#like she loves Anakin she loves being his wife but she also loves her job she loves to help people

[querldyke]

The best thing about Alliances is seeing how Anakin and Padmé think about each other and how their romance is written in a way that doesn’t turn Padmé into a damsel

[coryosbaby]

2. 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: Inviting your incredibly nice and incredibly married family friend to your birthday party was not meant to be a way of seduction— or was it?

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 #2: Anakin sneaks into your room when everyone is asleep, finds your diary, fucks you, and then his wife asks your mother if she can stay the night.

𝓒𝔀: bimbo! Reader, infidelity, age gap (reader is twenty, Anakin is in his mid to late thirties), Anakin with nipple piercings— nsfw . daddy kink, pillow humping, doggy | | 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭: baby, little girl, kid, honey, kitten

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: This is part 2 of the Insatiable series ! (Click link for series masterlist)

With honeyed eyes and a smile, you can’t stop thinking about your next door neighbor.

You can’t help it! He’s so dreamy, with his big muscled arms, dark hair, and pretty face. And he wants you.

It’s ridiculous; you’re swooning, writing in your glittery pink journal with brushy strokes — Mrs. Skywalker , Mrs. Skywalker, Mrs. Skywalker.

And although it isn’t true— although another woman is taking that name instead of you— you know that this is who you’re meant to be, who you’re meant to love.

Not her.

It’s a hot summer night, a good three days since your last Anakin encounter, and you’ve opened your windows. Warm air streams in through your pink curtains, giving way to a breath of fresh air on your cheeks. Your tank top strap has fallen down, showing some of your collarbone and a bit of your cleavage. Your nipples poke through the fabric, pebbled and— if you’re being honest— you’re incredibly horny.

You can smell the scent of your favorite vanilla candle burning on your desk, but you wish you were smelling Ani instead.

And like clockwork, as if the gods themselves intend it, there he is.

You don’t see him at first— your hand is about to slip down the front of your pajama shorts instead of writing. But when you hear a clatter and a small murmur of “fuck,” from outside of your window you immediately know who it is.

He’s dressed in a black button up and jeans with a cross necklace. Clearly he hasn’t been sleeping even though it’s three in the morning, though you suspect it’s because he’s waited up for you. He grins at you as you take sight of him. His shirt is unbuttoned, leaving little to the imagination. You’ve never noticed it before, given you hadn’t taken his shirt off that first time he fucked you, but his nipples are pierced. Metal barbels sit through them and his chest glistens with a hint of sweat.

Oh, Jesus, you’re swooning.

“Doing that without me?” He teases, grinning. His arms lean against the top of your window.

Excitedly, you get up and run to him as he slips into your room. Your arms wrap around him, and you press your face into his chest. He smells like sweat, cologne, and a hint of alcohol— that must be why he’s become so brave, sneaking into your room like this. You don’t mind. He pulls you to him, and without warning he picks you up and swings you around. You squeal, holding onto his neck as he brings you to your bed and lays you down on it.

“What’s got you so happy?” You ask him. One of his hands grabs your hip while the other comes up to your neck. Your fingers stroke his messy tendrils of hair out of his face. He grins.

“Gettin’ to see you..” he teasingly brings one of your fingers into his mouth, nibbling lightly on your knuckles. “Also, I got a raise.”

You know working as a contractor is no easy job, especially with today’s day and age where money is hard to come by. So the announcement of that has you extremely excited for him.

“That’s fantastic, Ani!” You praise him. You kiss the tip of his nose, and biting your lip as you remember the wetness seeping through your panties, your eyes come down to his chest.

“Didn’t know you had those,” you murmur. Your fingers come down to flick at one of the nipple rings. Anakin sucks in a breath of air, his eyes following your hands on him. “Did they hurt?”

“Like a bitch…” he lets out a tiny sound in the back his throat when you move the barbells side to side and play with them, the stimulation making his cock kick. “Worth it, though. Got em’ a few years ago.”

“Oh yeah? Trying to fit in with the cool kids, old man?”

He snorts, a small smile playing on his lips. “Old man. I’m only fifteen years older than you, little girl.”

“A whole teenager when I was born.” You sigh.

Anakin’s face drops for a moment, curiosity and hint of worry etching across his features.

“Does that bother you?” He questions.

“If it did, I wouldn’t fuck you.” You reply nonchalantly. There’s a playful glint in your eye as you look down at his bulging crotch. “Speaking of…”

You palm him, and he groans lowly.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Speaking of..”

His knee falls in between your legs, grinding up against the spot that you want him most. “Came to see you, but also came to see this little pussy.”

You whine, rolling your hips up against his touch. His fingers reach between your legs, pulling another mewl out of you as he flicks your clit with his thumb. Anakin coos, mockingly pouting.

“Does it hurt when daddy isn’t touching you, baby?“ You nod your head, and it has Anakin grinning ear to ear. “Thought so. Missed this, honey… missed you purrin’ like a little kitten for me.”

He lifts himself up onto his knees, pulling your legs towards him so your thighs are wrapped around his waist. He lifts your shirt up to your ribs, beginning to leave small kisses as he slips his shirt off of his shoulders. He bites down into your belly, leaving a hint of teeth marks there. All while you’re mewling the whole time— your hands are in his hair, pussy clenching. His arm hits something, mid kiss— what could it be? Pulling away, he takes sight of your journal. Closed, with sparkly pink glitter all over it and your name written in jumbled letters on the front. His curiosity peaks, and he picks it up with raised eyebrows.

“Is this your diary?” He asks, amused. You blush, trying to reach up and grab the book away from him. But he just tsks, and holds your arm down with his much stronger one.

“Wonder what you’ve written in here, baby.”

“No! Don’t do that!” You struggle against him, but to no avail. “Ani, c’mon…”

He flips through the pages with one hand, opening it mid air. And there, in between the pages, falls out a small square photo. Anakin’s Facebook profile picture— him, with his wife. Except his wife isn’t in the photo because you had cut her face out of it.

Anakin should be a little freaked out. Especially since when he continues to flip through the pages, he sees the entry where you had wrote Mrs Skywalker— and Anakin’s name. Just his name, over and over. But he isn’t. Quite the contrary, he gives you another one of his toothy grins and lets out a laugh.

“Jesus, kid. You’re a little stalker, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m not!” You squirm, and he loosens his grip on you. You scramble to put the photo back in between the pages and shut the book abruptly. You hastily move away from Anakin and off the bed to put it into the pink safe in your closet where it belongs. Anakin trails behind you. Quick to forget the pain in your knees as you sit on them and close the lid, you begin to lock up the safe.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” you mutter. You lean forward and nervously fumble through your hair as your hands rest on the lid. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I think it’s cute,” Anakin replies wholeheartedly. But then, his voice has a dangerous lilt to it, as his fingers make their way to the locks of your hair. He grips it tightly, pulling it back so your head lifts to look up at him. He bends down, just enough so he can graze his lips against your ear. “Sweet, even.. you like me a lot. Don’t you, kitten?”

Flushed, you nod your head. He lets go of your hair, and your head drops back to its regular position. You let out a tiny whimper. As you stand up, Anakin watches your tits bounce through your tank top with a hungry stare. His mouth is on yours, then. Hot and heavy, licking into your mouth and shooting white hot heat up the expanse of your spine. It’s so sudden— your knees practically buckle. You love the way he kisses you. Hungry, aching, hot. His arms envelope your body into his much wider one, and he begins to guide you back towards your ruffled pink sheets. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and you tumble down onto them with Anakin’s fit body straddling your legs. His big hands fist the hem of your tank top and pull it up over your chest so he can get a taste of your sweet, plump tits. He grab your wrists and pins them above your head as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Ani..” you moan, watching the way his lashes flutter and he desperately laps at your pebbled bud. He hums, but when you let out a particularly loud whine, he’s putting his hand over your mouth and pulling away.

“Be quiet,” he says. “Don’t wake them up, or you’re in big trouble.”

You nod, obedient, but instead of diving back into your chest, Anakin’s eyes fixate on your pillow wrapped in silky pink satin. He grabs it, positions it on the bed, and lifts your body up. He slides your shorts down your legs, exposing your wet, clenching cunt. He positions the pillow underneath you.

“Hump it, baby. If you’re good, I’ll fuck you nice and hard. How’s that sound?”

You nod, heat creeping up your neck at the thought of Anakin watching you in such a way. Your pussy lips hit the pillow, and you lean onto your hands to gather friction. You move your hips back and forth, and oh, the silk on your sweet cunt makes you drenched. The way it catches just right on your puffy little clit, your pussy beginning to quiver as it gets the stimulation it so desperately needed. Anakin watches, on his knees, and you look back behind you to see him stroking himself. He’s standing in front of the bed, your ass facing him on the edge. He’s got his thick cock out in his hand, his eyes fixated on the fat of your ass and your pussy peeking out from between your legs. The sight only makes you fuck yourself harder.

It isn’t long, with Ani’s depraved little phrases, watching his precum drip down his fist, that you can feel yourself getting close. You desperately hump the pillow with everything you have, little whimpers of, “daddy, daddy, I want it” spilling from your angelic lips. Anakin grunts as he watches you fall apart, your cum coating the pillow in white, gooey strands. Your body relaxes lazily against it, and you can feel Anakin’s cock prodding at your entrance. Your legs shake, the overstimulation making your head spin.

