with adoration when she was only a child.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the picture of sophistication–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the future queen.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎only this time is that curiosity not pigeonholed into expectations‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎plans to keep a fourteen year old safe,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now that questioning lingers on their tongue with an intertwined excitement that borders on selfish.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the doctor's features,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the doctor's tone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it should concern them‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe if they were more scared of demise it would,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but there is no threat,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎nothing big enough,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to scare her–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if this moment should bring as much worry that is etched into @denouemente's shoulders,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cheeks‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it doesn't scare them one bit).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"what do you mean?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎is this not the planet you spoke of?"

her tone remains valiant,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes glancing over the crowds of celebrating people,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hugs‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎kisses‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎friends holding onto each other like they thought they wouldn't before.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a beautiful sight to be seen,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one that tugs at her heart in a way she cannot articulate.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's all beautiful‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet there's a somberness that befalls those around,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one that feels unintentional,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if a collective loss that cannot be named has landed on their shoulders...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now falls upon padmé's.

she isn't scared,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's hurt‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎aching,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet she can't articulate why.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎each glance at another face bringing them closer‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎closer to forgetting how to breathe.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the excitement that they had upon landing has started to fade now that he has brought attention to the slightly greyscale of such a bright scene.

"we're not supposed to be here are we?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎tone falls flat‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for a moment she lets her eyes shut,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hoping that not seeing will wipe away the sickness that slips up her throat‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎into her chest.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the feeling is so painfully unfamiliar.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when eyes open back up,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they lock onto the doctor because it's easier that way,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its easier to focus on that one thing,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎on this one person that she trusts than to the happily somber folks who dance around them with cheerful tone.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"why is it hurting me to be here?"

[varpusvaras]

So Palpatine is found out to be the Sith and to having been playing the war on both sides.

The Senate is furious. They want to know how no one caught this earlier. They cannot admit that they didn't see anything, either, and were fully on board with almost everything Palpatine had said and done before. They cannot admit that they had been in the wrong.

They try to blame the Jedi. Some of it sticks, but not permanently, because the Jedi are like yo bro wtf we were on the battlefields for 99 percent of the time, we didn't have the time to stand there and stare at him, so they need to find even more scapegoats.

They turn to look at the Guard.

It's their job to protect the Republic! How did they not notice! They must've been in on it!

The Guard is like ????? okay sir first of all, we were too busy to be crawling around in the prisons and on the lower levels to ever even talk to the Chancellor during our entire lives, we weren't that important

But one of you has been reporting to the Chancellor. Doing his datawork for him. He must've noticed! How could he have not! Who was this one Guard!

It's Commander Fox.

The Senate wants to take Fox to the courts. But he is not there. The Guard goes Commander Fox who? Never heard of him. Are you sure that it's not just some ploy made by the Sith? Maybe he's someone who is just impersonating a Guard or something, we don't know. We have never had a Commander by that name in the Coruscant Guard

They interrogate the entire Guard for days, weeks. They all just say that there has never been a Commander Fox in the Guard. No one can find him. Commander Fox has never been seen without a helmet by anyone who is not a clone. They cannot verify who he is, if he is trying to hide among the other Guards

The Senate finds out that Commander Fox has brothers outside of the Guard. They bring them in. Cody and the others are just as confused by all of this as the rest of them. They know Fox exists. The Jedi keep reassuring them that everything will be okay if Fox comes forward, so they try to see if Fox is there. He is not. Cody goes to ask Thorn what is going on. Thorn looks him dead in the eyes and says he has never even heard of a Commander Fox before all of this. He just keeps staring at Cody with absolutely no expression when Cody tries to insist. No, never heard of Commander Fox before this. Are you sure you're okay Marshal Commander Sir? You've been in many close calls during the war. That scar looks rather nasty. Must've been quite a hit. Have you ever gone and checked it out? Could be a concussion.

Cody knows that Thorn knows that he got the scar on Kamino. Cody points this out. Thorn continues to look him in the eyes and flat out says no you didn't.

Cody looks at Thorn. Thorn looks at Cody.

Cody gives up.

All the other Guard Commanders say the same. To all of them. So do all the troopers, down to the newest shiny.

The Jedi try to go in and ask. It doesn't work. Their working theory is that being so close to the Sith has made them develope stronger mental shields. Maybe. Anyway no one is saying anything to them either. Yoda thinks this is hilarious. He keeps cackling behind his stick. Mace looks at him like bffr.

The Guard is firm in their stance. Commander Fox does not exist.

The Senate is still in an uproar about all of this. Bail looks at Padmé and Mon and goes you know what? I'm getting a headache from all of this. This is stupid. I'm going home. I suggest that all of you do the same. My wife said that we are renewing our vows and then taking another honeymoon. I'm going now goodbye.

Yeah, sure, Padmé and Mon say. They all pack up their things and go home the next day.

(The Organa family has a beautiful vacation home on the mountains. The sun is shining warmly but there is still snow at this time of the year. Some rare flowers are in the bloom amidst the ice on the rocky sides of the mountain. There's a view for a glacial lake from the front windows. The fire place is lit and the beds are warmed up and have thick blankets on them.

Fox sits in front of the fireplace, being sandwhiched between his wife and husband, and he looks out at the lake and takes a sip from the sugariest cup of hot chocolate that exists in the entire Galaxy.

Commander Fox does not exist.

Fox Organa does.

And he's on a vacation.

Please do not disturb)

[hereconduct]

how can a place she's known her whole life take her breath away every time she steps foot back in it?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a question she's been asked her whole life–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a question they've even moved on to ask themselves.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎still,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎whenever she sees the people,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her people,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎walking about with smiles twisted up on her their lips or the architecture that came from generations long before their own,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's as if they learn how to breathe for the first time.

this moment is no different,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎or maybe it is,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎because instead of having to force an inhale as she steps out of that ridiculous blue box��� ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(for which she wants to ask for an explanation at some point,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they cannot breathe at all.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎body frozen,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎heart racing painfully fast.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so much beauty to take in all at once.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"oh."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's all she can let out,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a hand moving to rest on her chest,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she can feel it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a personal check to test:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎am i still alive?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎am i truly dreaming?

her eyes scan the crowds.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎patrons dressed in clothing she'd seen as queen in small details on her gowns,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎remnants of the history of naboo that each leader has to carry on their shoulders.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now it's real,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's on the people before her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the very people they strive to live for.

"when are we?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they know naboo like the back of their hand,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎seen in history books the way that their home used to be.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎everything was so close to the same,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎everything was so different.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there were not words for the beauty that reflected back in the wideness upon her unblinking eyes‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she remembers now,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎forces herself to blink a few times before snapping her chin in the direction of the doctor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cheeks flushed‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎lips parted like a child excited).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"how did you do that?"

