#only padmé knows the truth

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I love suitless darth vader/sith raised darth vader. BUT darth vader with the suit? Gigantic and menacing, scary and a nightmare comes to life? Yet a big softie only with padmé? ugh PERFECTION 😩👌✨️

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SYNOPSIS: Anakin wakes to more than just the morning light: he must now face the weight of last night with you and the quiet turmoil stirring in his heart. WARNING: none, just fluffy  WORDS: 3.5K A/N: Hello my dears, I can't even thank you enough for all the love this fic has received. Honestly, I wasn't expecting it, so it was a pleasant surprise. I don't know if you'll like the second chapter as much, but now I'm full of ideas, I thought of five chapters more or less. Feel free to comment what you think, suggestions and criticisms are also welcome, good reading ;) dividers by @/enchanthings

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬  𝐈𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐞  𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞  𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞?

The sun crept over the Naboo horizon, golden light spilling across the field in slow, deliberate waves. It touched Anakin’s face first — a gentle warmth that coaxed his lashes into a twitch, his brow furrowing as he stirred. A tickling sensation brushed the bridge of his nose, soft as a whisper. He mumbled incoherently and turned his face away.

But then it came again, a teasing flutter, and this time, a laugh followed. His eyes blinked open, still hazy from sleep, only to find you kneeling beside him, holding a delicate flower to his cheek with an expression far too innocent to be trusted.

You grinned when you met his gaze. "Good morning," you murmured sweetly, the flower dancing between your fingers. The chaos in your curls and the faint imprint of sleep still on your features made you look all the more ethereal.

Anakin smiled back, drowsy and charmed. “Good morning,” he replied, voice rough with sleep. He rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling the dull ache from a night spent lying on uneven ground. It wasn’t exactly the best sleep of his life—but stars, it was worth it. Having you curled against him, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep on his chest, made everything else feel like it didn’t matter.

Until it did. His eyes widened as the realization returned like a jolt to his spine.

“Force, we need to get back,” he muttered, suddenly rushing to his feet. “Padmé. I’m supposed to be guarding her. I’m supposed to be protecting her, not” He stopped himself, guilt threading into his voice, heat rising in his cheeks. He had let his feelings cloud his judgment, again.

“It’s okay,” you said gently, reaching for his hand. “I know a shortcut.”

You took the hand he offered, your smaller fingers enveloped easily in his. His thumb instinctively traced along your knuckles, a quiet gesture of affection that lingered even as you both dashed toward the speeder.

Anakin had barely settled onto the seat when your foot hit the accelerator, the vehicle surging forward with a suddenness that made his heart stutter. You weaved through the trees with an ease that was as daring as it was reckless. He couldn’t decide whether to be impressed or terrified.

He leaned closer than necessary, under the guise of balancing, but in reality, it was just to feel the way your shoulder pressed into his chest with each sharp turn. The adrenaline sang through him, but it was nothing compared to the way your presence tugged at something buried deep inside.

By the time you skidded to a stop outside the lake house, both of you were breathless, trying to straighten your clothes, picking flowers and grass from your hair. It was a lost cause, you still looked like you’d rolled through a meadow together. Which… wasn’t far from the truth.

Padmé was already waiting, her expression unreadable, though Captain Typho’s disapproval was written clearly across his face as he stood beside her, arms crossed, jaw set tight. Anakin’s stomach dropped. He knew that look. The captain didn’t take lightly to negligence, especially when it came to the safety of the senator. And he was right to be upset. Anakin had let his heart lead him astray.

He stood taller, swallowing hard. The shame hit fast, not because of what happened, but because of how easy it had been to forget everything else when he was with you. Jedi discipline felt like an old, distant promise compared to how he felt in your orbit.

“What was your mission, Skywalker?” Captain Typho’s voice cut through the morning air like a blade, his arms crossed and jaw locked tight. His tone left no room for misunderstanding.

Anakin’s shoulders slumped, the heat of embarrassment prickling up the back of his neck. “To guard Senator Amidala’s room,” he muttered, jaw tight.

“And why weren’t you doing that?” Typho snapped, voice rising. “What could possibly be more important than the duties assigned to you? Do you think you’re above the mission? Should I call the Jedi Council and ask for someone more committed?”

Anakin opened his mouth, shame and panic warring in his chest but before he could speak, you stepped in. You moved to stand in front of him, your body slipping between the captain’s sharp words and the padawan’s stiff frame.

“It was my fault,” you said, raising your chin despite the quiver in your voice. “I, I snuck out last night. I just needed to get away for a while and ended up in more trouble than I meant to. Anakin wasn’t shirking his duty. He was helping me.”

You turned toward Padmé, eyes pleading. “I lost control of the speeder bike. I could’ve crashed, if he hadn’t been there…” you trailed off, breath catching. “If he hadn’t been there, I don’t know if I’d have made it back. Please don’t blame him, he only did what anyone else would’ve done. I’ll take all the blame.”

Padmé’s gaze flickered between the two of you, and there was a long, unreadable pause. Her eyes softened, just slightly, before she turned toward Typho.

“That’s enough, Captain. There’s no need to involve the Jedi,” she said calmly. “I think we’ve all learned something valuable today.”

Typho didn’t look convinced, but he bowed his head and stepped back. Padmé waited until he’d walked away before turning to you with a tired sigh.

“Why am I not surprised that you were involved in the trouble?” she muttered, though her tone lacked real bite. She took your arm and gently guided you inside.

Once in her room, she sat you down at the vanity without another word. You stayed quiet, watching your sister through the mirror as she began carefully removing the crushed flowers and leaves tangled in your hair.

“Why?” she finally asked, fingers working gently through a knot. “Why do you keep doing this. taking risks, putting yourself in danger?”

You blinked, confused. “I don’t understand…”

Padmé met your eyes in the mirror. “You have the luxury of choice. Of freedom. You don’t have to bear the weight of the Senate or the Republic. You get to choose your path. So why are you always looking for ways to make it harder on yourself?”

The words stung. A tightness formed in your throat as your chest began to ache. You looked down, blinking rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay.

How could you possibly explain to her, the poised, unshakable senator who bore the weight of the galaxy on her shoulders, what it felt like to live in her shadow? To want to matter in a world where she already filled every room with grace and purpose?

Tears welled in your eyes before you could stop them. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I was reckless and irresponsible.  I didn’t mean to make things harder for you. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Padmé paused her hands and stepped around to face you.

Your voice cracked, and the tears spilled anyway. “I just... I just—” You didn’t say it aloud, but it was there, in the air between you. The feeling of being invisible in her shadow. Of never being the one anyone looked to, listened to, or needed.

But before you could finish, Padmé wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her embrace. The warmth of her hug unraveled the guilt in your chest. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. She just held you, the way only an older sister could.

You stayed like that for a while, just the two of you, breathing in time.