“Ani..” you say, and that’s all it takes for him to slide himself inside of your tight heat. He groans, low and heavy, as he feels your cunt for a second time. Your body still rests on the pillow, and he looks down to watch the little wet patch under it growing evermore prominent. Your cunt is practically dripping on his cock.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes out, his hands grabbing the flesh of your ass. He lands a teasing little smack to one cheek, making you clench and bury your face into the sheets below you. “Aww, look at you. Daddy’s perfect little cocksleeve..”

“All for you,” you moan out, as he begins to thrust inside of you. “This pussy is all yours, daddy.”

And he wants to reply to you. He wants to agree, say that he’s all yours, too. But the both of you know that it isn’t true, that he will never fully be yours. Not if he’s married to her.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head. Not now. Not when he has you all spread out on his aching dick, not when your plump ass is bouncing back against his hips. No, he’s going to savor this. He’s going to spread open all of your holes by the time the night is done.

—

And when he’s done that, after hours of fucking (love making, is what the both of you secretly whisper to each other. Not fucking, not screwing. Just making love), he lays there with you. There is no sense in leaving. Padme has definitely noticed by now, that he’s out and he’s not coming back for the rest of the night. He holds you to him with his big arms and he whispers little stories to you about his life. You tell him about school, about your passions and your dreams. Things you’ve told him a million times before, but things that Anakin doesn’t mind hearing more than once. His fingers draw teasing circles into your naked back, and your eyes almost flutter shut.

Almost.

The sound of loud knocking on the door makes them shoot open. You hear your mother padding downstairs, and you and Anakin look at each other completely frozen.

Padme.

It’s her voice, ringing out through the house, talking to your mother with a cry in her voice.

“He’s doing it again! He’s cheating on me, cheating on me with some skank, he hasn’t come home…”

Your eyes widen, heat creeping up your neck. She’s talking about you. She doesn’t know that, but still. She knows what Anakin is up to, she knows that he’s seeing another woman. Even as hypocritical as she is, being a cheater herself, you fear getting caught.

You want to cry.

Your bottom lip wobbles, crystalline tears threatening to spill, but right before they can you hear footsteps coming up to your room. Your eyes widen, and without even thinking twice you direct Anakin towards the bathroom interconnected into your room. You close the door on him, and gather up the courage to answer whoever is on the other side as you hastily throw your clothes back on and hide your cum stained pillow.

You look at yourself in the mirror, fucked out and hair messy, but you can just say you were asleep.

Your hand on the doorknob, you let out a breath of air as you open it.

It’s her. She’s covered in rain, and she’s crying.

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” she says to you. You try not to gape like a fish. “Your mom said you had an extra blanket in here. I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom, and the comforter isn’t washed yet.”

You gulp, your heart beating out of your chest, but you manage a smile.

“Yeah. Sure, Padme. Wait there.”

You leave the door open merely a crack, and you move to grab the extra blanket sitting in a basket in the farthest corner of the room. You open the door back up and lend it to her. She says thank you, and wanders down the hall.

You close the door with an ache plaguing your chest.

[grumfield]

yearning for the day that we will be able to mock padmes everything in the same way we do the rest of the prequel characters. let women suuuuck. ppl say they support women’s wrongs and then they can’t conceive of female characters actually doubt anything wrong and being a bit of a tiktok girlie tradwife influencer. it’s why you are the truest padme truther up in this bitch ty for your service.

DUDE LITERALLY!!!!! i literally love her so much because she sucks!!! she's literally the sort of girl i would hate in real life!! stepford tradwife with jakey boyfriend for real!! literally people prefer to girlbossify her to make her a Strong Female Character who's secretly interesting because they want star wars to be something it isn't. when really it is what it is. and that is a story that features a sort of flat female character whose entire existence revolves around a man and then she is fridged and either you fuck with that or get out of the kitchen because she is making her annoying husband a sandwich in said kitchen whether you like it or not. like she's stupid she's delusional she doesn't give a fuck about red flags she tries to Stop This Isn't You a guy who killed a bunch of children she was a mediocre politician she wanted to give up her job to be a housewife and mom for a guy who pitched her dictatorships on the second date!!! like i'm sorry she would not be pegging that man (to me) she is so basic tradwife

like also to me the whole point of the prequels is that everyone who's a major player (not Palpatine) is kind of defined by their love for Anakin, and their arcs are inextricable from this. And for some reason people can accept this with being the case with Obi-Wan but CANNOT ACCEPT THIS WITH PADME AND I'M JUST LIKE?? DUDE. ACCEPT THAT GEORGE WROTE HER TO JUST BE HIS WIFE!!! THERE IS NOTHING MORE EVERYTHING ELSE IS TERTIARY TO HER ROLE AS HIS WIFE!!! STOP TRYING TO MAKE HER DIFFERENT THAN WHAT SHE IS!! SHE IS A HOUSEWIFE WHO HAPPENED TO BE A SENATOR AND SHE GOES STOPS THIS ISN'T YOU TO ANAKIN SKYWALKER CHILDKILLER AND IS ANNOYING!!!

[dealingdreams]

The Acolyte s01e08: The Acolyte

*sobs* didn't want the rewatch to end but here we goooo. Same as before, I'll condense all my thoughts then do some final general thoughts at the end

Spoilers obvi

In the moment thoughts:

Even the recap is like...they are a couple putting that anger fear desire voice over over Qimir touching Osha's arm all soft like

He looks so worried!!! Like immediately runs to her. Immediately concerned. He's so scared but so strong to actually be able to pull his helmet off her

Also the red saber light in her eyes is just damn

They spend a lot of time following each other around

Also their lil bit of banter is adorable

Sol is in fully unhinged mode and honestly...kinda hot. he looks all disheveled

Bazel was protecting Pip that's my theory at east for why he pulled those wires

"When you're looking up to heroes you don't have to face what is right in front of you" DAMN

The way he asks 'would you ever consider?' is so fucking adorable

'last chance' he says you know...like a liar

Plagie being a creeper

Osha shutting off his coms and his facial expression kills me.

Look at them in their matching outfits

Why you have to say 'are you sure' like that...that was so sexy. Also him like just vanishing still gets me

'thank you for leading me to her. We make a great team' so snarky...the double meaning of this also

I love this fight between Qimir and Sol tho so much. I love that like flying moment. They both are so cool

Amandla did such a brilliant job in this scene with Osha and Mae.

Osha's scream was so cathartic and Mae's face of surprise was just so good

I feel like Qimir had a few openings to kill Sol

Also I love that he took his helmet off to face Sol like..if you are gonna kill me you have to look me in the face

Osha's voice breaking when she asks 'is they true' hurts me

This scene hurts my heart

The shot of the kyber bleeding is a fav

The difference in reaction between Mae and Qimir to Osha killing Sol is so interesting to me. Mae looks proud but Qimir looks...not sure if sad is the word but he for sure isn't celebrating. I think he really gets what this cost for her

He looked genuinely scared when he felt Vern's presence

Osha looking for Qimir and looking all disappointed when he's not there

I think it's really interesting he didn't attack Vern either when she was alone (he left to go get his wife)

What do you want, Osha? And she TURNS TO QIMIR!!!!!! Still wrecks me truly

Him handing her the saber with the dangerous bit facing him is sexy

I also love that he waits to take Mae's memories till Mae gives him the go ahead.

Sol reminds me so much of Anakin.

Him only stepping closer after a bit of non verbal communication 😍😍😍

Also his slutty thumb

General thoughts:

Fucking love this episode

The fact that Qimir went into that fight with Sol knowing that he wasn't going to be the one to defeat him is so interesting to me. like was he just toying with Sol? Was he wanting to make it a little easier for Mae? Did he wasn't to just buy time? Like what was going thru your brain baby???

A Lightsaber also presents life. That's a big reason why Qimir and Osha holding the saber together is such a big deal. Their life is now tied together. They are married I swear. Had a hand tying ceremony. Mae gave her sister away lol

10/10 episode

[jedimasterbailey]

Heyyy babe 😘 for the Choose Violence ask game: 1, 2, 9, 15, 16, 17

YESSSSSS I GET TO CHOOSE VIOLENCE TODAY 😁 Thanks dearest 💚💙

Link to original Star Wars Violence Questions linked below!

1.) Give me a compelling argument for why your fav would never top or bottom.

Luminara Unduli would never be a bottom because she definitely that bitch who is ALWAYS in charge. With all the bullshit she has to put up with in both the canon and in the fanon, that woman would have all the pent up feeling to go on all night or go full blown domantrix on whoever that lucky bottom would be (I would personally volunteer my services). No matter where she is and what she’s doing, Luminara gets shit done and that is that. Via osmosis, Barriss Offee is most likely a top too since her mother has taught her how to be a bad bitch like her 💙💚

2.) What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

Grogu. Like he’s literally just a baby but my God judging from all the mass excessive merchandising you would think that at one point in time Grogu was the only Star Wars character that existed and that’s not necessarily his fault by the annoying group of people who literally only watched Mando just for Grogu and Grogu only. There are so many people out there who will never watch a Star Wars movie or anything else that isn’t Mando just because Grogu isn’t in it and again it’s insane because again he’s just a literal baby. If the show was exclusively about him, it would have been a boring show. If I wanted to look at something cute, I can just go look at puppies or some shit. I don’t need to watch a show for that.