THE PAST, she guesses correctly, which makes the doctor break out into a toothy grin. “ i guess there’s those smarts that make you the best senator naboo ever had! ” thankfully, he thinks it can pass off as his opinion rather than something that is considered fact in the future. they step forward from the door, turning to open it and move outside. it will likely be shocking for them, he thinks, seeing something that is so familiar but so different. it’s like that for everyone. BUT SENATOR AMIDALA ISN’T JUST ANYONE, they think closing the door behind them and turning to face them with the same smile from earlier.

“ so? what do you think? ” his arms cross over his chest as he saunters forward, taking in the sights and sounds and smells of theed, the human capitol. if his nose is as good as always, they should be about two hundred years into the past. he doesn’t have a clear version of the naboo padmé is familiar with in his head, after all, the last time he was there before the empire took over was hundreds of years ago! so, he turns to look at them, head tilted, curiosity practically TEEMING from his ears. “ any initial thoughts? any comments? questions? concerns? NO? well, let’s go then. ”

they take off, strides long as the streets of theed pass them by. it’s only after he realizes she’s not following that he turns around, watching her do her own sightseeing. THIS WAS HIS FAVORITE PART, watching his traveling companion take in something that they’d likely deemed impossible. “ it’s wonderful, isn’t it? ” they walk back to the senator, hands clasped behind their back. “ any similarities? any differences? what do you think, senator? ”

[pasukiyo]

pasukiyo’s anakin skywalker masterlist;

— drunk on you | smut

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

— taking over me | smut

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

— i end with you | smut, angst

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

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

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

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

— the undoing of darkness | angst, smut

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

— a million ways to break | smut

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

[galactic-rhea]

never thought about the vader + obiwan dynamic like that but damn. kind vibe. consider !! (or dont ur decision) if we were to tentatively tie it into the pre-existing canon that instead of the "vader wants to kill obiwan because he blames him and is therefore obsessed with killing him" it could be more. vader is obsessed with kill obiwan BECAUSE of his self-hatred and self-disgust. obiwan (and ahsoka. and rex. and luke and-) is one of the last pieces of Anakin Skywalker alive. he's a living reminder of that pain and who vader couldve been. so the obsession is less With obiwan, then with himself and it turns into this grotesque self-harming violence and obiwan is being sucked into by association. i could also see this applying to vader's fights with ahsoka and luke (the first one not the second). peace and love ur thoughts and art are golden ❤️

Woah thank you! <3

I haven't watched Rebels yet, so I have no idea how the Ahsoka vs Vader fight went (which is why I avoid so hard gifsets with Ahsoka and Anakin 😂��) but it could be pretty accurate, I suppose!

With Vader, I usually remain on the notion that he's pretty much a husk of Anakin, he lacks any passion at all, like sure he's angry and furious most of the time, and annoyed, but it's like, instead of raging burning fury, it burns like how ice burns, is old and calculated and rootten and it leaves you numb to everything.

In the original trilogy he doesn't seem to deny thaaaaaat hard being Anakin, I mean he does, but like he's just so...idk, he's so "meh" about everything, nothing matters, like instead of going "THAT NAME MEANS NOTHING TO ME ANYMOREEEEEE!!!!" it's more like "-takes away Luke's lightsaber- That name means nothing to me anymore y'know."

"then my father is truly dead"

"ah"

Like he's almost bored, in fact when he kills Obi-Wan he does look almost bored like "wow, this is a lame fight, I'll end it quickly old master" and then he stomps on the robes when Obi-Wan's corpse disappear,,,,like a cat trying to catch a light pointer, and then he just leaves like "whatever idc why this body is gone, i've seen weirder stuff" NKJDFSNJDFSSD

He doesn't even care enough about his self-hatred to like, you know, do something about himself, or like, even kill himself because Palpatine probably doesn't let him die and because he believes he deserves the hell he lives him. He only mostly moves to carry on Palpatine's orders.

So that's mostly what I go by with him, if he's obssesed about anything, is when he learns about Luke, probably. If he wanted to rid off everything about 'anakin skywalker', you would think he wouldn't care about Luke that much because Luke very proudly takes on the name Skywalker (i would say agressively and stubbornly 😆) and he would rather not aknowledge anything about Padmé or why he turned to the dark side, which he probably doesn't admit outwardly, and probably tells himself he doesn't care, but internally is the very reason he hates himself.

He also kept Ahsoka's lightsaber, which, again, is he reaaally wanted to destroy everything that remained of his old life wouldn't fit (again, I haven't watched Rebels so idk if that's brought up in their fight)

He wanted to kill Obi-Wan mostly out of the fact he...kills anything opposing the empire, and the jedi are forbidden now and "I suppose I should want revenge and he's here now".

But yeah, I could see an AU where he does want to hunt down Obi-Wan and it's just an attempt to end what's left of Anakin, and feeling really empty and unchanged if he believes Obi-Wan dead (or actually manages to kill him before ANH timeline). Like there's just quiet silence, and he still feels the same, Anakin's still hasn't been destroyed, and then goes back to his usual misererable apathy.

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

🌊 = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: Someday (Commander Cody x gn!Reader) by @dystopicjumpsuit Do Over by @toomanyteefs Like Suns Rise and Stars Fall by @varpusvaras 🌊 One Step at a Time by @wild-karrde Wrap-Around by helpivefallenandicantgetup (AO3)

The Bad Batch: 🌊 Fantasy Falls into Reality (Tech x f!Reader) by @eyeluvmusic21 Mayday, Mayday by @apocalyp-tech-a Confrontation by @eclec-tech

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: Palo's Sketchbook (Padmé Amidala x Palo) by @findswoman

Batman: Breaking What is Already Fragile by FishFromMars (AO3) Last Wishes by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) To Love What is Mortal by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) Stolen Silk by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) They Open Their Wings So Easily, And Fly by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) Is Dick Grayson the Asshole? by clapclapwatchyourback (AO3) The Hearts of Gotham by @schrijverr Throughout Infinity by flumen (AO3) He's Ours Now by Lulu_Rythmea (AO3) Undercover by InvalidStuff (AO3) Patchwork Siblings by @raberbagirl Thursday's Child by @syntactition Not Unloved Anymore by @paper-sunflower-lane A Father's Wish by @alone77

The Murderbot Diaries: Via Solitude by FlipSpring (AO3) Abandoned Unit by Skits (AO3)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses The Winter Lady of Fraldarius (Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x My Unit/Byleth) by @teecupangel