Eventually, your voice broke the silence, needing to improve that strange atmosphere, needing to fix the situation that you yourself created. “Why don’t we spend the day in the garden? Near the lake.” you murmured against her shoulder. It’s beautiful out today. “You could use a break and I want to spend time with my sister.”

Padmé hesitated for a second, then smiled faintly, brushing your hair once more before rising. “Alright. I’ll ask the staff to prepare everything.”

Padmé went to inform the staff to prepare everything, and you took a deep breath, standing to head to your room and change. The tears were still there, but your heart felt just a little lighter.

Outside, you knew Anakin was probably still standing where you’d left him. And despite everything… a part of you hoped he’d still be looking for you when you came back.

When Padmé returned to the garden, her gaze immediately found you standing beside Anakin, two towels in your arms, animatedly saying something that she couldn’t quite catch. Whatever it was, it made Anakin laugh, a real, unguarded laugh. His blue eyes sparkled with that boyish glint, and he shook his head as if you’d just said something outrageous.

“Senator Amidala,” Anakin said, attempting to compose himself the moment he noticed her. “I want to apologize for my”

Padmé raised a hand, gently cutting him off. “Water under the bridge, Ani,” she said with a small smile. “Why don’t you help carry the picnic basket?”

She slipped her arm through yours, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. “My sister suggested we go swimming. I hope you brought wetsuits.” Anakin’s ears turned red, and he quickly averted his gaze, falling in step behind the two of you.

Out in the garden, the afternoon sun cast warm glows over the lake’s edge. You and Padmé started a game of “don’t let the ball hit the ground,” laughing as the breeze threatened to steal the ball mid-air. Soon, you dragged Anakin and one of the palace guards into the chaos, splitting into teams. You threw down the towels to mark the makeshift line in the grass—Padmé and Anakin on one side, you and the guard on the other.

It didn't take long for the friendly game to turn into a whirlwind of competitiveness. You and Anakin became the fiercest pair, diving, spinning, and tumbling dramatically just to keep the ball from falling. His focus blurred—not because of the match, but because of your laughter, your joy, the way the sunlight caught your smile like a secret meant only for him. You teased him ruthlessly, lobbing tricky throws that forced him to dive with Jedi precision.

Not to be outdone, Anakin narrowed his eyes and sent the ball arcing high above your head. He grinned, thinking he’d finally won the round, but he underestimated you. You bolted backward, determined to catch it, but your foot slid over the damp edge of the grass, and with a splash, you disappeared into the lake.

“Y/N!” Anakin shouted, his heart stopping.

Without a second thought, he sprinted into the water, plunging into the depths to find you. Panic choked his thoughts as he swam, his heart hammering wildly. He cursed himself for being careless, for not watching you more closely, for letting things go too far.

Then, through the water’s shimmer, he saw you.

He scooped you into his arms, surfacing with a gasp and rushing back to the shore, both of you soaked and breathless. He laid you gently on the shore, dripping and panicked, placing his ear to your chest, just in time for you to sputter, cough, and burst into laughter. “You little” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face in relief. “You were pretending?!”

You grinned guiltily. “It was supposed to be funny.”

“You scared me out of my mind,” he muttered, heart still racing. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, eyes sincere. “I didn’t mean to”

But Anakin didn’t answer. Instead, he picked you up without a word and ran right back into the lake. You shrieked as he jumped in with you, both of you plunging under the surface.

Padmé, from a distance, looked up from her holobook and shook her head with a fond smile. Watching her sister and Anakin splash around like unruly teenagers, a strange tightness crept into her chest. You two were a good match, she thought, but the realization sat oddly in her stomach, a feeling she chose not to examine.

Back in the water, Anakin hoisted you onto his shoulders, your hands instinctively clutching at his hair. “No, Anakin, put me down!” you cried, half-laughing, half-panicked.

“What? You giving up already?” he teased. “I thought you were the fun one!”

With a wicked grin, he flipped you off his shoulders, sending a wave of water crashing around you. You surfaced, gasping and laughing.

“You’ll be back,” you warned, narrowing your eyes in mock vengeance.

Anakin only smirked wider, until something grabbed his ankle under the surface. He yelped as he lost balance and toppled into the shallows. He resurfaced with a laugh, coughing and splashing wildly. The lake echoed with your laughter, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Anakin Skywalker felt light.

Not like a Jedi. Not like a soldier.

Just like a boy, falling fast for a girl who made him forget all the rules.

You spent long, sun-drenched moments with Anakin in the lake—swimming, splashing, laughing until your cheeks hurt. It was pure, unfiltered joy, a kind of freedom neither of you was used to. When the water finally started to cool and the scent of food wafted from the garden, you both made your way back to the grass, clothes dripping and clinging to your bodies, leaving wet footprints and little puddles in your wake.

As you approached the picnic setup where Padmé sat, surrounded by an inviting spread of fruit, bread, and fresh Naboo delicacies, you reached for the zipper of your blue frilly dress. With a soft tug, you peeled it away, revealing the white silk slip beneath—lightweight and now partially translucent from the water, it clung delicately to your form.

Anakin swallowed hard. His eyes darted to your exposed shoulders, the elegant curve of your neck, the delicate dip of your collarbone. Droplets of water trailed over your skin, sliding down your chest and disappearing into the folds of fabric he could not see past—but his imagination filled in the rest with a speed and clarity that made his cheeks burn.

He gave his head a sharp shake, sending water flying from his hair, and forced his gaze away, cursing himself for losing control.

You elbowed him playfully, catching his flushed expression. “Don’t do that,” you said, pouting a little as you pulled a stool over and plopped down across from Padmé. You reached for the breadbasket, slicing a piece and handing it wordlessly to Anakin. He blinked, a little caught off guard by the gesture, but took it with a sheepish smile before sitting beside you.

Padmé, watching the quiet exchange, shook her head with a breathy laugh. “Children,” she teased, half to herself.

“I’m eighteen,” you and Anakin answered in unison, then turned to look at each other and grinned.

After lunch, Padmé left, and Anakin followed like a shadow, resuming his Jedi duties. Yet no matter how many diplomatic briefings or serene walks through royal gardens he endured, his mind stayed tangled in you. Even when Padmé stumbled and fell laughing into a bed of wildflowers, just like the vision he’d dreamed of for years, he couldn’t stop the image of how those blooms would’ve looked tangled in your curls instead.

When he finally escorted Padmé back to her room, standing dutifully outside, she turned to him with a knowing look. “Go,” she said, gentle but firm. “Just promise me you’ll be back before dawn.”

He hesitated, offering a weak protest about Jedi responsibilities, but Padmé only raised a brow. It was enough. He understood her permission was given and her understanding went deeper than words.

This time, Anakin was the one waiting at the window.