9.) You’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

I honestly don’t have an answer for this sorry 🤣

15.) Opinion of Anakin’s characterization (I.e the broification of Anakin Skywalker).

This is a very loaded question because I don’t really swing either way with this topic (as in I don’t love or hate it). Like on the one hand, I like how in the CW show they made Anakin more with it and mature when the situation calls for it which makes sense considering he has Ahsoka to consider and he has to be a good role model for her. I also appreciate how in the show Anakin isn’t just bitching about Obi-Wan or obsessing over Padme all the time or being pissy with his other Jedi colleagues. I love seeing Anakin actually being a model Jedi and actually showing that he truly does love and respect Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, etc. However Anakin is seen as more sensitive in the movies and doesn’t always respond with such rage all the time like he does in CW show. Like bro Anakin’s anger goes from 0-1,000 in seconds to the point where he’s just destroying gadgets, kicking Clovis ass, etc. So in short, in some ways I personally think they did a good job expanding on Anakin’s character in the CW however there is no denying there is a huge distinction between Matt Lanter Anakin and Hayden Anakin. They most likely went the bro route because toxic masculinity is in.

16.) Best written female character in Star Wars.

Leia hands down. Her character is one of the very few Star Wars characters that is consistent and true in every single project we see with her in it. And like I’ve never met a Leia hater in my whole life and if I did I would question that person’s character because Leia is a badass that holds everything together when no one else will or when people leave her. She honestly deserves her own show.

17.) What event is Anakin’s point of no return in his fall to the Dark Side?

Shmi’s death. Had that never happened Anakin probably would not have taken those visions of Padme dying in childbirth or Palpatine’s bullshit stories seriously. It was only because Anakin lost his mother that he was insistent on keeping his wife and children safe at all costs because he did not want to endure that kind of pain ever again.

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[ladystoneboobs]

got prequels on the brain lately, and i think i can explain padme in rots, even if it might not be exactly what lucas was thinking of. see, it's not just that she loves her husband and wants to believe there must be still be some good in him, it's also that she is now not just anakin's wife, but the mother of his child(ren) too. like, literally about to pop right as obi-wan/yoda have decided anakin needs to be killed. she doesn't feel she can stay on coruscant anymore as a senator under the emperor's reign, she was already doubting doing that job as a working mom. then she learns the jedi have all been deemed traitors and their order outlawed, while she's carrying offspring very likely to be highly force sensitive since the force itself is pretty much the paternal grandfather there. so, she herself is a potential political target as someone who opposed palpatine's war efforts from the beginning in a more public way than bail organa or mon mothma, and her child(ren) would also be targeted just for existing as potential jedi before ever really using the force against the empire. being a single mom to outlawed and untrained but very powerful l'il jedi while the both of you are being targeted and hunted down on the run/in exile without the skills really needed to protect any jedi child, that's just a no-go. her only anti-palps and anti-anakin alternatives would have to include never being a mother after giving birth, whether going into exile alone somewhere or wearing a mask and playing the long game like bail organa. (even if he still adopted leia as in otl, how much time could she really spend with her without drawing more suspicion from palps? how painful would it be to watch someone else raise your child while possibly never even knowing if your other child is ok?) in that sense, knowing how wanted that unplanned pregnancy was, is it any wonder that she chose to make a last attempt to save their family instead? to run away with her husband, who happened to be the only man strong and powerful enough to protect them all from the empire, the only man she could trust and wanted to trust, with the safety of their whole unsplit secret little family. so it is only after he refuses to run away with her, when he insists that he's only interested in using his new dark powers to protect her, and when he reveals that his only idea of defying palpatine is to replace him, making padme into a new dark empress, a dictator rather than the public servant she once thought she could be, only then that she starts feeling he may just be lost to her after all. but when you've gone so far together already, brushing off his first massacre, marrying him mere days later, and then truly tying yourself to him permanently through pregnancy, it's really too late to ever go back to your ol' "normal" life either.

[the-obiwan-for-me]

SSTW ask, yet again:

I’m not sure if you’ve thought this far ahead, but hypothetically, when Obi-Wan and Satine die/retire, which of their kids will succeed them? I’m not so sure Anakin would given that he’s never really been the ruler type and he’s already pretty distant from the rest of Mandalore in MTB, content with his family and political duties, so that leaves either Korkie, Lily, or Avi. Or maybe it is Anakin idk, but anyway I’d love to hear your thoughts on this.

Ha! I have thought about it (or it has been a common topic of discussion on the Obitine discord).

It's Avi.

She (and her Bo'ket cousins) are fully formed people in my head, so it's easy for me (and those I have discussed her ad naseam with) to see why this works, but she is so perfectly suited for the job.

Because you're right- this isn't the job for Anakin and his allegiance is spread between his family on Mandalore and his wife and her family and culture on Naboo. It would be weird and possibly considered problematic for him to be the leader.

Korkie thought he'd want it early on in adulthood, but has settled in his role as senator. He likes being able not only to speak up from Mandalore on a galactic level, but also for the greater galaxy (I think his commitment to getting the clones citizenship and proper pensions helped him come to this).

And Lily.....well, that's just not Lily's style.

Avi, however, seems like she was made for the role. She has her mother's passion with her father's measured calmness. She is smart, kind, and practical. And, unlike her siblings, she is raised more as an only child, getting to spend more time observing and witnessing her parents at work then her siblings ever got.

She's also more suited for protecting her mother's peace. She would not have been a good first pacifist leader. She doesn't have the fight her mother has, but she does have the tenacity. She can protect and grow the peace her mother, her parents, built.

[inquisitor-apologist]

Star wars: 3, 5, 7, 10, 12 ♥️

3. which character are you actually most like?

Probably Sabine Wren—I’m a punk teenager who loves to die my hair, and I have a lot of combat experience. (7 years of karate) I love painting, and I’m trying to be more active in fighting against the empire I live in (usa). Perhaps one day I will be able to blow up fascists with homemade bombs…

5. what planet would you most like to visit? 

Considering I literally named myself after it, I kind of have to go with Korriban, don’t I? Cool, ancient planet full of giant statues, evil holocrons, and malevolent ghosts, what’s not to love? Honestly tlt it’d be worth it just to see the giant statues.

7. who do you hope you never meet?

Grogu. Little dude is exactly football-sized and I don’t think I could resist the urge to drop-kick him. I would feel terrible about it afterwards, but I don’t think I would be strong enough to stop myself.

10. do you think the jedi were right or wrong?

This one’s pretty obvious if you look at my blog, and, well, imo, if you look at the movies. The Jedi are, as presented by Lucas, unequivocally the good guys. The core dichotomy of Star Wars is the Dark side and the Light, (or, in the OT, the Dark side and the Force) compassion versus selfishness, and the Jedi were the compassionate guys, the ones who used the force to better themselves and help others. Their philosophy on non attachment is heavily based on Buddhism—George Lucas actually converted to Buddhism and described himself as a Methodist-Buddhist—so I think it’s fair to say that it was intended to be a positive, healthy way to live. (Please, Star Wars fandom, I am begging you to look up what attachment means in Star Wars, it’s different than what attachment means to USAmericans) Also, the ‘no romantic relationships’ thing makes a lot of sense when you realize the Jedi are monks first and foremost, and monks that have super dangerous government jobs. I know it’s annoying for shipping, but it does make sense with the worldbuilding.

The tragedy of the prequels was that Anakin, in his selfishness and greed, betrayed the Jedi and allowed the rise of the Empire. That doesn’t work if the Jedi are the bad guys, then it’s a completely different story. So, yeah, the Jedi were absolutely right.

12. do you care who rey’s parents are?

Ok, so since this ask game was posted when the sequels were still coming out and my opinion has changed a lot since 2019, I’ll answer this two different ways: how I felt then, and how I feel now.

When the sequels were coming out: No. I was pretty young back then, and not fully into Star Wars yet, and I basically took what the movies said at face value. Oh, they abandoned her? That’s sad, guess we won’t see them. Oh, they were junk traders that sold her? That sucks, I bet Rey feels really bad about that. Oh, she’s a Palpatine? That’s cool, I wasn’t expecting that. I watched a lot of those theory videos talking about how she could totally be a Skywalker or a Kenobi or a Solo, but I never really had a strong opinion on it. My reaction to her being Palpatine’s granddaughter was mostly ‘huh, how would that work? I don’t think he had a wife?’ I get now that it was a big question that everyone wanted the answer to, but I was too young to care.

Now: Yeah, actually, and I really like the idea of her being a Palpatine. I think it was a really good idea, and had they actually planned the story around it, it would’ve worked really well. Like, if she was established as a Palpatine in tfa, it would’ve added a lot to her character. Why is she so desperate to stay on Jakku? Because she’s hiding from the First Order. It would have also explained Snoke and Kylo Ren’s interest in her—as Palpatine’s heir, they would’ve really wanted to get her on their side. I really like the idea of her being a Palpatine, but the execution was so awful, just like most of the sequels.