Crossover AUs: Of Snuggles and Ice Cream (Batman x Pokemon Crossover) by Shadeseeker44 (AO3) Greedy Bastards are Fox's Specialty (Star Wars x The Hobbit Crossover) by ByteMe (something_generic) (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Commander Fox Art by @rexxdjarin Captain Rex Art by @rexxdjarin Captain Rex Art by @peanuttoffee Rex has a New Workout Buddy by @omaano Breakfast is Ready by @pinkiemme Commander Thire Art by @wyvernsrus Commander Wolffe Art by @itzmoonstar

The Bad Batch: They Were Never Good with Words by @thattoothpick Captain Baja Blast by @blairaptor Hunter Art by @mesvi

Rebels: With a Look that Says "I Love You Too" by @tyquu

The Mandalorian: Din Djarin Art by @eggdrawsthings

Percy Jackson: Percy x Annabeth Art by @abreca Percy x Annabeth Art by @alexcopeman

Baldur's Gate 3: 🌊 An Embrace by @cleric4vampire

Crescent City Series: Perry Ravenscroft Art by elizianna.the.one (Instagram) So the Day falls in love with the Night by gabsgabx (Instagram)

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series: Azriel Art by luxury_banshee (Instagram) Elriel as Anakin and Padme (Azriel x Elain) by gessueter (Instagram)

[crimsoncold]

Note: This is my main blog a combination of all my art +a veriety of fandom stuff + any random thing that catches my eye... to find a place where I post nothing but my art you check out my side art blog @crimsoncoldart

A Complete list of all Fanart by @crimsoncold

Organized by Fandom, includes links to posted art work (in white) and a list of ongoing series (in green), in progress works (in blue), and soon to be posted pieces (in red)

(All artwork will be tagged and made searchable with #Crimson Cold or #my art)

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones

ASOIAF/GOT (Gen) MASTERLIST

ASOIAF/GOT (Jonsa) MASTERLIST

ASOIAF/GOT (Sansa Rarepairs) MASTERLIST

Jon Snow x Sansa Stark (Jonsa):

Family Portrait in the godswood of Winterfell

A Shared Dream of Family (day time version)

A Shared Dream of Family (night time version)

Wedding in the Godswood (winter version)

Wedding in the Godswood (spring version)

A Bedding at Winterfell

Future in Winterfell (A Jonsa Collection)

Jonsa Beyond the Wall (A Wildling AU)

Escape to the Free Cities/Essos AU

The QITN and her Lord Commander

Devotion Beyond Death (whitewalker/warg au)

Jon meets Alayne (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Jonsa Regency AU

Jonsa Period Drama Portraits

Jonsa Modern Hockey AU

Jonsa Post-Apocalyptic AU

Jonsa Modern AU (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Aemond Targaryen x Sansa Stark (Aemondsa):

The Lady Wolf and her Dragon Knight

Alayne Stone and her Dragon Knight

ASOIAF/GOT Second Generation: (HIATUS)

Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark,

Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark,

[House Stark]

Willas Tyrell, Garlan Tyrell, Loras Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell, [House Tyrell]

Arianne Martell, Myrcella Baratheon

Myranda Royce, Mya Stone

ASOIAF First Generation: (HIATUS)

Brandon Stark, Eddard Stark,

Lyanna Stark, Benjen Stark,

[House Stark]

Catelyn Tully, Elia Martell

Arthur Dayne, Ashara Dayne,

Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister

Robert Baratheon, Rhaegar Targaryen

ASOIAF 1st Gen Masterpost

ASOIAF Stark Family Portraits

Ned and Catelyn, Robb and Jon,

Sansa and Arya, Bran and Rickon

ASOIAF/GOT Starks & Direwolves

Robb and Grey Wind, Jon and Ghost

Sansa and Lady, Arya and Nymeria,

Bran and Summer, Rickon and Shaggydog

Miscellaneous asoiaf/got:

Alayne Stone Sansa Stark, QITN

Jon Snow Sketch Sansa Stark Sketch

Jon Snow Sketch 2 Sansa Stark Sketch 2

Jaime Lannister Sketch

The Starks (A Little Women AU)

Shadow and Bone

Alina Starkov x Aleksander Morozova (Darklina)

Nosferatu AU

Nosferatu

Affliction and Appetite (Nosferatu)

Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Hermione Granger (Harmony):

Family Picnic (TO BE POSTED)

Dancing in the common room (IN PROGRESS)

Sirius Black x Hermione Granger:

Family Outing to Diagon Alley (TO BE POSTED)

Attack on Titan/ Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Ackerman (EruRi):

Expedition beyond Wall Rose

The Witcher/Wiedźmin

Geralt of Rivia portrait (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Fae Jaskier | Dandelion (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Star Wars

Padmé Amidala x Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obidala):

Clone Wars AU (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Tatooine AU (TO BE POSTED)

Miscellaneous:

Queen Amidala (TO BE POSTED)

Miscellaneous Fanart

Charles and Anna Cornick (from the Alpha & Omega series by Patricia Briggs)

Kate Daniels (from the Kate Daniels Series by Ilona Andrews)

Nevada Baylor (from the Hidden Legacy Series by Ilona Andrews)

[kayedium-writes]

Let It Snow

Read here on AO3!

Star Wars - Modern AU | No Warnings | Skywalker Family | 1709 Words

With the snow falling like a blanket over the yard, Padmé knows her snowbird children will be beyond thrilled to spend their day outside with Anakin, leaving her to enjoy aromatherapy and a good book.

Preview below the cut!

Padmé came up behind her husband, a ceramic mug clutched between her hands while she took another small sip of her morning coffee. He stood in the middle of the large, front picture window, both hands on his hips and staring out at the snow as it fell like a blanket across the front yard.

“You’re really giving off the dad energy this morning, Ani,” she said, stifling a giggle.

Their twins were still tucked away in their bedrooms, and she could only imagine what the reaction was going to be when they woke up and saw the snowfall. They were finally at an age to really enjoy it now that they were a little bit bigger and she wasn’t quite as terrified one of them would slip on a patch of ice and permanently traumatize her and them both. Not that she was sure to be keen for whatever plan her husband would come up with, either. 

She swore the man thought their children were made of steel. And after her fair share of boo-boo kissing when it was nothing more than a softly stubbed toe, she knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Anakin looked over his shoulder before turning around. “Just thinking about how I should be out there shoveling already.”

[ontherocks21]

Someday I'll Write It:

Lady Vader Part VII

In the quiet vacuum of space, Chandrila explodes and the galaxy screams.