His breath caught the moment he saw you step into the moonlight. You were wearing a blue floral dress that clung to your frame in all the right ways, the fabric catching the silver glow of the night and casting soft highlights along your skin. The delicate tone of the dress deepened the warmth of your complexion, every detail from the curve of your shoulder to the line of your waist etched into his memory in a single, reverent glance.

Your hair was down tonight, the breeze gently lifting the loose strands while a braid ran like a crown across the top of your head, tiny white flowers woven between the curls like stars caught in the galaxy of you. To Anakin, you didn’t look real. You looked like something dreamt up in one of the few peaceful corners of his restless mind.

"Waiting for me, Skywalker?" you teased, your voice warm, your smile tugging mischievously at your lips.

Anakin stood there, speechless, his lips parted as if he was trying to say something but couldn’t remember how to speak. You were breathtaking. And in that moment, nothing in his vocabulary, not even the hundreds of words he'd once used to describe a planet or a battlefield, felt worthy enough to describe you.

"You look... pretty today," he said finally, then stumbled over himself, his hand flying to scratch the back of his neck. "Not that you’re not pretty on other days, I mean, you’re beautiful. Always.”

You smiled gently, charmed by his awkward honesty. “You’re a cutie too,” you said with a wink, stepping closer. “Now how about we go for a walk?”

And just like that, the night unfolded before you.

Together, you explored the quiet edges of the city, letting the silence between you settle not with awkwardness but with ease. With every step, the weight of your lives , his Jedi code, your family name, fell away, leaving behind two people who just wanted to feel free for a little while. No rules. No expectations. Just heartbeats and curiosity and the pull of something new.

When you arrived at your destination, Anakin helped you off the speeder bike, his hand warm and sure as he guided you to the ground. Music drifted on the air, soft, rhythmic, unfamiliar. A bonfire crackled in the center of the clearing ahead, casting golden shadows over the gathering of people. Gungans played instruments crafted from wood and string, filling the night with a melody that felt both ancient and celebratory. Flowers of every color hung in garlands, draped from trees and woven into the crowd’s hair and clothes.

It felt like a hidden sanctuary. A little piece of joy carved out of the galaxy’s chaos.

“Dance with me?” you asked, reaching out your hand.

Anakin hesitated. “I don’t know how.”

“Then let’s learn together,” you whispered, pulling him into the crowd.

As a Jedi, Anakin was never taught how to dance. There were no lessons in joy, no teachings in how to laugh without purpose, or to move simply for the pleasure of movement. Leisure had never been encouraged in the Temple, only discipline, control, and obedience. Hobbies were considered distractions. Joy was something to be observed, not indulged in. So now, with your hands in his and music swirling around him like stardust, he was utterly, beautifully lost.

You led the dance with a freedom he didn’t know how to replicate. Your hips swayed to the rhythm, feet moving easily over the soft ground, a radiant smile tugging at your lips. When you tried to spin under his arm, Anakin misunderstood the cue and spun with you, causing you both to lose balance, stumbling into each other in a tangled mess of laughter. You caught yourselves, barely, and the sound of your giggle lit something in his chest that felt far too close to longing.

Still, you kept dancing, your movements light and confident, guiding him with every step. And somehow, through the chaos and the clumsy rhythm, it became less about getting it right and more about how it felt. How it felt to be alive, to be seen, to be here.

Then your eyes met. Blue locked onto yours, and for a breathless second, the world faded into nothing but the shared pulse of your hearts. There was a spark, no, more than a spark. It was a quiet explosion of recognition, of something deep and stirring that neither of you had asked for, but now couldn’t deny.

Anakin had only known you for two days, and yet, it didn’t feel new. It felt ancient, like something buried in his bones was waking up. As your foreheads gently touched, he closed his eyes. Just for a moment. Just to let himself pretend.

He imagined a galaxy where he wasn’t a Jedi. Where there were no missions or codes or rules to obey. Where there was only this: you, and the night air, and the music. Where his arms could be your home and not a transgression.

He didn’t know what to call what he felt. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to feel it at all. For years, his heart had belonged to Padmé or so he thought. But every glance, every smile, every heartbeat spent near you was unraveling that certainty. You weren’t replacing what he had felt. You were redefining it.

And that terrified him.

Because what if this wasn’t fleeting? What if you were becoming the gravity that held his entire world together? And what if, in choosing you… he was choosing himself?

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[tossawary]

Thinking about missed opportunities in the "Star Wars" prequel trilogy again: it's weird with hindsight that Count Dooku doesn't appear in "The Phantom Menace".

Dooku was a Jedi, so it's perfectly reasonable for him to be at either the Jedi Temple or the Republic Senate when we visit Coruscant in TPM. It would have been easy to move a few things around and include him even as a member of the Jedi Council when initially constructing the films, if you were planning ahead when writing.

As Qui-Gon's former master, Dooku is in the perfect position to ask questions onscreen about Qui-Gon's conviction that he's found the Chosen One and Qui-Gon's decision to put Obi-Wan up for knighthood, both publicly with the Council and privately from a more personal standpoint. Dooku could be used as a tool of interrogation to better lay clear for the audience some of Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Anakin's characters, their motivations and fears and their potential flaws. An intimate conversation with his master's master could definitely be used to give Obi-Wan some much-needed character focus and interiority before his climatic fight with Darth Maul.

As the future leader of the Separatists, this is also the ideal point in time to have Dooku act as a voice of criticism, someone who laments both the greed of the Trade Federation and the inaction of the Republic. Dooku could have easily been the representative of the Jedi in the Senate, watching everything, offering grandfatherly sympathy to Padmé Amidala, remarking on the effectiveness of unrestrained power, perhaps even making a warning observation of the dangers of that as Palpatine becomes the new Chancellor. We don't have to see Palpatine and Dooku interact directly, the film could even suggest that Dooku finds this ambitious politician slightly distasteful, but it sets up an explanation for how these two might know each other.

And if we have reason to know and like Master Dooku, then it would actually hurt more when he becomes Count Dooku and betrays both the Jedi Order and the Republic. Even briefly, we could have seen him show frustrated affection and concern for Qui-Gon, give warm advice and praise to Obi-Wan, stand up firmly against the unfairness of the Jedi Council saying Anakin is too old at nine years old. We could have seen Dooku support Padmé in her struggles to make the corrupt Republic take action. We could have seen him as dignified and wise, perhaps one of the only members of the Jedi Council to immediately take the return of the Sith 100% seriously after Maul appears on Tatooine. We could have been made to feel like this experienced, slightly embittered, but righteous older man was the only one "speaking the truth" here.

It really wouldn't have taken all that much shuffling and reassignment plotwise to add him in as a supporting character.