Thanks for the ask! These were really fun to do

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

I just found your diner AU? (Sorry not sure what it's called) but it's amazing. I'm invested in stressed out student Hux and grumpy line cook Ren/Ben. Please tell me is Rey is the owner who inherited the diner from Luke or Leia, are finn and poe general managers, what's phasma's roll? Is Rose their maintenance or HR person? And is there more to read? Thanks.

(The fic tag on my blog for this is Hands off Hands out, because that's what we say when we finish an order, and then when we need servers to get it out of the window. Hands off we don't say much, but it can be helpful, but Hands out is probably said seventy times an hour at lunch, because something about lunch makes servers lazy about running food, especially when no one is on window and Expo is trying to do both jobs)

HELLO I NOW WISH IT HAD BEEN A DINER

i have worked in a lot of restaurants but the first one was called broadway diner in Missouri where I went to school, dropped out, and turned to the food service industry so i didn't have to move back home. It had seven booths and a ten seat counter and I was a sassy waitress it was great. During a hippie film festival one year I rented a sailor costume from a local shop and we had a special small menu and it WAS the peak of my serving career I was so cute. I have the diner acumen I could have done this gdi

BUT, this is definitely a steak house based off the one I work at now. We have an open kitchen, because the restaurant was founded when those were cool, and the whole thing is build around a wood fire grill at one end that honestly? It's so hot but does cook a very cool burger and we get to keep a shopping cart full of wood that we 100% stole from a walmart around. (It used to be a costco cart but those are too big, it was taking up to much space. I have never asked how we got the walmart cart here, as the nearest walmart is a mile away, while we're right next to a costco)

Our line is one section, and then theres a dividing wall, and right behind it is the prep area, or true back of house, as it were. there are technically two kitchen doors, but I've deciding that clarifying which one their going through at any time would be more confusing than just trusting the reader to go with me on this journey. The dish pit is off one, as is the server alley, and the management office and back door is off of the other. The only cues will be context or something

BUT, time for the actually back story. Leia Organa is the anakin, an anthony bourdain-esque figure who was not great to his wife and died of an overdose because the industry is rife with substance problems. this likely wont be covered in the fic, but it's fun backstory. She, having learned to love the industry but also learning from her father's mistakes, started opening restaurants and not doing drugs, and she eventually hired Han Solo as a manager. They fell in love, but she's a professional, so she sold the restaurant to someone to open another, and they started dating. Eventually, they got married and opened some unnamed restaurant. They sold that, and opened this restaurant, and everything was going great. Ben is conceived and grows up in this restaurant, and also comes to love food. Then a recession hits, and business is bad. Han and Leia start fighting, argue about management and other things, eventually they divorce. Han buys out Leia's half of the restaurant, she starts doing her own thing with those funds.

Right around this time, Ben is trying to break into the industry, and he doesn't want to work for his dad, so he starts working at the restaurant that his uncle Luke manages. Doesn't own, because he thinks owning a restaurant is a seperation from truly being in it, or something dumb. This Does Not Go Well. He leaves and works a shitty, back breaking minimum wage job at a NOMA-esque restaurant run by snoke. Maybe he develops a coke habit, but there's definitely a drinking problem, because he's working fuckin 70 hour weeks and barely has enough energy to breathe let alone take care of himself. He absolutely burns out, walks out during a shift and never goes back.

After a month of moping, he comes to work at the millenium falcon, the restaurant our story takes place in. It used to be called something else, but Leia kept the naming rights to the previous restaurant, so there was a rebrand. It wasn't a petty thing, the name was incredibly sentimental to her, but idk enough about star wars to make up that name. I'm open to suggestions

Which Brings us to your actual question, which I 100% have an answer to, because I've assigned most of the main characters their staff positions.

Hux, obviously, is lead host. I doubt he has a key to the restaurant, but he's the guy who makes sure all of the servers are doing their side work and organizes the alley. In return for this work, he makes $4/hour instead of the state minimum $2.13, which isn't much but is something, and since he's 100% not claiming his cash tips, it doesn't affect him too much, come tax season.

Ben is a key holder, and mainly manages so that his dad can have some time to hang out and not be in the restaurant. You can love a place and still get tired of being there.

Han is the owner-operator. If something goes wrong, ultimately, the fault runs up to him. He hates this, wishes it was still Leia's problem, but understands her decisions. (They still talk, she comes in every once in a while. It's a cordial relationship.)

Rey is the Front of House Manager. This means a couple of things. 1) she does the ordering for things like liquor and bar cordials, and probably also glassware and flatware. She decides how sections are set out, what reservations windows look like, and which POS they're going to use. (Han doesn't care as long as it uses paper tickets. Big order screens kind of ruin the open kitchen look.) She's also the person who tries to calm a table down when their food is taking too long or someone gets too drunk, and she's Very Good At It.

Mitaka is Lead Host. If you make a reservation, you're likely talking to him. I haven't decided if the restaurant will have bussers, yet, because we don't, and if not, Mitaka will also help clear and clean tables to create a faster turnover rate.

The Knights of Ren all work various positions on the line. They exist as periphery characters because a restaurant this size needs a lot of people to function. They'll all get nicknames because they have silly star wars names and I can't handle them, honestly.

Poe is a bartender. Look that man in the eyes and tell me he's not a bartender. You can't, because he is.

Finn is a tough one for me. Right now, he's a server, because it was plot convenient for me. Originally, I had him doing togo orders, because togo is the bridge between FOH and BOH like he is between the first order and the resistance, and it made sense for me. He may end up serving as both, because we have a few people that do that.

Rose is another character that mainly exists in the background? I don't know much about her so I just have her as a server, and she may end up developing an importance but as of now, she's just rolling silverware and taking orders in the miasma of this story.

Phasma, my sweet, lovely, wonderfully tall queen, is a pantry cook. They do salads, fry, and dessert and are often one person doing the job of two. I'm a pantry cook, I'm putting a lot of love into her, because I fuckin love pantry, as I am a mad woman.

(If you were wondering Ben is competent at all of the stations but he mainly works expo or grill. Han can do all of them, but he prefers dish, because when you're on the line all the time being a dishie for a day is a fuckin vacation. It's a day where no one is yelling at you unless they need plates and everything can be solved pretty easily. my first BOH job was a dishie job at a dennys I have a soft spot for it.)

Realistically, I need a few more people to fill out the actual story, and I may just straight up borrow my coworkers bc we have some wild people.

And I'm not kidding when I say most of the major plot points are things that truly happened at my restaurant. It's been a great source of inspiration.

Also please let me know if any of my terms aren't common knowledge and need to be explained? Like I don't expect people to know a santoku by name but beyond that I'm really trying to feel out what the general knowledge base for restaurants in the regular world is. not even in a pretenious way but in like a "why would regular people need to know what a cambro is, and that while yes, cambro is a brand name, when used as a improper noun, refers to a 22 or 12 quart container like this

[starbeltconstellation]

Rewrite the Stars

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Modern Girl! OC

Warning: It gets a little spicy eventually, but not actually into smut, so be forewarned.

Summary:

"HOW CAN YOU WIN THE GAME IF YOU NEVER MAKE A MOVE?"

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What would you do, if you were given a chance to save millions of lives throughout a galaxy?

Would you do it? Could you even do it? Is such a feat even possible?

Or would you crumble and choke under the pressure?

Melanie Bains is about to find out, as she is sent to a galaxy FAR, FAR AWAY...

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Extended Summary:

Melanie Bains's life was far from extraordinary.

It was the epitome of average. She was one of the many millions of Americans throughout the country with an average paying job and an average pipe dream of being able to one day have a job doing what she loved.

Melanie was not really happy, but she was at least content with this. An average life truly wasn't that bad, all things considering.

But suddenly, life comes crashing down around her, and Melanie's mother is diagnosed with stage four lung cancer.

It is extraordinarily cruel of life and also predictably average of it as well, considering her mother will never be able to afford treatment.

All at once, Melanie is quitting her low paying paper pushing job and getting another at one of the only places near where she lives in California where she'll be able to make at least a fraction of what is needed to take care of her mother.

Months fly by, and suddenly it's two years later and Melanie has just enough money saved up for one round of chemotherapy for her mother.

The day before the chemotherapy is to begin, Melanie stops to buy a get well present for her mother at a strange little shop on the corner near the hospital.

This is where Melanie's life will become even more extraordinary than ever before.

˚・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.｡˚

A/N:

So... hi. None of you probably know me, because I've barely posted before and I'm such an introvert. Anyways, this is my first Star Wars story. I'm open to constructive criticism, but just not insults if at all possible. The one thing I will say about this story is that it will be long. This is basically me wanting to do a fix-it fic, I suppose, so I'll be going through all the movies and the clone wars tv show. I might not go through every episode though. I'm going to try and only focus on the ones that will be the most relevant to the story and my oc's journey. We'll see.

Also, just a fair warning, this will be the SLOWEST slow burn to ever burn. I am not kidding.

In this fic, Anakin IS married to Padmé.

Gasp! But, Author! Then how will our lovely pairing come to fruition? Is the oc a home wrecker?

Nope. None of the sort. In fact, the oc could not care less about Anakin at the beginning, and neither could he. Their relationship will be a slow build as Melanie will try her best to help Anakin deal with the darkness she knows he carries before he loses his shit and 'ruins everything', in her words.