Over the roaring in her ears, Padmé can’t make out the words, gasps, and cries of the pandemonium all around her. Holding herself together, she cradles her middle, unable to tear her eyes away from the unimaginable newsfeed she can’t bear to watch continuously crawl across the screen. She can’t breathe.  Can’t think.

All she knows is Mon Mothma hadn’t been the only one shouting at the top of her lungs.

Eventually, she loses track of how long she’s stood in horrified silence, and somehow manages to find her way home.

*****

When she arrives, Anakin greets her with terror in his eyes and a tone she’s never heard flavor his voice before.

At least, not ever with her.

“From now on, you need to keep your mouth shut.”

“Anakin,” she whispers, recoiling from the stranger standing where her husband should be.  Confusion and pain bleed across the carpet between them, but he turns away from her, ignoring her heart still begging for his comforting embrace.

Then she sees it. 

The cold sheen of remorse on his unusually pale skin.  The halting way his shoulders rise and fall. His lungs a grief-stricken bellows choking him with his own guilt.  He’s attempting to disappear in plain sight, and the last time he tried to hide his demons from her, she asked…

“What’s wrong, Ani?”

Their apartment recedes into the background, and she swears she can feel the blistering heat of that damned Tatooinian garage again.

“I had to.”

He doesn’t turn around to answer her, though her mind all too easily supplies the way rivulets of tears cascade down his chiseled cheeks.  She wills her feet to move toward him, yearns to hold him together as he’s falling apart, but her limbs refuse, leaden and sinking in unseen quicksand.  History is repeating itself though her wildly jumping nerves warn of a far greater threat this time.

Just as suddenly as he had then, Anakin spins back to her, dismay and defeat and defiance written all over his handsome face.  There’s a dangerous set to his chin and an unnerving quality to his unblinking watery gaze.  Vexation looks dashing on him but not when it looks like this.

“I had to pick. He didn’t give me a choice.” 

He’s haunted, seeing ghosts, the words gushing out of him faster and faster until he’s the one now hemorrhaging all over the floor. 

“It was a test.  He’s getting closer.  He made me pick.  Said it was my choice who to make an example of.”

She wants to say something to soothe the fragmented soul in front of her, but she is paralyzed by the unease spreading along her skin.  Her stunned silence destroys him.

“I had to, Padmé.  I had to.  I’m so sorry, but it was Chandrila because I couldn’t… Oh gods, he knew I wouldn’t…”

Collapsing at her feet, he buries his face into her belly, strangling on the other impossible choice of planet he can’t bring himself to name.  He doesn’t need to.  Her bones turn to ice, and she clings to him as fiercely as he does to her.  The world spins out from under their feet as a devastating realization creeps its way down her spine.

The Skywalkers are no longer untouchable.

Image Credit: Eli Hyder

[sammys-magical-au]

Luke: I didn’t have a good day today.

Padmé: oh, my poor baby! Let’s go get you some ice cream!

Anakin: he doesn’t need ice cream, he needs to talk about what hap-

Luke: actually, I think ice cream would help.

Padmé, to Anakin: I know how to take care of my son.

[ritiual]

raising an eyebrow at his defensive response, padmè sat calmly in her seat. she had expected as much from a member of the roy family, especially after her previous encounters with them. (nothing would ever erase the memory in her mind of sitting in the limousine with shiv, her father on the phone and his booming voice loud enough to hear from three seats over.) but she remains composed, expression resting neutral as she listens to his accusations. “mr. roy, i assure you that my visit to new york has nothing to do with shiv or your family's business. i am here on official business. as a senator, it's my duty to represent the interests of my constituents and ensure that their voices are heard in washington. and as you well know, waystar royco's actions have had a significant impact on the lives of many americans.” voice steady and measured, padmé refuses to back down. she had come too far to let kendall's attitude get in the way of her objective.

leaning forward slightly, her eyes lock onto the male's — her final attempt of an olive branch. “i want to have a serious discussion about the future of our country and the role that waystar royco can play in shaping it. so, if you're ready to put aside whatever your personal grudge against me is, and work together for the greater good — let's negotiate. please.”

@ritiual / padmé: since when is anything about your family normal?

❝ ha, ha — very fucking funny. ❞ he's not laughing. rather, he's pouting — arms moving to cross themselves tightly over his chest, cerulean gaze drifting to the floor of his office. her sentence reminds kendall of speaking with reporters, a typical topic of conversation revolving around his familial matters. a deep breath is inhaled, a scoff trailing behind before he chooses to speak.

❝ senator amidala, we could sit here all fucking day and talk about the, uh, normalcy regarding my family — but that doesn't explain why you're in new york, or better yet, why you're visiting me. ❞ the last time he spoke with shiv, she'd mentioned potentially helping the young senator once again in the upcoming election. (the youngest senator elected to the united states senate, in actuality, thanks to the helping hand of one siobhan roy.)

❝ let me guess: looking to ride on shiv's coat-tails again for re-election and make waystar royco's life a living hell again? ❞

[hanasnx]

❝ just bad, bad decisions. ❞

── fratboy!anakin skywalker x padmé amidala

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 3.5k SUMMARY: having officially broken it off because of anakin’s stupid mistake, anakin and padmé have not seen each other since. when they lock eyes during a football game they both attend, they find their way back to each other during the game. and set aside their differences to reconnect under the bleachers. NOTES: use caution when proceeding! you are at risk for spoilers for @justadmiringanakin‘s fall for me for chapter 12: fool me once under the cut in the summary and contents of this one shot. | directly following the events of chapter 12: fool me once of fall for me by the talented @justadmiringanakin; it contains spoilers for all chapters up to chapter 12 | ava did give me permission to post this, please do not report, and please read the original material. | i need to specify, this is fanfiction for ava’s fanfiction. and is not canon to her storyline whatsoever. it is a self indulgent piece inspired by her storyline and characters. WARNINGS: explicit sex | anakin being persistent & crude | very slight angst | no explicit ask for consent | using each other | vaginal fingering | slight voyeurism/exhibitionism | penetration | anakin being nice at first until he knows he’s got her and using degrading dirty talk | sadistic anakin | anakin in denial | taking the lords name in vain | size difference | break up fantasy | break up sex | little bit o hate sex | ass slap| anakin’s toxic.

“Padmé?” Far away, PADMÉ AMIDALA eyes linger where ANAKIN SKYWALKER's empty seat resides. “Padmé…?” A comforting hand on her shoulder snaps her out of her trance and she hums in acknowledgement at the source. 

“I’m sorry. Were you trying to say something to me?” she asks, furrowing her brows from the nerves deeply rooted in her stomach, set at unease. 

“I was just asking if you could grab us some snacks. Cordé wants a soft pretzel to share with Logan and I want the same.” Dormé requests, inclining to meet Padmé’s eyes as if she needs to demand her attention during such a distracting football game. 