We would feel intrigued at the beginning of "Attack of Clones" when we learn that Count Dooku has left the Jedi Order after Qui-Gon's death. We could see Anakin and Obi-Wan briefly exchange lines about how they miss Master Dooku as well as Qui-Gon (there is already an exchange in the films where they state they miss Qui-Gon), and how they haven't seen or heard from him in some time now. Anakin could suggest that Dooku is hunting down the Sith Master; Obi-Wan could counter with how Master Dooku has simply returned to his life on Serenno, which he couldn't have as a Jedi Master, which Anakin casually calls unfair and he suggests that Dooku can do far greater good as a powerful count (a parallel to Anakin's marriage to Padmé and own Fall). Dooku being established earlier in the trilogy would better highlight how he and Obi-Wan went completely separate directions after Qui-Gon's death.

And again, the reveal that Dooku has Fallen would hurt so much more, if we had actually seen him be affectionate and righteous and wise. If we had any point of comparison for how Dooku's embittered desire for peace and justice has been warped into the pursuit of control and tyranny. It would hurt to see that formerly good man sentence Padmé to death as "just politics, my dear".

"This will start a war!" Padmé tells the man who helped her help her people once.

"I know," Dooku replies, with ominous satisfaction.

It would hurt to see Obi-Wan beg Dooku to stop this (a prelude to him begging Anakin in the next movie: "Anakin, please, I cannot lose you too!"), only for Dooku to attack and nearly kill him when Obi-Wan refuses to join him. It would hurt to see this grandfatherly figure cut off Anakin's hand, someone he knew and was kind to as a child. Seeing where Dooku fell from would also make everything about his fight with Yoda hurt more as well. We wouldn't have seen Dooku's struggles directly, offscreen in the time skip between TPM and AOTC, but this Fall would help prepare us for witnessing Anakin's Fall onscreen in "Revenge of the Sith", illustrate for us how power and grief corrupts, how the desire to take complete control and "start over" corrupts.

And all of this would also make Dooku's death in ROTS hurt more: to see Anakin execute an unarmed, injured man who had once been kind to him, who had once had good intentions a long, long time ago. We could have even had Dooku perhaps try to warn Anakin about Sidious, as the fear cuts through him as he realizes Sidious has betrayed him, only for Anakin to kill Dooku out of anger (Dooku is responsible for so much death, Palpatine reminds Anakin) just before the ruined man can finish speaking. Dooku's former goodness underlines Anakin's arrogance in thinking that his own fate will be any different.

The novelizations of the prequel films and other extended universe materials build up an image of Dooku's life as a Jedi and his Fall for us. We can assume and imagine a lot. We can retroactively apply knowledge gleaned from "The Clone Wars" with Dooku as a major villain. But ultimately, Dooku as a more sympathetic and emotionally relevant character is just not in the films.

When "Attack of the Clones" reveals to us: "Oh, no! Dooku has betrayed the Jedi Order and the Republic!" I think that most of the audience is like: "Gonna be real with you, chief, I have no idea who that is."

He's only been mentioned before once maybe? In Palpatine's office? Master Mundi assures Palpatine that Dooku is a good man (or something like that), but we have seen no evidence of this ourselves. This line mostly just becomes really funny on a rewatch, rather than poignant, because the prequel films audience only ever gets to see Count Dooku as a Sith Lord and rather underdeveloped villain. We don't ever get to see him be a "good guy" first. We're told but not shown.

The audience has no solid reason to care that Dooku specifically has betrayed the Order, as opposed to any random Jedi, because we haven't seen him before at all, much less interacting with any of our protagonists or establishing himself as an opinionated player within the story. Which is a shame! Because he has strong opinions that stand in interesting ideological conflict with so many other characters, generating fun and dramatic exchanges! He has direct connections to and parallels with other characters! He's potentially a really useful storytelling tool within these films, and his character just doesn't get used to that full tragic potential.

In conclusion...? I wish I'd actually been sad when Dooku betrayed everyone and died at Anakin's hand, instead of mostly just confused and then vaguely pitying. I want to see some of the love between characters beforehand, so that it hurts more effectively when that love turns to hate.

[skywalkr-nberrie]

I think it’s so weird how Padmé is blamed for keeping her relationship with Anakin a secret when he wanted to tell the whole galaxy as if Padmé didn’t only want to keep it a secret because she wanted to safeguard Anakin’s position in the Jedi.

Of course, Padmé knows and never doubts Anakin’s love and loyalty to her, she knows he’d happily drop the Jedi for her without even her asking him to do it, but she doesn’t want him to give up his life all for her. She loves him too much to watch him give up on his dreams and way of life. You don’t think Padmé wanted to tell the whole galaxy that Anakin Skywalker was hers, too? Of course she did, but this secret wouldn’t affect her as much, and the reason she keeps it is out of pure love and care for Anakin, not for herself.

Also, it should be noted that Anakin was the one who initiated the idea to keep their love a secret first and Padmé quite literally denies it because she knows she wouldn’t be able to live in a lie and she also knows Anakin wouldn’t either to which he concedes as well, evident to both their truthful and honest natures. It’s only afterwards when they discover they can’t live without one another that they ended up going with this decision in the end, but only because they didn’t plan on forever keeping it a secret. They were going to come out when the war was over and run away together.

They BOTH mutually decided it was best if they stayed on duty for the time being as the galaxy and the republic desperately needed them both, so them being the heroic forces they are, remained in their respective positions. But the more emotional side to them also didn’t want to be without one another and that’s why they went with Anakin’s idea to have a secret relationship/marriage. This choice of their’s is often looked at as a flaw in their relationship and characters in the eyes of the viewers, but that’s just a false assumption and I can’t agree.

Sure, I understand that keeping a secret of your love from your family and friends isn’t right nor easy but it was an act that Anakin & Padmé took out of deep love for each other, and it doesn’t at all make them deceitful nor does it make them lying or manipulative people. They simply took a step they both decided on together for the benefit of their love because they’d rather be together than without and at the time it was the only viable solution to their problem.

It was also a choice that they didn’t agree with fully and struggled a lot with because they hate having to lie about their love to everyone and everything they hold dear.

They’re not referred to as ‘Star Crossed and Forbidden Lovers’ for nothing.

[obiwansito]

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pairing- obi wan kenobi x f!reader

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summary- after a few days of feeling bad, you discover something that will change your life forever. how will you explain it to obi-wan, if he is thousands of light years away?

tags for this chapter- angst, fluff, unplanned pregnancy, discussions about pregnancy, anxiety, minor discusions, intrusive thoughts.

a/n- welcome to the first chapter of tgw. buckle up, this will be a wild journey. this fic has been on my mind since march, and i have planned great things for it. enjoy <3

“Kriff.” You whispered, getting up from the refresher mat, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. It was your second time vomiting so far this morning, and you had been like this for almost five days.

You had recently arrived from a long mission, and now you were on your break, stranded in the Jedi Temple teaching younglings.

Actually, you were grateful. You had spent nearly five months traveling across the Outer Rim to fight on the front lines, so finally getting back to your routine at home was a relief.