Padmé and Anakin's relationship will deteriorate on its own off to the side, while the oc is oblivious, off running around like crazy trying to keep people from dying, and Anakin slowly panics internally as he seems to slowly start losing control of his heart around the oc, because damnit this is not happening to him, he has a karking wife—kriff—kriff—

You get the idea.

While Padmé's and Anakin's relationship can be considered romantic, George Lucas wasn't exaggerating when he viewed them like a fairytale. With fairytale romances, you don't have to think about it too hard. Two people meet, they fall in love—BAM!—then married and happily ever after even though you've only known them for a week.

And there's nothing wrong with their relationship being more fairytale-like than like real life. This is literally a world of people who carry around high powered plasma light sticks and who have magic force powers. The whole thing literally is meant to be some kind of fairytale.

For me though, in this story, I'm going to try and explore and try and constructively criticize the nature of that relationship when viewed through the lens of real life. If you enjoy the ship, just know that I'm going to not bash it or Padmé. That would be lazy writing to me. Instead, I'm going to try and have the relationship come to a natural end, showing both parties that it never could have worked out. Only then will the Anakin x oc romance start.

Seriously, it'll be a while before anything happens with my main man Anakin. But if you stick around to wait for it, I think you'll find it worth it.

I'm excited for this story, because I've always loved Star Wars. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it!

[weixuldo]

Never Forgotten// ch 6

Vader x F!Reader

(a/n: ngl idk how long this story will end up being but i hope u all continue to read !! also idk what other things to write about so you can submit requests if u want!!)

you and vader separately explore your feelings for eachother

Warnings: cursing, medical descriptions

Wc: 2591

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About a week had passed since you first saw Vader out of the suit. Since then you had continued to apply different creams and salves to his skin and monitored his blaster wounds. The two of you spoke more often when you were in the med bay, but outside you remained formal. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Anakin, Vader, whoever, you were drawn to every version of him. You knew it was wrong, after all you were just another worker bee to the empire and he was a crucial player, but you couldn’t help but feel let down when he would barely speak to you outside of the bay. 

Even alone in your room you couldn't get him out of your mind. In his suit he was  domineering with his deep modulated voice. Such authority, he demanded an audience wherever he went. And his body in the suit. So tall and dark, so strong. You wondered how it would feel to walk by his side as his equal. As his partner.

But you also dreamed of him out of the suit, just him. How you would hold him tight and give him all of you. Only if he wanted you as much as you wanted him. All of him. 

During the later hours of the night your mind often wandered to less than professional thoughts about him. Yes he was your patient, but he was also your first love.

You imagined being with him the way lovers would. Soft caresses, whispers of love, embracing each other, passionate love. You wanted to make him feel good. So good.

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You scheduled a bacta soak for Vader, which he was grateful for. As he floated in the tank his mind wandered to you, as of late he could only think of you. Your soft palms resting on his body throughout his appointments. He found himself looking forward to the daily check-ins with you. He could lower his defenses, at least a little, with you.

You never criticized his body or pried him for information about the past. There was a silent understanding between you two, you once knew each other, but now circumstances were different, though you still saw the good old days in each other.

The more time he spent around you, the more he was feeling like the little boy who had a crush on you. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way, he was a leader of the Empire after all. He was not a good guy. He killed his own wife, how could he allow himself another chance at love when Padme was lying in a grave. Plus if his master ever found out, he would try to use you as collateral, and Vader would not have that. 

He loosened his muscles in the soothing bacta liquid, mind wandering once more to Padme. He held her in a deep regard, but the fact she could not love him unconditionally, pained him deeply. She was an amazing woman whom he loved, but was he still in love with her?

He had years to ponder their relationship, but the older he got the more he realized he had moved on. He still felt guilty for her death but he just couldn’t get past the fact that everything he did was for her, and yet, she could barely even stand in his presence. She was a memory of the past now. 

Oppositely, there was you, a memory of the past, resurrected. Truly you were his first love, but he was discouraged since it seemed you did not reciprocate his feelings. You were the reason he called Padme an angel in Watto’s shop. It seemed he couldn’t have you and being a naive boy he was, he wanted to make you jealous. He didn’t know how much that small action impacted you.

It wasn’t absurd for his feelings to grow back, literally your whole job was to take care of him. But he didn’t realize how many years and how much his subconscious longed for you.  

He opened his eyes as he heard the door to the tank room open. He drew his brows together, ready to punish whoever dared disturb him. Instead of a trooper or diplomat at the entrance, it was you dashing in and closing the doors behind you. You weren’t sporting your standard empire uniform, instead you were in some type of loungewear with a silk kimono over your shoulders. He felt he shouldn’t be seeing you like this. He averted his gaze as he felt his cheeks heat up. He was glad he had on some bottoms today.

“What possessed you to run in here?” he spoke to you through the force.  

Your head snapped towards him and eyes widened, you forgot you scheduled him a soak today. At least he was covered, you laughed.

“U-um…. So it's not really that important” you nervously giggled. 

“I asked you a question, F/N.” he said, more like a concerned friend than a command.

“Heh .. kinda embarrassing actually… I was in bed then I remembered I needed to prepare something for tomorrow…and I kinda wanted a snack…” You trailed off at the last part.

“So I went to the lab and got it set up, and I wanted to bring a fern back to my room so the aloe plant could have a friend when I'm gone.”

You were so cute.

“Sadly the fern is still in the med bay… on the floor. So I was walking out and some stormtroopers were patrolling the hallway and started shouting at me. I’m not really used to the whole soldiers around every corner yet, so I just ran. And I know they can’t come in here so I was just going to hide in here for a while.” 

“Why did you not just go back to your room?”

Oh.

You didn't think about that.

“I WAS PANICKING!! I was in straight fight or flight mode.”

“So I guess we know what you will do in battle. Run away” he said.

You straightened up and stalked towards the tube in the center of the room. You could see his eyes now.

“Actually I’m a good fighter. But I was unarmed and dressed like this”, you motioned to your nightwear. “I’m a pretty good shot, Mr. I-have-a-fancy-glowy-stick” you quipped.

“Seems I touched a nerve, Ms. F/N” you quipped.

You rolled your eyes and looked at the clock. His soak was about to end anyways, so you began to drain the tank. Once the water was all out he was left suspended by the holster that adorned his chest. Instead of using the air vents to dry him you pressed some buttons to lower him closer to the floor. You grabbed some fluffy towels from a cabinet. 

“What are you doing?” he asked.

You yawned. “Those air dryers can't be pleasant. They blast cool air for galaxy’s sake. I’m gonna dry you off.” 

You came up to where he was, now face to face, the absence of his cybernetics allowed him to still be off the ground. You helped him take the oxygen mask off. You began to dry his face, neck, and shoulders. You took careful time drying his chest and back, for…personal reasons. He felt a little embarrassed still, but he was more used to you seeing him like this. He had to keep certain thoughts of you from his mind, at the moment there was too much of him that could give away what he was thinking. 

You knew the ends of his limbs were sensitive, so you gently dried around the ports. Every once in a while he would flinch, and you’d apologize. Once you dried him you let the droids connect his limbs. Once they were on, you handed him the towel to finish drying as you looked away. 

“That was….pleasant. Thank you F/N” 

You smiled at him, “thank you for allowing me to do it for you, sir.”

“F/N, we agreed titles were irrelevant when it is just us”

Your heart skipped a beat. Was this him letting you get closer? This showed he wanted your relationship to be more casual. “Right!”

“Did you at least get your snack?” he asked. Oh! Your snack! Was he really paying that much attention to you? 

Your face lit up as you pulled a mini space waffle, you showed it off to him. “Yepp! Oh! Was there anything you needed to attend this evening?”

“No, there is nothing scheduled, why?”

“Could you stay here for a while?” you asked, “It’s kind of lonely here.”

His eyes softened, he hadn't thought about how difficult these past weeks had been for you. 

“As you wish.”

You got up quickly to grab two blankets and an oxygen mask. You placed the mask beside him, “Here if you need it later”, then proceeded to wrap a blanket around his shoulders as you took the other for yourself.

You were adorable

You opened the mini waffle’s packaging, as Vader watched you. You got to the waffle and broke it in half, “Do you want some Vader? I know you normally don't eat solids, but it’s so yummy.”

At this moment you could ask him to take a blaster shot to the chest and he would do it simply because you were the one who asked. “That would be adequate”

You gave him the piece and you two ate the snack. “Sorry I barged in here”.

“Do not concern yourself with that, F/N” he spoke as he finished the waffle.

“To be honest, I was hoping to see you. I missed you today.” you said. You scheduled a soak for him since he was too busy to fit in a normal appointment today.

“Is that so? I also feel as if today was missing something”.

Your cheeks were starting to get red. “May I ask you a question?”.

Vader nodded.

“Do you ever miss our childhood?”

Vader thought for a moment before responding. “I spent many years trying to forget my past. Though, Recently I find myself pondering those times more often.”

“Me too.”

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The next day you opened your door to two stormtroopers on the other side. Your eyes widened. Oh shit. What did you do?

“We are terribly sorry for last night’s incident, Ms.” they spoke in tandem. 

“What made you two want to apologize?” you asked.