Distressfully, Padmé glances at the unoccupied seat, worried she’d somehow run into Anakin during her trip. She couldn’t handle a close range encounter with him right now. Especially not after how she’s been feeling with the sudden loss of someone to warm her bed late at night. 

Dormé holds up a couple bucks. “Please? I don’t wanna miss any plays, and I know you don’t really care about this sort of thing.” 

Padmé couldn't argue with that and blew air out of her mouth to redirect a stray lock of hair out of her face. “Yeah,” Mustering a brave smile, she nods, and takes Dormé’s cash. “No problem. Be right back.” It’s the least she could do after they convinced her to abandon the cowardise of her room. 

No sooner had her feet hit the grass, did the pit in her stomach grow tenfold. 

She rounds the bleacher, a hand bracing against one of the poles, and she treks to the concessions. Underneath the bleachers are eerie, and she makes out a familiar figure in the shade when the end of his cigarette lights up. 

He notices her too. “Came lookin’ for me?” His tone is uncharacteristically empathetic and Padmé gulps, gathering strength to cool and harden like stone. 

Anakin.

“No. Obviously not.” She sticks her nose in the air, and continues on her way. 

“So- you still hate me?” he asks, dropping his roach to the ground to grind it into the dirt with his shoe. 

Like a fool, she takes the bait. 

She crosses her arms with finesse, facing him. “I can’t believe you’d ask that.” Her words are like ice, emphasized by the tilt of her head and snobby huff. 

Once he starts to close in is when her facade is cracking, eyeing him cautiously. However, he stops a few feet from her, having expected her to run off by now, and he leans his back against one of the sustainers. “I know you don’t.”

Her gaze searches him for a moment, a sharp pain stabbing through her heart as she catches a whiff of his musk that once comforted her so. In hopes to derail him from this conversation, she changes the subject. “Where’s your vape? I thought you quit smoking.” the word is spat with her distaste for it. Unfortunately the smell of it coming off of him is not helping her situation. Who knew cloves could have this kind of effect on her? 

No, hate him. Hate him.

Anakin regards her thoughtfully— or more, appropriately, looks her up and down. “Vape broke. This whole… ‘scene’ has been really getting to me.” So he bought a pack to light up as soon as she found out about his lie and called him out on it? So juvenile. 

“Oh, you mean the scene you caused?” The passive aggressive comment punctuated with an accusatory finger pointed in his direction. 

He idles. Nods. “That’s right.” 

Padmé doesn’t know why she’s still here. Listening to this. She’s supposed to be strong, she told him she never wants to speak to him again. Yet here she is. 

Her silence is taken as an invitation to continue. 

“Padmé, I miss you.” The feeling that shoots through her from that statement is hot and she fights a wince. He steps closer and inversely she steps back. 

That same finger reanimates to warn him to control himself. “Don’t.” 

He doesn’t listen. “I’ve been losing my mind over this. Just ask my brothers— ask Rex—“ 

“I don’t want to ask anybody! You should be dealing with the consequences of your actions. I’m furious with you, don’t you know that?” her voice trembles, betraying her passion, and he advances on her, ready to catch her. All that halts him is her index finger jabbing into his chest. His toned, hard chest, rising and falling with breath. 

“Let me make it up to you.”  A plea. Once again, her reticence encourages him. “Tell me. I’ll do anything.” 

“You can’t. That’s the thing.” Barely able to raise her voice above a whisper, throat tightening, and tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Perhaps she’s still here because she seeks closure. Or because she misses him so much it hurts. 

His intense gaze bores into hers, unwavering, undivided. “If you’re so mad at me, you could take it out on me.” 

Her brows furrow, snapping her out of her stupor. “What?” Her first thought is his comment about liking when girls slap him. Did he expect her to hit him to release her fury on him? 

“It won’t be that easy. I told you I’ll never forgive you, and I meant that.” 

“Then don’t forgive me.” Is it her imagination or does that sentence pain him to say it? Regardless, he recovers quicker than she can dwell on it. “You don’t have to like me to use me.” 

“What?” She blinks, having to ask him to clarify a second time. 

“C’mon, I know you’re horny. Let me at least help with that.” Another plea, leaning over her arm that keeps him back with that single, thin finger. Her willpower diminishing every second longer she spends with him. 

“You’re a pig.” A correct pig. A hopelessly, and completely correct statement said by the one person she wished she could hate. 

“You miss me.”

He’s right. She clenches her jaw. 

“I love this little crop top you’re wearing.” His large hands entitle themselves as usual— just like she remembers—  grabbing hold of her hips. Warm pads of his fingers brush her exposed hips and she sucks in a breath. She slacks, letting him tug her into his intoxicating atmosphere. His eyes, once hungrily devouring her outfit, lands on the top of her head, and an endeared smile stretches onto his lips. “Dumb little hat.” he muses as one of his knuckles flicks the rim of it, backing it off her head marginally. 

Her delicate countenance twists into a defined frown, scrunching up her nose as her free hand claps and adjusts the bucket hat back onto the top of her crown. As if she finally remembered what he’s doing, how he’s drawing her in just like he always does, she arches away from him, which only makes him incline in her direction more.  

“I’m mad at you.” 

“We could fuck about it.” He tosses the words so carelessly. Like he didn’t just say what he said. She’d be appalled, if not for her mind running away with her. 

Could this be a way to get back at him? To use him like he used her? Let him pleasure her to tears once more so that she could bang one out of her system, and feel like she’s finally on top of him? 

Wait a second, she’s getting ahead of herself, shaking her head. “Do you have to be so crude? Where would that even take place?”

His expression lights up at the fact her question lacks a rejection, she’s open to his offer. “Right here, right now.” 

Swiftly, as if no time had passed, his thick arms wrap around her, and out of instinct hers encircle his neck as his lips connect with hers. The first kiss she’s had in a while, her first kiss with Anakin since before… At the memory, she protests, pushing back but he’s undeterred, merely dipping his head down to latch onto her neck. Open mouthed, fervent, kisses down the column. Once he reaches her pulse point, he sucks hard, and laps at it. The motion causes a noise to emit from her, involuntarily, and he lures her further into the shades of the bleachers, practically picking her up as if she’s light as a feather to him. He bites down onto her skin and she resists the urge to moan like before. 

To give himself more access, he palms the back of her head, cradling it to tilt as he pleases. She feels limp in his hands, putty just as she once was. 

“Anakin…” she begins, hitching when he nips her again. 