Of course, it had its cons. You had gotten used to seeing your partner, Obi-Wan, every day, as the council assigned you together on most missions because of your great teamwork. But unfortunately, he couldn't get a break, and was still in the Outer Rim with Anakin indefinitely.

Though deep down you were glad he wasn't here at the moment, as he constantly worried about you and you knew he would be worried if he knew you had caught an illness.

Or well, you wanted to think you were sick. But the timing of your period told you otherwise, and that had you quite worried. At first you thought you had eaten something bad, but you realized that your period was almost a month late. Maybe it was the stress of the war, or maybe....

You shook your head. No, it wasn't possible. That absolutely could not happen. It mustn't.

You decided to seek help from your closest friend outside the temple, the one you trusted the most and knew could help you with your little problem. Plus, as a bonus, she was the only one who knew about your relationship with Obi-wan.

The lift opened its doors, revealing a young woman sitting on the couch in her home. Her brown curls fell to the sides of her face, and a purple robe wrapped around her growing belly. It was Padme Amidala, senator of Naboo and your best friend.

Her face lit up when she saw you arrive, smiling at you and rising to give you a hug. “My dear! How have you been?”

“Padmé! Sorry for coming unannounced. To tell you the truth...I've been better. And you? How are you? And the baby?”

Your gaze lowered to your friend's baby bump.

When you arrived on Coruscant two weeks ago, you got the surprise of your life when you learned that your best friend was pregnant.

“ You're... what?!” Padmé laughed shyly, her hands caressing her swollen belly.

“It was a surprise to me, too. When I found out, I was alone and so scared. But now I'm more excited.”

“And Ani knows?”

Padmé exhaled, shaking her head. “No... How do you tell your secret Jedi husband that you're pregnant with his child by holo-call?”

You sighed. It was true, Anakin had also spent so much time away -even now- and hadn't seen his wife for nearly five months. Now you felt grateful that you had been able to spend so much time with Obi-wan. “If I've known Ani at all in the last thirteen years, I can assure you he'll go crazy. He loves you dearly, and I know he'll be very excited.”

Padmé looked at you with concern at what you said. “We're fine... But I'm beginning to wonder how much longer Ani will be out. I've had to live most of this pregnancy alone...” She complained, then looked at you, a little flushed. “Sorry, I'm just venting. Come, sit down. Would you like something to drink? I can tell Threepio to prepare something.”

You shook your head, sitting down next to her on the couch. “Oh no, dear, don't worry. I... well, I came to tell you something. Or rather, to ask you.”

“Sure, tell me.”

You gulped. Your heart was going a thousand miles a minute, this was about to become real. “How... how did you find out you're pregnant?”

She raised an eyebrow, hadn't expected that question. “Well... At first I was very queasy and throwing up, I also felt quite tired and my appetite had increased. I thought I was sick so I called a medical droid, and when he asked me the last date of my period I realized. Then he diagnosed me and well...here we are. why the question?”

You sighed, looking away. Apparently, your silence spoke for you, as Padmé gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth in surprise. “...You're joking, right?”

You shook your head, a knot in your throat. “I wish I was. But... I really don't know if I am... you know, or not.”

“What makes you think you are?

“For starters, I've been feeling exhausted these past few weeks. And a few days ago I started with nausea and throwing up. I thought I'd caught an illness or something, but today I checked my period calendar, and...”

“Kriff.”

“Yeah, kriff.’ You ran a hand through your hair, stressed. Now that you'd said it out loud, it was more real.

“All right, don't worry, I'm here to help you.” She rested her hand on your knee, with a reassuring look. “Here's what we'll do. I'll call a medical droid and he'll check you out. Don't worry, he's the one who attends to me, so none of this will leave from here.”

You nodded, your heart feeling warm from your friend's affection. “And whatever the result, you've got me. We're in this together, okay?”

You leaned in to hug her, whispering thanks. You felt tears threatening to come, you were so glad to have such an amazing friend like Padmé. Jedi were supposed to control their emotions, but right now you were failing a little bit at that. Maybe it was hormones... No. You had to think positive, it was probably something else, you weren't unlucky enough to get pregnant in the middle of a devastating war.

Half an hour later, you were lying on Padmé's bed, a medical droid examining you. “How long is your period overdue now?”

“Almost a month.” You mumbled. Padmé was sitting next to you, one hand on her belly and the other holding yours gently.

“Very well, I have your diagnosis.” Announced the droid after analyzing the results. “Miss... Naberrie?” you nodded. You had given Padmé's real last name so there would be no data of yours reaching the temple. “You are pregnant, approximately six weeks. Congratulations.”

Your heart dropped. You felt Padmé get up and escort the droid out, but your mind was elsewhere. This can't be happening. Your breathing was racing, your gaze fixed on one point in the room as your thoughts collapsed. What am I going to do? This is bad.

You were pale, an uncomfortable warmth running down your neck. Your eyes, wide open, couldn't focus on anything clearly. The air seemed to become thick, and it took you a second to breathe normally.

Padmé came back into the room and sat down across from you, but you didn't look at her. I'm going to be expelled from the Order... Obi-wan is going to leave me. I was so stupid. This can't be happening...

“Hey, hey. Look at me. It's going to be alright, okay?”

You didn't listen to her, you felt a storm in your head, messing up everything you had structured so perfectly. This isn't real. This can't be...

“Hey. Look at me, beautiful.” His hands were now on your cheeks, but you weren't reacting. You hadn't realized it, but you were crying.

Padmé called your name, and you finally snapped out of your thoughts. You looked at her, her eyes were wide and she was looking at you with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yes... yes. I'm fine.” You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, taking a deep breath. You were a Jedi, you couldn't let yourself get carried away with emotions like that. You had been raised not to.

“Alright...Listen to me.” She took your hands in hers. “It's going to be okay. You're going to tell Obi-wan?”

“Well...yes. But, I guess we're in the same boat now.” You let out a chuckle, even though you weren't having fun. “How the kriff do I tell my Jedi boyfriend that I'm pregnant when he's thousands of light years away?”

“Tell me.” Padmé sighed. “How do you think he'll react?”

“I don't know. I mean, it's not like we never brought it up.” Your mind wandered to a conversation they'd had months ago, in their quarters at the Negotiator. “We talked about our lives if we weren't... you know, Jedi Generals in a war that seems to have no end.”

“And what did you say?”

“We'd get married.” You smiled sadly. “We'd go to Naboo -sorry to steal your idea- and we'd have a cabin in Lake Country. Just us and nature.”

“That's beautiful. And the kids?”

“One or two.” You sighed, wiping away tears. “It was...a particularly difficult day, and we'd still be fighting the next day. We thought maybe, you know, it would be the end of us.” You shrugged. “So that's why we set about planning our life in an alternate universe.”