They turned to each other then back to you, “Lord Vader orde-asked us to apologize for our impudence.”

Huh. Vader hunted them down just so they would apologize….to you? Wow.

You nodded and thanked them, once they walked off you made your way to the med bay. 

You entered the room, half hoping Vader would already be in there, much to your dismay, he wasn’t. You sighed and went to run some labs on a new pill you created, the pill contained natural healers and infused with bacta molecules. Hopefully Vader would be able to use the pill and over time it would begin to heal some of the extensive damage to his lungs. 

After a while you heard the doors open and the sounds of familiar breathing flooded the bay. You turned towards the entrance and smiled when you met Vader’s gaze. He closed the doors with a simple wave of his hand. Slowly he walked towards you, “There is something we need to discuss, F/N”.

He placed a mechanical hand on your shoulder and breathed a deep sigh. What was going on? Did you do something wrong?, “Yes?”.

“It has come to my attention, I have not been the most accommodating of your transition to life in the empire. My apologies.”

What was he talking about? “Oh, ok thank…you?”

“I never intended for you to feel alone. I…deeply care about your quality of life here.” He spoke, turning his helmet away from your face.

You smiled, he cared about you. “May I hug you?” You asked, you needed to let him know how much his words meant to you.

Stunned, he nodded as he slowly began to open his arms. You practically ran into his chest, being weary of his chest box. You nuzzled your face into him and held onto his top, this is how it should be.

He found himself relaxing under your touch, tenderly he reciprocated your embrace. Placing a hand on the back of your head and one on your back, he felt something deep inside his hardened heart stir. 

“Thank you, Ani. Really, thank you for everything. I can’t even begin to tell you how I felt when you told me it was you. I know you’re Vader now, but I just wanted to let you know, I care about every version of you.” You looked up at him with glassy eyes. You were overcome with emotion as you were finally in his strong embrace. “You don’t know how much last night meant to me. I really missed just talking to you. Honestly, I just miss you.” 

His heart swelled. Hearing that from you, meant the galaxy to him. He wanted to tell you how he felt too, but something told him to wait a little longer. He wasn’t quite sure if you were missing just your friend. What if you only wanted to be friends? He didn’t have much experience with these types of feelings, so he was bad at reading signals. 

“F/N. I appreciate your words. If you would like, you may call me by my name when we are in private.” 

You pulled away and beamed up at him. He was becoming more comfortable, he was letting you in. “Thank you, Anakin”. 

He nodded, “Shall we begin today’s examination?”

“Hah! Of course! Sorry for getting sentimental so early, let's get to it!” You said, kind of embarrassed you dumped all of that onto him. He had more important matters to worry about. 

“There is no reason for apologies, F/N. You do not need to feel embarrassed around me.”

You sat him down and began the normal routine. You checked his vitals then at the blaster wounds. They were healing nicely, some of the ointment you whipped up sped up the process rapidly. 

“Your concoctions have been working well, F/N. They smell nice…like you.” Vader spoke.

You were re-wrapping the wound on his thigh and without looking up you teased back, “ Oh, so you think I smell nice? I must be on your mind a lot then, with the inside of your suit smelling like the creams.”

“You are often on my mind. Regardless of the fragrance.”

Shit. You had to stop what you were doing. Your heart skipped a beat and your face was definitely red. He was just teasing you, right?

He let out a hoarse laugh, “You seem…unsettled?” He said with a smirk.

There. There he was.

“Um, definitely not. I was just wondering why I would be occupying such a powerful man’s thoughts?” The ball was in his court now.

His smirk quickly fell, now it was his turn to be flustered. “I forgot how quick you were F/N.” He looked away. “Why would I not think of my prized medic? The one who runs into my chambers with a space Waffle?”

Your turn to blush, “fair enough.”

This “friendship” with Lord Vader was comforting but you really wanted more, you wanted all of him. With each encounter you felt yourself falling for him all over again. If only you knew,

he was too. 

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[tennessoui]

" 'you'd never do that, that would ruin your marriage' and anakin is like 'what marriage?? i'm divorced' "

The way this little snippet just killed me! I am shocked and unable to process all the implications.

Does this mean that Obi-Wan was convinced Anakin would always chose his marriage ?

Did Satine hear about the Amidala-Skywalker divorce and knew what was coming for her own marriage?

Thank you so much for feeding us with all the answers! The cheating-au is the only thing that keeps me going while I need to study.

yesss i feel like at the very end of their infidelity part of the cheating au, the conflict devolves from just padmé vs obikin to padmé vs obikin (and complict satine) + obi-wan vs anakin because there's probably a moment where obi-wan is ready to be like 'your wife suspects, and i need you to choose now and i want you to choose me' but then he gets to the 'your wife suspects' part and anakin freaks out and starts thinking aloud about what he can do to make her not suspect anymore

and so obi-wan just. swallows the rest of his sentence. he's like 'ok. ok then. i see that anakin is never going to leave his marriage for me and i've come to terms with the fact that in order to be with him, i need to be with him in every way so if he gets hurt again, i'm the one they call and i can't love him in any other way, so...we need to stop this. i was wrong about it. and him. i know he loves me more than her, but he has kids and a life with her, and all i've ever offered him were shadows.'

(meanwhile of course, it takes having obi-wan taken away completely for anakin to realize that he likes the shadows more. he wants his life with obi-wan. but they have to talk about it and talk it out and commit to each other and actually acknowledge the other person means it.)

so short answer is i think by the end of the cheating au, i can see obi-wan stepping back and thinking anakin would never leave his marriage

and then being just blown away when anakin finds him and chooses him. blown away and very quick to jump on the offer lol

as for satine, i feel like....she either must have made her peace when anakin lost his arm and obi-wan abandoned his job to be with him (because his job is so important to him, but she also knows how her husband thinks) OR anakin shows up at her door looking for obi-wan, she gives him directions to go get the sad meow meow who is mourning the death of his side piece relationship, still thinking that whatever, anidala divorced, but that doesn't mean she and obi-wan have to. their marriage was completely different.

[helbertinelli]

It’s curious how everyone seems to forget that Padmé’s job was also threatened. Using her words in Revenge of the Sith:

“This baby will change our lives. I doubt the Queen will allow me to continue to serve in the Senate, and if the Council discovers you’re the father, you’ll be expelled--”

Her own career isn’t safe either, and she knew that when she chose to marry Anakin. My rant isn’t about Padmé, however, so back to Anakin.

The reason Anakin wants to leave the Order are all related to his frustration and resentment towards the Jedi and their Code. That they don’t allow attachments/marriage, that they don’t value his skills, that they don’t trust him, that they fear his power. Things like expelling Ahsoka, faking Obi-Wan’s death, asking him to spy on the Chancellor and denying the rank of Master only contributed to that. So of course he would want to leave the Jedi if they didn’t change their ways to accommodate him.

This, however, doesn’t mean he’d like to be a trophy husband. The issue with SW fans is that they take Anakin’s love for Padmé and his desire for a family (which are, admittedly, very important traits of his characterization) and make him revolve around that. People forget two things:

1) Anakin is a man of action.

2) Anakin is a prideful man.

I have no doubts he’d dedicate himself to his wife and children and cherish their company, but he wouldn’t be happy being a trophy husband. I don’t say this because Anakin is a man or because of gender roles. The truth is that Anakin would claim that it was exactly what he wanted and then grow unsatisfied very quickly. He wouldn’t feel useful enough, wouldn’t feel comfortable depending on his wife or living in her shadow (again, not because Padmé is a woman, for God’s sake), especially with his past as slave and the fact he needs to feel useful. It would nag at his pride and he would become restless, bored and unhappy.

P.S.: There’s a post going around on Tumblr about a Legends comic in which Vader dreams of being a trophy husband while Padmé becomes the Supreme Chancellor. No, guys. I read this comic. In Vader’s dreams, he took Yoda’s place and was actually the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, hahah.

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[coexiising]

Good Neighbors - Chapter Two

SUMMARY ✦ Your parents host a dinner party for the new neighbors. 

WARNING(S) ✦ Nothing

MASTERLIST ✦ Here. 

It had been three days since your last encounter with Anakin Skywalker. Three days since you could’ve sworn he winked at you. Not that you were counting . . . No, you were most definitely not doing that.

Since then you had been doing, well, essentially nothing but thinking back to that moment of the two of you talking. And it was probably stupid, since it was just two neighbors talking to each other. He was just being nice to you and that was all, there was nothing to think more of. There were way better things to keep your mind on, like going to your part time job and focusing on finishing up your classes to get your degree. You were busy, but that didn’t stop you from stopping whatever you were doing and glancing through your window to see if you could catch a glimpse at your new neighbor.

You blamed it on stupid infatuation. He was incredibly attractive and you were bored, and you weren’t the only one to think so, since your mother the other day said something about inviting your new ‘attractive neighbors’ to dinner one night. You hated how quick you were to say it was a good idea.

One thing that you learned was that your window was right across from your neighbor's master bedroom, which meant that when the curtains were drawn back, you could see right into their room. Which really wasn’t often, since it was only a side window and they had a much bigger window in the front of the house that was open way more often. But sometimes, if you looked at the right time, you could see Anakin or his wife walking around or talking with one another.