“I fucking missed my name on your lips, Padmé…” he murmurs against her skin, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Gripping hard on her waist, he pulls her into him so she can feel how hard he’s gotten already. At this point, she had expected he’d direct her to palm his erection, but perhaps he meant what he said earlier… How it was all about her, and her pleasure, and to use him to do it. 

He doesn’t give her time to think about it when his hand slips to slot itself in between her thighs. Suddenly, the realization hit her that he really meant here and now. The cheers of the crowd overhead sounding alarms in her head. 

Oh, but his touch feels so fucking good…

“Anakin, wait, I’m supposed to be back with soft pretzels- they’re gonna wonder where I am—“

He growls, guiding her further into the depths of the underside of these bleachers. “I’ll be quick.” 

His words jelly her, especially because of his splendid ministrations against her clit through her jeans. Knees weakening, she believes he’s the only thing keeping her upright. Until he props her up against one of the studs. “Fuck, I gotta feel that pussy on my fingers again, angel,” he speaks as he practically rips open her button and zipper, adjusting it harshly to make room for shoving his hand in. Just as his digits find their home, he captures her parted lips, inviting his tongue inside unceremoniously. Melding with hers, demanding to taste whatever’s available as she’s trying not to moan directly in his mouth from his fingers circling and pinching her clit. He sucks on her tongue and releases it with a toying nip to the end of it, “You’re so fucking wet, I can’t fucking wait to stick my dick inside you.” 

As if this man couldn’t go five minutes without psychologically torturing her, choosing to phrase it that way because of their argument. Because of how she accused him of only seeing her as something to “stick his dick inside.”

“Less talking and more doing, I’m getting bored.” A lie, but she hoped to jab at him the way he just did to her. 

So he does as she asked, gaze darkening as it pierces hers, his fingers plunging themselves into her with no further warning. Daring her to cry out, daring her to try him again. To silence herself, she covers her mouth, eyebrows upturning in a pleading countenance she shares with him. He’s indomitable, barreling through as he effortlessly finds that spot inside her that turns her into the little pliable slut he wants. 

She looks up at the people she can see through the cracks of the bleachers. The clapping, the resting feet, the faces of Dormé, Cordé, and Logan watching the game. Her eyes widen. 

Did Anakin know exactly where to situate them to teeter the edge of danger? How sadistic could he be? 

Is this even for her? Is this all for him and his sick pleasure? He really is a creep. 

Anakin takes it all in, her shifts, how her body racked in rapture bends to his will, shuddering helplessly as she nears her end. “Bet they wouldn’t hear even if you did scream for me.” So he does know who’s above them. 

She frowns at him, and he yanks her hand off her mouth. 

“Are you gonna cum in your panties, Padmé? Who’s doing that to you, huh? Who’s finger blasting you under the fucking football bleachers?”

“F- fuck you…” she responds best she can, weakly, and fighting through her pleasure. Barely able to keep her eyes open. 

“We’ll get to that, baby, don’t worry.” 

Is he so sure?

Sharply inhaling through her nose, countenance skewing into an almost sneeze-like stance, is her tell. She’s close, and Anakin doesn’t let up. Curling his thick digits inside of her, and probing that spot that controls her efficiently. “Can’t believe you’re getting off where anybody can just turn the corner and see. Better yet, if anyone looked down…”

Somehow that did it, and her cum floods his hand, seeping past and dripping into the crotch of her panties he’d moved aside. 

“Oh, fuck yes, baby, just like that.” he breathes, watching in fascination in the dimness. She clenches around him involuntarily, fluttering around his fingers as he pulls them out, coated in her slick. “You came so much it’s like you haven’t fucked yourself. Being a good girl for me while we’re apart during this little spat of ours? You remembered I told you not to waste your cum.” By his tone, he sounds impressed, and she hates herself for her body responding well to his praise. His good girl. It makes her sick. 

“G- God, Anakin, you’re so fu-cking annoying. Do you ever shut up?” Minimizing their very real fight, assuming she’d been saving any of this for him, it left a sour taste in her mouth. Unfortunately, she needs him now more than ever and remains complacent as he readies her to take him. 

“I might. If your pussy is as good as I remember.” he degrades, spinning her and placing her hands for her to brace on the pole she once leant on. 

Her jaw opens to say something, any sort of rebuttal that’s as clever as she wishes it could be but she’s unable; he tugs down her pants just enough and pulls his aching cock out of the confines, and it’s just as beautiful as she pictures it in her mind. Gawking at it from over her shoulder as he gives it a few yanks, resting his splayed hand over her exposed backside, finger absentmindedly stroking one of the dimples of her lower back. 

“You have no idea how badly I need this…” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to give her ass a sharp pat, and then to her entrance, soothing her clit with gentle circles. She heard him shuffling behind her, and saw him rip a condom open with his teeth. 

It didn’t occur to him that he had one.. why didn’t it occur to her? She’s been so wrapped up in the moment. Where did he get it? Did he just have it in his wallet? Was he expecting something like this to happen?

To keep her warmed up for him, the ends of his fingers dip experimentally into her, scissoring her open and curling to help loosen her up for him— while he rolls the rubber onto his length. Once fully protected, he collects some more of her finish from previous, smearing it onto his coated length to lubricate it. He starts kissing the tip of himself against her glistening folds repeatedly, as if to warn her cunt of what’s to come. His brutalizing length isn’t to be trifled with, especially because she’s tightened and sensitive from cumming earlier. Pushing himself inside, the pleasant sting makes her hiss, easing back from the pole as he thrusts a little more of himself inside each time. 

“Did you just have that?” she managed to question. 

“The condom? I always keep one on me.” So he learned his lesson from the truck. Padmé never quite forgot the exasperated look on Rex’s face. 

“Were you expecting this?” she spoke through gritted teeth, as she continued to rock back further and further onto his dick. 

“Well, we’re here, aren’t we?”

She can practically hear his crooked grin through his cocky words, and it exacerbated her already molten feelings towards him. 

“Is your goal to piss me off?” 

“You’re hot when you’re angry. Especially at me.”

Now fully seated inside of her, his thrusts are sharper, rolling his hips in such a way that fits so well against the end of her. 

“Fuck, you really are as good as I remember.” he sighs, biting his lower lip to keep from whimpering over how perfectly she’s squeezing him. “Maybe even better…” 

“You promised me you’d shut up.” she tells him, and he obliges— surprisingly. 

His hand squeezes her hip, using it to anchor her weight into him and off, while his other snatches her hat off her head. So enraptured she doesn’t even notice. She doesn’t notice when he puts it on his head to keep it off the ground either. All that, just to safely tangle his fingers in her air, stinging her scalp. 