“Hey.” You looked at her. “It's still possible, you know, I've been planning... Maybe I shouldn't say this, but... Some senators and I want to end the war diplomatically. No more invasions, no more sieges. No more death. So our happy ending is still possible. Obi-wan and you, Ani and me. We can be free. Our children could be friends.” You both laughed. “It will be all right, you'll see.”

You nodded. Maybe you were indeed being pessimistic. It wasn't all over.

“There's something else.”

“Yes?”

“That day, Obi-wan told me something. He said that... If I wanted him to leave the Order, I just had to say the word. And he would do it.”

“That's good, isn't it? You can do that. I'll help you in any way I can.”

“No, no. It's just... I know he said it, and I know he means it. But he knows I would never ask him to do that.” You swallowed hard. “The Order is his life, Padmé. I've never seen a Jedi as dedicated as he is. I know, I know we break a thousand rules every day to be together, but besides that, he just... It's what he's made for. And I don't want to be the one to take that away from him.”

“Listen to me. Obi-wan loves you too much, my dear. I know you guys think you're better at hiding your relationship than we are, but it's the little details that make me realize how much he loves you. The way he looks at you, how he talks about you... Kriff, he doesn't know that I know, but when we're talking and he mentions you... I can tell he's deeply in love.”

You smiled, your heart felt warm. “You are more important than anything, more important than the Order, than everything. And he knows that. So you don't have to worry about that, okay?” she stroked your cheek. “It's going to be all right, dear.”

You sniffled, trying to hold back your tears. “Thank you, Padmé. Really. You're wonderful. You know how to comfort me so well, even though you're in the same situation.”

“You don't have to thank me, darling. You know I'm here for you. And I know you're here for me. We'll work it out. We don't need men if we have each other.”

You laughed, nodding and leaned in to hug her. She was right. No matter what happened, at least you'd always have your best friend by your side.

You stayed for another hour in Padmé's apartment, chatting and making plans for when her baby was born. She only had one more month to go, so she told you how she wanted to paint the baby's room at the Naberrie residence on Naboo.

It was past noon when you arrived at the temple. You had one more hour before your class with the younglings, so you would take advantage of it to go to the dining hall. Usually you would prepare something in your quarters, but you were tired. Hopefully, they would serve something good... Or at least something that tasted okay.

As you walked through the halls, you came across a couple of kids running around. Among them, was Kyla, a togruta from your class.

“Slow down, little ones. You might get hurt.”

“Sorry, master!”

The little girl came up to you. She was ten years old and one of the best in the class. “Master, you will teach us today, won't you?”

“That's right, dear.” You crouched down to be on her level. “Lightsaber training. Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

You laughed at her enthusiasm. “Good. I'll see you in class, okay?”

She nodded, and you patted her back, standing up as you watched her go.

You had met Kyla when she was still a little kid, about five years ago. At that time, the temple was a better place. Now everything felt dark, empty. The aftermath of such a terrible war.

"Fond of the little one, you have grown, hmm?" you jumped as you heard those words behind you. You turned around, finding the grand master of the Jedi.

“Master Yoda, you frightened me.”

“Distracted you are. Otherwise, with the force you would have detected me.”

“I'm sorry, Master. I was just watching the younglings... It grieves me to know that they are growing up in the midst of a war.”

“Worry, you must not. Our best effort, we give, so future generations suffer, they will not."

“You are right.”

“To the dining room, you were going?” He pointed down the hall.

“That's right, I'm going to get something to eat before my next class.”

"Leave you, I will, then. Good luck, Master."

You nodded, and gave a little bow to leave. But his voice calling your name stopped you again. "A Padawan, good for you, it would be."

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean, master?”

“If you wanted, Kyla your padawan could be. Small she is still, but in a couple of years she'll be ready.”

You smiled. Your own apprentice. “I would love that, master.”

"Settled, it is, then."

He walked away, leaving you alone. You thought for a moment about what having a Padawan involved. Of course, you would love it, and a Jedi had to have one sometime, yes or yes. You had been lucky enough to be promoted to Master for your front-line achievements, but that didn't mean you shouldn't have one anymore. And you adored Kyla, she was a very smart and strong kid. You would make a great team.

Your chest hurt. Although you were trying to avoid thinking about it, it was inevitable. You were pregnant. There was no way out of it, no easy solution. You couldn't stay in the Order once the Council found out.

But that was hurting you, because you wanted to train her. She had so much potential and you could help her reach her maximum.

You were going to have to abandon her and all your children, whom you adored as if they were your own.

You shook your head, dispelling those thoughts. You had to focus on the present, then you would figure out the rest.

As it turned out, you might have been better off preparing something yourself in your quarters. The food at the Temple was, as always, terrible.

You were about to finish your... whatever it was they had served you, when you were approached by a pink twi'lek. It was Sammi, one of your oldest temple friends. You had met when you were barely younglings, and though you had drifted apart when you became padawans, the friendship was still there.

She called your name, coming to sit next to you. “How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while.”

“I got back a couple of weeks ago, I was sent to be a part of the sieges in the Outer Rim.”

The twi'lek raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Wow. What's it like to be on the front lines?”

Sammi was a Jedi healer, and worked in the temple's medical center, assisting Head Medical Officer Vokara Che. Therefore, she hadn't been sent to fight in the war like you.

“It's... difficult. I know we've been at war for almost four years, but I'm still not used to it.”

“I understand. You're going to stay on Coruscant for a while?”

You sighed. “I hope so, but I wouldn't be surprised if the Council decides to send me back soon.” You glanced at the clock on the wall, you were already running late. “Kriff.”

You stood up, grabbing your tray. “I'd love to stay longer talking, but I have classes. We can meet some other time, catch up.”

She smiled at you, nodding. “Yes, please. We can hang out at 79s, I might run into that lieutenant from your battalion...what was his name, Bones?”

You laughed. Sammi had never been the type to follow the rules, but you couldn't judge her as you weren't innocent either. “Yes, Sams, it's Bones. I'll tell Forge to go with the boys. I heard around that he thought you were cute...”

You liked chatting with Sammi. You felt like a teenage Padawan again, not a Master Jedi General with a hidden pregnancy.

The temple was quiet when you left your last class. It was getting dark, the wind filtered through the wide windows and made you shiver. You had spent a good time with the younglings, those children were hungry for learning and you were more than happy to teach them everything you knew.

You were on your way to your room when you noticed someone approaching you. As you turned around, you found Plo Koon, your master. He called your name warmly.

“Master.”

“My dear. How have you been?”

“Very well, but a little busy. You know, teaching Younglings.”

He chuckled. “I can imagine. You have a gift with those little ones, you know?”

“I worry about them. And for their learning. I fear the war is diverting us from our beliefs as Jedi...”

“I understand why you think that. But don't torture yourself, it will all get better eventually.”