You wondered what she was like. She was very beautiful, with coffee brown hair that stayed in natural curls. She also had a good sense of style, always looking classy and elegant that made you feel out of place every time you and her were outside at the same time for whatever reason. It was wrong to be comparing yourself to her, you shouldn’t, and again blamed it on some stupid fantasy you had made up in your head. It was childish, sure, but it wasn’t like anything was ever going to happen.

You could hear him now, downstairs in the open hallway leading to your kitchen and dining room, talking to your mother about something you couldn’t quite make out. It was later in the evening, almost seven, and your family decided to give the courtesy of inviting the Skywalkers to dinner tonight, something you had been looking forward to since your mother informed you a day prior. Splaying your hands on the front of your black dress, you made sure that there were no creases, looking in the mirror to do one final once over of your appearance. You looked nice, maybe nicer than your family were going for, but no one would comment on it anyways. There was a golden necklace around your neck that had been given to you for your birthday a few years ago, which accented right off of your chest. Once you were satisfied, you opened the door to your room and walked down the steps, getting closer to the voices of your parents and your guests.

The second you got to the ground level of your home and saw the backs of both Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala, you made a beeline for the other direction, deciding to make a detour to the kitchen, stumbling over your feet. You didn’t see all of him, but you could see that Anakin was wearing a dark navy blue dress shirt and those black pants that he was always in, the ones that you always ended up looking at for more than the normal amount of time. Pressing your palms into the countertop, you took deep breaths, trying to compose yourself. This shouldn’t be so hard, you were making a big deal out of this . . . Right? You once again had to repeat to yourself that he was married and there was no way that anything could happen, even though deep down you wished that something would.

“There you are, why didn’t you come down earlier?” Your mother asked, walking into the room and heading for the oven, the smell of something cooking taking over your senses and taking you away from your thoughts. “Anakin was asking about you.”

You almost choked on the air you breathed in. “He was asking about me?” Your tone was a little too questionable and she turned to look at you behind her shoulder, her eyebrow raised and a tiny smile on her face. “I mean, why was he asking about me?” You asked, attempting to save yourself.

“I don’t know, something about a ball and his kids, did they almost hit you or something?”

Oh, right. The incident at the barbeque. Of course that’s why he was asking, that’s probably the only time he had thought about you.

“So, anyways, go out there and be a charmer. Your brother is terrible at it and you know your father is probably boring them with business stuff,” She said, going back to the meal she was preparing. You nodded, deciding it was finally time to face them and get your own awkwardness out of the way.  The walk to the dining room was brisk and you saw that your father was, in fact, talking about something business related. Padmé seemed somewhat interested, but Anakin was definitely not listening by the way he stared down at the table. You almost laughed, before realizing that your father was talking to you now and you had no idea what he was saying. You were too busy looking at Anakin, seeing his blue eyes dart to your own the moment you walked in the room.

You faltered for a moment. “What’d you say?” You glanced at your dad.

“I was just saying that you finally joined us!” He said, giving you one of his kind dad smiles. You flashed one back, meekly sitting in the only seat that was open at the table, conveniently right next to the person you were trying to keep your distance from. As you pulled your seat out and sat down next to Anakin, your father started talking to Padmé again. You were glad that the attention had seemingly been taken off of you and you could try to keep yourself together for the rest of this dinner.

Though that didn’t seem to be in your favor.

“Luke wanted me to tell you that he was sorry about kicking that ball again, he seems to be really broken up about it, not sure why,” Anakin said to you, turning his head to look right at you again.

You laughed, looking down at your hands in your lap and shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know, you may be hearing from my lawyers soon,” You joked, facing him and seeing a grin on his face. “But you’re one, right? So you should be good.”

“I’m not sure, you have a good case,” He joked, taking a sip of his wine. “I haven’t seen you around in a while, still picking up shifts for your friend?” He remembered.

You nodded. “Yeah, but I’m all done now. We get off for the Fourth tomorrow anyways.” The summer holiday had come quickly this year, but it was still something to look forward to. You loved all the fireworks and the food that came with the celebration. In addition to that, it was your family’s favorite holiday as well, meaning that everyone would go out to celebrate like you always did with the traditional block party that the Skywalker’s would now be invited to. It was as if Anakin would never get out of your life no matter how much you wished to avoid him.

Perhaps it was silly, this whole idea that you could have some type of romance with him. He was married, and it seemed like they were happy together. They had two beautiful children together, nothing could ever change that fact.

“That’s good, your mother was telling us all a while ago about the party. You guys sure love to throw them,” Anakin teased, taking a sip of his glass of wine. You watched his lips meet the glass, noting how pink they looked in the correct light. It took you a moment to compose yourself, looking down at the table and taking the biggest breath you could take without him noticing.

You gave a nod, opening your mouth to say something but being greeted by your mother walking in the room with different pots in hand. Finally, a good distraction that could get your mind off of the hunk of the man beside you. Padmé said something about the food that you couldn’t quite make out, reaching to grab one of the serving spoons while you grabbed for the other. Right as your hand hit the wood handle, Anakin’s own hand came down on yours, him not knowing that you were going to reach for the same one.

“Sorry,” You said, hoping that he would mistake your blush from the contact for embarrassment. Luckily, he only gave you a glance and pulled his hand away.

“You first.”

You took some of the food onto your plate, looking down at it until you were sure that the blush had diminished. The room was so hot at this point that you thought that it was possibly on fire. But it wasn’t, it was all because of how close you were to your neighbor, so close that you could feel his presence right next to you and you could smell the cologne that you had smelled the first day that you met him, bringing you back to the moment you looked into his eyes for the first time. You were sure that if you thought about him any more that you would combust right then and there. So you focused on eating, staying silent while the others made small talk.

Minutes passed by and you felt somewhat comfortable again, reaching beside you to grab your phone to check it under the table. Messages blinked up at you, almost illuminating your face as you read: Y/N! Please pick up. I left my computer at work and my brother has my car. I need it tomorrow so that I can work on my thesis, please, please, please can you get it? It was your best friend. Your heart practically thumped out of your chest at the opportunity to get out of this whole ordeal, where you could take your time to get the computer as long as the Skywalker’s would stay over. And then you would have an excuse for your mom instead of just sneaking off to your room.

“Mom, it’s Julia,” You said, holding up your phone so that she could read the text. “I’m sorry, I really need to stop by work and get her computer. It’s important.” You knew that she wouldn’t be happy about you leaving, but nonetheless she said you could go and you were already halfway out the door when you heard your father shouting your name.

Turning around, you saw that he was standing up with Anakin, a firm hand on your neighbor’s shoulder. “Anakin has offered to drive you. It’s late, you know how bad those roads get at night and I would feel more comfortable if you went with him,” Your dad said. You didn’t really have much room to object, since Anakin was already walking into the entrance area and putting on his coat, a black one that matched the same ‘put together’ style that he always seemed to have.

“Okay,” You said, feeling your nerves turn you almost inside out.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can,” Anakin said to everyone, walking behind you out the door and closing it.

You walked to the car alone with Anakin, basically jumping out of your seat in joy the moment you sat down.

[roseunspindle]

Elitism and Anakin finding a better happiness

Anakin overhearing the handmaidens kind of trash talking him (even Sabe who he thought had a least a little respect for him due to kind of working together as kids to save naboo and thinking padme was awesome.

He’s hurt, being referenced as Padme’s stress relief and bit on the side kinda stings, and reminds him greatly of pleasure slaves but then, then he hears Padme...she’s not as crass of course but, she isn’t disagreeing and stating that she’ll have to miss the opera, since anakin is there and the other titter at this, wondering if he’ll get arrested again for illegal street racing. This, this hurts way more. it goes on and anakin thinks he couldn’t feel more like an object if he were on the selling docket back on Tatooine...

He tries talking to padme about it later, hoping for something to make her words less, disdainful seriously they’d even asked if did things other than swing a lightsaber...did they think the 501st got supply’s by magic, sure a lot of the paperwork was someone else’s job, thank the force, but as their general he did sign off on it, and had even gone down and done some personal...encouragement, to ensure they got all their supplies and weren’t shorted things that some people seemed to think clones didn’t really deserve. 

Hell he’d listened to some of Padme’s speeches countless times as she tried to perfect her wording, and even if he didn’t have a passionate opinion on a lot of the content of her speeches and subcomittee things, he always listened

but when he does try talking to her, she almost, brushes him off, she does apologize for him overhearing, but anakin can also hear her not apologize for anything said, just that he’d heard it. 

He leaves, a bit stunned and confused. She’d married him of her own free will, he hadn’t forced her, he’d backed off after she’d had her shout at him at the lake house, she was the one who declared that she was in love with him on Geonosis. Honestly he’d thought his actions with the tuskens (which still horrified him and he had nightmares because what he’d done there was so wrong) would be a big point against him, even ignoring the Jedi thing...but...his what lack of culture? He was a slave then a warrior monk...he spoke huttese, bocce, the secret language of the quarter, binary, he new how to fix almost anything, fly almost anything so he didn’t get corellian opera, so what? (he tried not to think about the other parts, but for some reason he felt the need to get in the refresher as soon as he got back to his and obi-wan’s room in the temple, he’d cleaned up at Padme’s but still felt...dirty)

It makes him think of the others in his life..if Padme, his wife could speak of him like that, let others speak of him like that...

his mind worried over everything, seeing things through different eyes, like obi-wan scolding him for getting angry at the other initiates and padawans for calling him slave, but offering not the slightest judgement to them for their words. Obi-wan despairing over anakin’s course work until anakin practically stopped sleeping in order to get beyond functional in his ability to read basic and write (Madam Nu had always been happy to help and the archive Padawans had always been a little more welcoming). He remembers Obi-wan always coming to get him though, seemingly exasperated for unknown reasons and apologizing on anakin’s behalf for taking up their time...