Forcing her back to arch for him, forcing her to see her unsuspecting friends once again. The horror that would seize her if one of them were to— God forbid— witness this. But the din of the game and the crowd drowned out the noises of their lovemaking. 

Anakin’s necessity to be as close as he possibly could be to her, causes him to abandon her hip, sliding his arm around her pelvis, nearly lifting her off the ground as he pistoned into her. Bent over her, his chest against her back, his chin over her shoulder, enveloping her with his sheer size, and spearing her on his cock. It’s all too much. He bites whatever he can get his teeth on: her neck, her shoulder, her cheek. When she turns her head, ready to kiss him, he bites her lips and her nose. Unable to think of anything to say while he’s balls deep inside of her, she wishes the weird things he did didn’t turn her on so badly. 

She’s been so good at staying quiet, but as soon as that desperate hand of his releases her hair to seek out and stimulate her clit, she lets a moan leak from her. Instantly embarrassed, heat rises to her cheeks, and when she checks to see if her friends above her heard— she’s met with only Logan’s flushed and wide-eyed expression. 

Quickly he looks ahead, and doesn’t meet her gaze again… but the damage has been done. Padmé feels like crawling into herself and dying. She hides her face in her arms against the pole. 

Anakin’s breathless and cruel laugh sounds in her ear, “Do we have an audience?” The waves of his warm breath causes her to shiver, and the squelching sounds of their union intensifies as he fucks her harder— as if intent to get her to break and moan more. 

Padmé’s thoughts are consumed by the fact she had just met her friend’s boyfriend, and now his first impression and opinion of her would be sullied forever. She whimpered, and Anakin licked the inside of her ear, probing it with his tongue and nipping the earlobe. 

“The guys were right. You really are such a slut for me.” Anakin spits, “Can’t believe you’re letting me hit when you’re so mad at me. During the fight we’re in. It’s like you can’t stay away from me.” 

Padmé couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, nearing her finish as tears pricked the corners of her eyes once more because of Anakin’s tyranny. 

“What’s more? You’re gonna keep coming back. You’re gonna bat those big lashes at me, and show off those little tits in a crop top, and I’m gonna slut you out like I’m doing right now. Mé? You’re never getting rid of me.” That nickname. That stupid fucking nickname. The only person that calls her that, that thought to call her that, claiming it to be his favorite month of the year in some sort of endearing anecdote— Mé— is Anakin. 

His barbaric pace is finally paying off, choking back sobs as her orgasm rushes through her, shuddering her entire body, clenching down onto him so he can fuck an even tighter hole. 

“God— Mé,” his voice quivers, whining as he fucks her through her orgasm and holds onto her body so she can’t escape him and fall to the ground like her body wants to do. Fall limp. Strong arm pinning her in place as he uses her like a fucktoy to get himself off. She feels the familiar warmth as it spreads, his hips stuttering as he cums into his condom. 

They breathe together, her leaning onto the pole as he leans onto her with his hand over hers, remaining comfortably sheathed. 

His sweaty forehead rests against her shoulder, and speaks before she has time to process what just happened. 

“Want me to buy you a soft pretzel?” 

“Give me back my hat, Anakin.”

[stationary-cycle-in-motion]

@augusnippets day 5: concussion

tw: concussion, frostbite, vomiting, referenced physical abuse

It’s been a long time since Padmé’s been afraid of the dark, but the flicker of weak flames makes shadows dance across the wall, and she can’t help but think of monsters lurking in the dark. The cave feels even more claustrophobic now that she’s alone with nothing but her worry and an overactive imagination.

A rustle, like footprints in the snow, and Padmé tenses, reaches for a blaster that’s no longer clipped to her belt. She grits her teeth; she’s always hated feeling defenseless.

Two listing figures collapse into the safety of the cave, and Padmé nearly sobs with relief.

“Rex! Obi-Wan! Are you alright?”

Rex groans as he struggles to drag Obi-Wan’s limp figure deeper into the cave. “I’m fine, but the general’s most likely got a bad case of frostbite.”

“I don’t have–” Obi-Wan’s protest is cut short by a wet retching sound, and the floor of the cave is painted with the remains of the champagne and hors d’oeuvres from the ratification celebration.

Rex fixes Padmé with a longsuffering stare. It isn’t funny, but the morbid terror of losing Obi-Wan to frostbite in a tiny cave, so close yet so far from rescue, is so bizarre, laughter is the only outlet that makes sense. Before she knows it, the three of them are doubled over next to the fire, wheezing and bleeding tears.

As Obi-Wan’s laughter simmers to a chuckle, Padmé looks at him, really looks. His hair is a tousled mess, a thin layer of frost coats his singed robes and skin, there’s vomit all over his knees, and his fingertips are, in fact, blue. He looks a far cry from the composed Jedi Master he usually is, and it’s surreal to remember he’s only human, utterly vincible.

“The frostbite’s not bothering me much; I lost feeling in my limbs hours ago.” Obi-Wan holds his frozen hands up to the fire, scrunches his eyes shut. “It’s this blasted concussion that’s killing me.”

“You got a concussion? When?” Rex asks, concerned, and Padmé knows he’s panicking thinking he accidently gave it to him while he was dragging Obi-Wan through the snow.

“Oh, you know,” Obi-Wan replies absentmindedly. “Anakin just–”

Fear spikes. “Anakin gave it to you?” The bruise on her cheek throbs.

“Threw me into a wall,” Obi-Wan mumbles. “Rude. I can avoid blaster fire perfectly fine on my own, y’know.”

She forces herself to relax. Only an accident. Anakin wouldn’t mean to, he would never. Of course, that was what he’d said after he’d hit her–

A weight slumps onto Padmé’s shoulder, startling her out of her spiral. Obi-Wan turns his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Padmé and Rex exchange bemused looks. “Obi-Wan, are you okay?”

“Fire’s too bright.”

Right. Concussion.

Padmé drapes an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer and pointedly ignoring how the ice cold of his skin makes her shiver.

Sitting like this, curled into the safety of each other, it’s… easy. Easy in a way comforting Anakin has never been.

The thought shouldn’t disturb her as much as it does.

[eoin-mcgonigal]

tagged by @zaegreus a while ago 🩵

three ships: atm, my three ships are solittle, buck² and aerith/tifa from ffvii 🤍

first ship: ohhh, probably anakin/padmé !

last movie: ravenous (1999)

last song: blue skies by frank sinatra (this is for you, bucky!!!)

currently reading: i'm working my way through the ministry of time (2024) and masters of the air (2007), but i will need to finish the former first because i ended up buying the mota book, while tmot is a library book i need to return soon.

currently watching: alex and i are watching the rising (2022) with mcnulty together. he's so delicious in that show !

currently eating: nothing rn, but i wish i was eating hazelnut ice cream 😞

currently craving: for it to be 8pm so i can go and pick up the new kitty cat i'm adopting 🥺🥰

[giggles-and-freckles]

how about meeting at a party whilst drunk au with anakin and obiwan?? not ship tho please

from this prompt list

It’s so hot.