You smiled at him. You were grateful, you couldn't have had a better master. He had always supported you in everything, listened to you and gave you the best advice, even though you were no longer his apprentice.

“I was looking for you, actually.” You looked at him curiously. “I was sent to lead the battle in Cato Neimoidia. We leave in the morning.”

You nodded. In the last three years, you had grown used to farewells like that. “Give Wolffe my regards.”

“I will.” You had fought several times alongside your master and his battalion, so you had had the opportunity to get to know the commander. At first you didn't get along so well, but over time you had learned to deal with his strong personality.

You sighed. You could guess what would happen next. “Now, my child...” He took you by the shoulders affectionately. “As always, take care of yourself. Don't fight too much with the council, and be patient with the younglings.”

You felt like a Padawan again. “I will, Master.”

“And remember, don't let hard times detract from your peace. Emotions are part of you, but you must not let them control you.” You nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile. He probably felt your stress in your bond. “I won't take up any more of your time, you must be tired.”

“You would never do that, master.” You both smiled at each other. “May the force be with you.”

“And with you, my old padawan.”

He watched you for a moment, his gaze transmitting a peace you had always admired. Then, with a final squeeze of your shoulders, he let you be on your way.

You closed the door to your quarters, you were finally home after a long day. After taking a long shower, and changing into your sleeping robes, you lay down on your bed with your datapad.

You had decided to do a few missing mission reports before going to sleep, but a message on your comlink distracted you. As you turned it on, Obi-wan's warm voice flooded your room.

“Hello, darling. Sorry I haven't checked in all day, I've been a little... busy. Anyway, I know it's already dark on Coruscant. If, hopefully, you're not asleep, give me a call. I have a lot to tell you.”

You smiled, dialing his contact. He answered immediately, looking very tired. His hair was slightly messy, he had dark circles under his eyes and a frown. But his gaze softened at the sight of you.

“Darling."

“Hey, love.” You nestled your holo-projector on top of some books. “Where are you?”

“In a utility closet on Yularen's ship.” You raised an eyebrow and he laughed a little. “ Apologies for making you call me so late. You must be busy.”

“Oh no, don't worry about it. I was going to try to report on some missions, but you know... it's really boring. I'd rather talk to you.”

“I'm glad to hear that.” He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. You could tell something was bothering him.

“Are you okay, how did the battle go?”

“It was quite alright. Anakin ended up saving us with a crazy strategy, as usual.”

“Sounds like something he would do.”

“Oh, you would have loved it. The 501st has some new jetpacks that... Sorry, I am rambling.”

“No, that's okay. Tell me about it.”

“No, it's just that...” He sighed. “Something happened, darling.”

Your chest sank. Those words could mean so many things, good or bad. You were mentally preparing yourself when Obi-wan spoke again. “Ahsoka called.”

Your eyes grew wide, staring at him in surprise. You hadn't heard from her since she left the Order, months ago. “What?”

“That's right.”

“And Ani... how is he?”

“In shock.”

“Maker.” You sighed. “And- What happened? Is she okay? In trouble?”

“She's fine. It's just...” He ruffled his hair, an action he did when he was stressed. “'Maul's been found.”

You looked at him silently for a few seconds. You sure looked a little dumb, your mouth hanging open in shock. It took you a while to find your voice again, muttering, “You must go get him.”

“We don't have any information yet. Right now, Ahsoka and Bo-Katan are coming, they'll give us all the information...”

“Wait. Bo-Katan? ...Kryze?”

He nodded. He didn't need to say anything else, for you knew very well who she was.

“Well then wait for them to arrive, and go with them. It's time to finish him off once and for all.”

“It's not that simple, love. And you know it.”

You frowned. “Maul has been causing damage for years. You have a chance to finally defeat him and... what are you waiting for, the council's approval?”

“From what they said, Maul is probably back on Mandalore. You know that because of its neutrality, the Republic can't interfere in the affairs of...”

“That's crap, and you know it, Obi-wan.” He looked at you, a mixture of confusion and surprise in his gaze. “Since the start of the war, we've interfered quite a few times in Mandalore's affairs. You've done it several times. Why not now?”

“It's different. We're talking about a possible siege and...”

“Then do it. I'll go help you myself, love. We're talking about Maul, the thing that has done you nothing but harm. He killed Qui-Gon, he killed Satine...”

From the way his expression changed, and even how he felt in the force, you realized you had come a bit far. You hadn't mentioned Satine since months ago, when Obi-wan had arrived from Mandalore, crying in your arms, for she had died while he was holding her.

“I'm so sorry, I got carried away, I...”

“It's alright.” He interrupted you. “You're right. I'll talk to the Council tomorrow, I'm sure we'll come to a conclusion.” He gave you a smile with his lips pressed together. “Now... can we change the subject?”

“Of course.” You nodded, and his gaze softened.

“How have you been, how's life on Coruscant?”

Your hand automatically rested on your belly. Shit, with so much that had happened, you had forgotten the small detail of your pregnancy. You were thankful Obi-wan could only see your face, otherwise he definitely would have noticed your action.

“Well... They put me back to teaching the little ones. Kyla's gotten a lot better with her lightsaber.”

“Oh yeah?” You had told him about the little one a while back. It was obvious she was one of your favorites.

“Yep. And... I talked to Master Yoda.” He raised an eyebrow. “She can probably be my Padawan. When she's older, in a year or two.”

Obi-wan smiled at you at what he said. “That's amazing, darling. You'll see, having a padawan isn't all it's cracked up to be...”

“Oh well, you say that because you taught Anakin. That's just bad luck, darling.”

They both laughed. “You say that like you weren't his adventure partner growing up. I swear, Plo Koon and I were seriously done.”

“Isn't that a little weird?”

He tilted his head. “What is?”

“That...well, you and I are dating. I mean...you could have been my master. I grew up next to your Padawan. Isn't that weird?”

“It's very different, darling.”

“Why?”

"Well, first of all, you could never have been my Padawan. You're older than Anakin, and I agreed to train him because... you know." No need to bring up past traumas here. "The relationship between a Master and his Padawan is an incredibly sacred thing, and it's nothing like the bond we have. Besides, we barely spoke back then. You were with your friends, with Anakin or with your Master. And we noticed each other when the war started. So no, I wouldn't say it's that weird." He paused. "Darling? Are you listening to me?"

You shook your head, snapping out of your mind. You were distracted by his beauty. It sounds cliché, yes, but you could listen to this man talk for hours and never get tired of it. Shit, you missed him so much.

"Oh, yes. But not everything you say is true."

"What do you mean?

"Mmm, well, maybe, and just maybe, I had a crush on you when I was a teenager."

Obi-Wan let out a surprised chuckle. "Really?

"Yes... But it was a platonic crush. I never thought anything would actually happen."