Anakin felt his stomach clench, didn’t Obi-wan still do that? In so many ways? Wasn’t that part of why he’d started not bothering to try in so many things? Obi-wan would never notice anyway and apologize for Anakin’s existence so might as well stop trying so hard.

The one class anakin had truly loved right away had been on plants taught by one of the agricorp jedi, watching the rodian man grow a sprout from his hand with nothing but the force had been magic to the nine-year old desert child. Anakin remembers wanting to stay behind to ask questions, and the teacher had been willing but again, Obi-wan came along and pointed out that as Anakin wanted to be a knight, he shouldn’t waste the teachers time...

Anakin had honestly been terrified the first time he’d wielded a practice saber. Slaves would be whipped to death or tied out in the desert if caught with a weapon of any kind. It was the one time Master Windu and Master Yoda had been kind he recalled, when he’d started panicking. Master Windu had gently placed his hand over his and quietly walked him through the forms of Shii Cho, and after Master Yoda had let him eat lunch with him, he only now vaguely understands why Obi-wan turned a bit green over anakin sharing Yoda’s stew but it was miles better than some stuff he’d eaten before and master yoda had been giving him a history of the room of a thousand fountains (an absolute marvel to anakins mind).

Anakin realizes he’s breathing a little fast, and his mind is spinning.  He neverless makes himself move slowly and calmly through the quarters he and obi-wan have always shared and starts packing away his things. Getting his own room assigned doesn’t take much and he tries to ignore the empty feeling of them, he sends a quick written message to Ahsoka, about the room swap, he left her things at Obi-wans figuring she’d probably prefer going between the rooms. If she thinks anything about him suddenly deciding he needs his own set of quarters, Ahsoka doesn’t say anything, just mentioning she’ll get her stuff moved in a bit after she and Bariss finish catching up.

Anakin finishes putting his things away, being a jedi there isn’t much, but a few bits he’s collected over the years and of course a not so small about of temple droids he’s in the middle of repairing.

Deciding he’s done wallowing for now, because if he thinks for too much longer, he’s going to start crying or maybe screaming, he opens up his temple comm and reviews messages on their a few “Hi still alives” from Aayla, strangely a request for saber practice from Bariss, and a small list from temple maintenance  and Master Che on some things they’d like him to take a look at if at all possible. Feeling a bit better anakin starts work on some of his unfinished projects, and happily loses himself in the work and the force for awhile  

[vagrantblvrd]

But also the time Anakin didn’t fall but became the Emperor after those pesky Jedi killed Palpatine.

Before they could be all hurray, the evil’s been defeated!!1! \o/ someone realizes just how deeply entrenched Palpatine’s Empire is in the Galactic Republic and whatnot and they should maybe do something about that?

And what with Palpatine being dead it only makes sense for his ~padawan, whatever his name was to assume the title and so you get Darth Vader as the new Emperor.

(So badly injured in his battle to protect the Emperor he’s forced to wear this special suit with a rad helmet and anyway, very Darth Vader of him.)

Rumors say Vader was a close friend of Anakin’s until Palpatine turned him to the Dark Side. Vader lived, but Anakin...didn’t, or so the rumors go.

Makes for a good story, though. Vader vowing to destroy everyone Anakin loved and whatnot in revenge for killing his master, so of course Oni-Wan spirits Padme off to Alderaan to keep her safe. She has the twins there and pledges to destroy the Empire by siding with the Rebel Alliance, and anyway.

Makes for a good story, you know?

Meanwhile Anakin and a few trusted people who know the truth work to dismantle the Empire, quietly horrified at how large it is and how did all of them miss this?

Also the whole Order 66 business Palpatine never gets the chance to issue, but is a Concern with the clones, the 501rst sticking with Anakin because they’re convinced the man cannot be allowed out without supervision, supposedly ~evil Emperor or not.

And of course, you know, the Anakin’s former Jedi master determined to stop the man who killed his padawan, and becomes Vader’s Arch Nemesis.

There’s this whole cat and mouse thing between them where Anakin manages to catch him every so often.

Everyone aboard the Emperor’s ship not in the know is like :O because you just know he’s torturing information about the Rebels and Skywalker’s family - what better revenge than to take Ankin’s children as his pupils? - out of him and everyone knows the Emperor is very thorough.

But really, it’s like, omg, Obi-Wan could you maybe be less dramatic and Anakin you have no room to talk, and also, Padme and the twins say hi.

And then Plotting to destroy the Empire from within and it goes a bit faster, what with Anakin being the Emperor and all? But there’s so much to do and he’s so tired, and misses his wife and kids.

The only thing Obi-Wan can do is bring little recorded holo messages from Padme and the twins, in code and careful not to look suspiciously like letters to Anakin, and they both pretend this isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to them.

Also, also.

That time someone got it into their heads to jut up and kill Skywalker’s family to curry favor with the Emperor’s and almost succeeded.

No one knowing where Luke was for ages until Boba Fett demanded an audience with the Emperor. Said he had information on something he was sure the Emperor would be interested to hear and anyway.

Anakin meets with Boba Fett who has a little Mandalorian beside him and Anakin almost gives everything away on the hangar deck because it’s Luke.

Safe and sound and the moment they’re somewhere safe, the only ones around who know the truth, Anakin is hugging Luke so hard and Luke has grown up in the - has been a year? more? - time since the attack, and oh, he needs to tell Padme, tell Leia and the others.

(But you know, just a little longer like this.)

There’s no safe way to get Luke back to Padme and others without risking exposing everything they’ve sacrificed for, so Luke ends up staying with Anakin.

By pretending to be a foundling Boba Fett’s taken in, and it’s just.

The next time he captures Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan stops laughing (that or cry and he’d rather not) he looks at Luke in his armor - it suits him oddly enough - and this gruff bounty hunter that Anakin’s kid charmed the hell out of enough for him to risk going to the Emperor and anyway.

The Emperor’s pet bounty hunters (and secret bby!Jedi) and, uh yes.

That goes on for a few years, Boba’s foundling turning into a truly terrifying bounty hunter in his own right and whispers saying Vader should replace Fett with the younger one, but he doesn’t. Perhaps waiting for the foundling to do it on his own, who knows.

Also that time Boba and Luke ran into Din somewhere and Boba Fett is like oh no, because Anakin’s going to kill him and also Din is an idiot and he never wanted this okay, never.

(There’s this whole Thing before this, though, misunderstandings and trying to kill one another before Din realized wait, not the bad guys??? And also oh, no, because Luke’s face, okay. Very nice.)

And yet here he is, bringing these idiots back to the Emperor’s ship and sure he’s about to get sighed at so much because Anakin, and really, idk.

Because Luke and Din and Adventures while Boba was negotiating a job, and who the hell told Din he was an adult when he thinks being swallowed whole by a krayt dragon is a sound strategy???

Also that time with this small village of shrimp farmers and the bandits with an AT-ST and anyway.

Anakin’s going to kill him.

One good thing out of dragging the two of them around with him is that he gets Fennec on his side, , the only actual adult around for parsecs.

Although, okay, Luke learning sniping from her (among other deadly things) is terrifying considering what a good shot he already was.

(Boba pretends he doesn’t see the way Din looks at Luke when he’s shooting, pretends he knows nothing of the way Luke looks at Din when he so much as breathes, and why, why, was he cursed to have Skywalkers in his life again?)

But, okay, but.

At some point they get to where they can break the hold the Empire has over the galaxy, weakened it enough it cant go to ground, nurse its wounds and come back again, and Skywalkers you know?

Dramatic bastards.

This whole thing where the Emperor’s pet bounty hunters turns against him, team up with the Rebels and Kenobi and Tano, and anyway.

Vader dies on the bridge of his ship and it’s all the newsfeeds and whatnot talk about for weeks, months, later.

Don’t even notice when a man who looks like Anakin Skywalker might have if he’d lived, gotten older, goes to Alderaan or wherever the two of them went to see Padme and Leia, a trio of Mandalorians with him, and anyway.

Yes.

But also, also.

Luke and Din showing up wherever Anakin ends up a few years down the road with this Grogu character, and all, “Hey, dad, guess who we found?”

(Shhh, Anakin’s  supposed to be dead, and it’s very tragic, really, how Padme visits so often to lay flowers on his grave and honor his memory and honestly, it’s beautiful in a way, don’t you think?)

Because years and years of conflict and opportunists and worse and someone got to Grogu before they could be stopped, but it’s okay now because he has two dads who wear shiny armor and also have lightsabers -

“Wait, wait,is that the Darksaber? Does Obi-Wan know about this?

- and let him eat all the frogs he wants, it’s awesome.