Which, given the amount he’s had to drink this evening, is no surprise. It’s a common joke between Obi-Wan’s friends that his complaining about the warm temperature of a room is the tell-tale signal that he’s crossed the threshold into drunkenness. 

He doesn’t feel drunk, though. Not entirely anyway.

Some fresh air is all he needs. 

It’s been several years now since those extended weekends here throughout his time at university. He’s passed out on just about every flat surface in the house. Everyone always coveted an invite to Padmé’s family's vacation home on Lake Naboo. Most uni students barely had a proper flat to call their own, while Padmé had a summer house. It was impossible to hold Padmé’s wealth against her, though. Not when she made everyone she met feel as if they were part of her own family.

Obi-Wan slips through the doors onto the large balcony that overlooks the lake.

“Oh,” he says, seeing he’s not alone. “I’m sorry. I —”

“S’fine,” the man says, waving him off. He’s holding a half-full flute of champagne and it sloshes to the rim as he gestures. “I’m…I’m just taking a break.”

Obi-Wan nods, and leans against the railing, placing a comfortable distance between himself and the stranger.

“I needed some fresh air,” he says.

The lake is frozen over, as it always is this time of year. Faint lines from morning skaters can be seen criss-crossing over the thick ice. Obi-Wan isn’t sure he even remembers how to skate anymore.

“I’m Anakin, by the way.”

Obi-Wan almost chokes. “You’re…”

The man gives a sideways grin. “Welcome to my lovely home.” The smallest of hiccups punctuates his quip.

“I…I shouldn’t be wandering around —”

Anakin waves him off again. “Please. I know you. You’re Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“I am,” he stammers. “I don’t think we’ve met…”

“Nope. But Padmé talks about you all the time.”

Guilt overwhelms Obi-Wan. “I was sorry to...to miss the wedding.”

Anakin shrugs, then takes a sip of his drink. “Padmé was pretty pissed.”

“Yes. I know.”

“Got married right here,” Anakin says, swinging his arms around to showcase the veranda. This time, his champagne does slosh over the rim of his glass.

“I saw pictures. It looked like a lovely ceremony.”

“Do you smoke?”

“Pardon?”

Anakin hiccups. “Neither do I.”

Obi-Wan must be drunker than he thought, because suddenly Anakin is the funniest person he’s ever met. He snorts in laughter, then uses the sleeve of his jumper to wipe at his nose.

“Y’know,” Anakin says, “Padmé always said we’d be good friends.” He looks over at Obi-Wan and cocks his head. “What d’you think?”

“I’ve been told I’m agreeable enough.”

It’s Anakin’s turn to laugh. He doesn’t hold back in the same way Obi-Wan does, instead throwing his head back and practically cackling to the sky. “I’m pretty sure I’m the most disagreeable person ever.”

“That can’t be true.”

“Sure it can.”

“Well—”

“See?” Anakin grins. 

“How did you and Padmé meet? I’m afraid I…” Obi-Wan clears his throat. “I’m afraid I lost touch for a bit.”

Anakin rolls his eyes and downs the rest of his champagne. “Yeah. I heard.” He shrugs his shoulders. “What can I say? Padmé likes younger men.”

Obi-Wan chuckles. “How lucky for you.”

“Damn right.” He looks around and frowns. “Do you mind if I sit down?”

“There’s a bench just — oh.” Anakin has plopped down into the settled snow. “Alright.” He finds himself sitting down on the ground, too. His trousers are sure to be drenched after this, but he’s too intoxicated to care.

“So why’d you come?”

“What?” Obi-Wan questions.

“Tonight. Padmé’s been trying to see you for years.”

“Oh. Well…” Where to even begin. It was never Padmé’s fault. What happened to Qui-Gon, it…it was complicated. And, now, looking back, he wishes he had done so many things differently. He’d been hurt and angry and confused and — it had been easy to shut everyone out and disappear.

“It was time,” Obi-Wan says simply.

“One AM, I think.”

“What?”

“Did you ask —” Anakin stops, then throws his head back in laughter again, this time slamming the back of his head against the railing. “Never mind,” he manages through his laughter.

Obi-Wan begins to laugh, too. “So why are you out here? Instead…of —”

“I hate people.”

Obi-Wan lifts his eyebrows in surprise. “All people?”

“Most of them. Except for Padmé. You seem okay, but I think you’d be more boring if you were less drunk.”

“If I was less drunk?” Obi-Wan cries in outrage. “I beg your pardon, but —”

“Hey look.” A smile splits across Anakin’s face. “It’s snowing.”

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@walkingthcwirc sent: « “No matter what we tell each other, there’s no reason to feel embarrassed.” Brojah Raan to Padmé Amidala

Darkness threatened to take over the light. Padmé wasn’t a Jedi, or connected to the Force like others were — well, according to Anakin they were all connected… but she could feel it. The change started to corrupt the galaxy, subtle, careful never to make ripples until recently. Like webs slowly building, extending, the main spider unknown. The assassination attempts had skyrocketed, spies were going missing, innocent people starting to disappear, more and more Jedi were sent out to investigate rumors about the Sith and Republic on different planets.

Padmé wished for simpler times, when everything was run by Democracy and harmony could be felt throughout the stars. When travel through space was only dangerous for different reasons. Though, she supposed, her life being sought to be claimed wasn’t too different from how it was back then, hiding having become second nature.

But to feel embarrassed, Padmé smiled gently at Brojah’s offer, single shoulder lifting thoughtfully as she stared out her wide, floor to ceiling bay window facing toward one of the many peaceful views Naboo had to offer. “I don’t think I’m capable of feeling embarrassed anymore regardless.” She’d cast that feeling away a long time ago, used to being composed and put together, void of personal emotions bleeding into the political.

Brojah, she presumed, was trying to encourage her to open up, rely on him in these darkening times as both a friend and confidant. And she did, more than she could possibly express… her and Anakin both. As a queen, a senator… Padmé worried if she did that doubt might start to creep into her heart after all, making her feel the same fear and unease her people felt. That she felt… like Anakin slipping through her fingers. She wanted to use these last remaining moments of peace to be happy, and share it with others. So her playfulness resurfaced, glancing back at Brojah. “I can’t help but wonder… are you testing the ice? Do you have a possible embarrassing something to share with me? Maybe it’ll help ease my overthinking.”