You were both silent, just admiring each other for a few seconds. You had been through so much, but yout love only felt stronger.

"I miss you." Obi-Wan whispered, looking tenderly at you.

Your chest filled with warmth. You had been stressed all day and hadn't thought about how much you missed your dear. "I miss you too."

And it dawned on you, you could tell him. It was Obi-Wan after all. Maybe it wasn't the best news to deliver through a holocall, but you knew you could work it out together. You trusted him more than anything.

You were about to say something to him when voices came out of the hologram.

"Kark. It's Anakin." He whispered. "He's going to find me with the Force, I have to get out of here."

But before he hung up, he looked into your eyes again. "Rest, my love. I love you."

You smiled at him and replied, "I love you too," before the hologram disappeared.

The sun was just rising when you woke up. It was still early, so you took your time to shower, get ready, and even make a small breakfast before heading out.

The morning was quiet, some Jedi were walking around with their datapads, Padawans and Younglings were rushing to their first classes of the day. You considered going out into the courtyard to meditate, as it helped clear your mind.

What you enjoyed most about being in the temple was the peace. With every step you took, you felt a deep calm, something that was characteristic of the Order.

But as you walked, something changed. At first it was so slight that you hardly noticed it. You felt it in the Force, a slight pulse, a dark echo. It was cold, something that barely touched the edges of your mind, but there it was.

The further you went, the more the perfect silence was broken. The lights seemed to dim and there was something heavy in the atmosphere. You noticed that your footsteps slowed a little, and a tension began to form in the back of your mind. It was as if the air was charged with something you couldn't see, but was ready to burst forth.

And then you heard it. A buzzing sound that grew louder as the seconds passed. It became a thunderous and intense sound. You looked up at the sky, and your gaze was filled with horror as you discovered the source of the sound.

Ships. Dozens of ships invading the planet.

The temple was tense. Jedi and Padawans stopped and looked at each other, all as confused as you were.

The buzzing became a roar. More ships, closer and closer.

A tremor shook the ground as the first explosion was heard in the distance. In a second, screams broke the silence and sirens began to wail.

Without thinking, you began running toward the center of the temple. You had barely processed the chaos when you saw Mace Windu, walking steadily, his face really serious. More than it had been since you had known him.

"Master Windu." You approached. You had barely noticed that you were trembling. "What is going on?"

He looked at you, his dark eyes telling you the gravity of the situation. "Grievous is here." He announced. "Coruscant is under attack."

And in that moment, you knew everything would change.

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Bail left soon after bringing Fox to their rooms.

"I'll be back later", he promised before going. "I'm sure that at least Leia will be coming by before it, though."

The words at least were said a bit too much emphasis to be just simple words. Fox didn't feel the need to comment on it. He knew already what would be coming.

The trembling and overall numbness was receding slightly as he got to sit down. It would take a while for it to go away completely, but that had been his normal for almost twenty years by now. Fox had gotten more than used to just sitting and waiting.

Breha sat down next to him, and wordlessly took his hand to hers. Her fingers begun to draw slow circles first on the back of his hand, and then at his palm. It always helped somewhat with the stiffness of his muscles that would set in with everything else, and she was, by now, just as accustomed to it all as he was.

"Did you see him?" Fox asked. "Cody."

"I did", Breha answered. "I did not get to talk to him, which was, perhaps, for the best. He only found out that you are alive today by accident, as they were escaping the Death Star with Leia. She did not want to leave you behind on Alderaan, and it slipped from her in her alarm. I'm not at all sure what I could've possibly said to him, if anything at all."

Fox nodded. He did not fault Leia in the slightest. She must've been scared out of her mind in that situation, seeing the Death Star looming over Alderaan, and knowing what it was capable of. Fox had also known that there was always the possibility for the truth to come out, but perhaps during the years, the possibility had started to feel too distant to be truly real anymore. He could not come up with anything satisfactory for Breha to say, either, even with all the time to think.

Twenty years was a long time.

"You leave him to me", he said. "He's my brother."

That was still true, even after all the time had passed.

Breha nodded. She squeezed his hand gently.

Fox pushed Cody away from his thoughts for the time being.

"What about Luke?" He asked. "Did you have the chance to talk with him yet?"

"I did, though very briefly", Breha said. "He's rather popular at the moment, as you can imagine, but Leia managed to introduce us. He's a very sweet boy."

She was quiet for a brief moment, contemplating her words.

"He looks very much like his father", she said. "But he has Padmé's smile."

"That's good", Fox said. "Things were always a bit better every time Senator Amidala smiled."

It was strange, all of it. Luke had been another thing that had remained a possibility for so long, simultaneously so far away but so incredibly close. He and Leia had been separated from each other before they had even got to know they had a sibling, but some things were truly impossible to ever truly be separated. Luke was Leia's brother. Always had been, always would be, no matter the distance between them.

Fox had hoped that the moment they met each other would've marked the beginnings of a different world, one that even he had never got to witness during his life.

Well, perhaps, this really was it.

They fell into comfortable silence then, with Breha massaging Fox's hand, and Fox trying his best to get everything he could out of the quiet moment they were having, before everything would get moving again. Leia was going to be here any moment. He would've have to talk to Cody and unpack everything. They would have to leave the base, now that the Empire knew where they were, and that would have to happen sooner than later.

So, for now, Fox simply breathed. He leaned back against the wall and let his eyes wander around the room. It wasn't anything big, just another room that was very clearly still used to storage some items, even though it was meant to be sleeping quarters for two people high on the command chain. Leia and Bail were rarely at the base at the same time, and Fox could see that they had divided the room neatly in half for both of their items, so the other could effortlessly use the room while the other was not there.

There was a flower growing on the desk, one that Fox knew was from the Palace's gardens. A small piece of Alderaan to have, when they were not at home.

Fox felt suddenly a bit ill at the thought of that one single flower being the only piece of Alderaan left. He pushed the thought away the best he could. Alderaan was still there. They were all still alive.

They had survived.

It was at that moment when the door flew open, and Leia ran in.

She stopped in the middle of the room, just for a second, to catch her breath and for her eyes to lock onto Fox, and then she was crossing the rest of the distance and collapsing on Fox's arms.

Fox was still rather numb and stiff, and the trembling had not yet completely ceased, but there wasn't going to be a moment in his life where he would not hold her when she so wanted.

Leia buried her face onto his shirt. She was breathing deeply, in a way that Fox recognised meant that she was doing her best not to cry.

"Leia." Fox stroked her shoulder, where his arm was wrapped around her upper body. "Leili'ika. Let me look at you?"

He gave Leia a moment to gather herself. There were still unshed tears in her eyes when she finally did lift her head to face him. Her hair was falling out of where it had been tied up, and despite all of the relief and the high of the victory that were present on her face, she looked exhausted.

Fox held her a little tighter. She was so small, compared to him, even smaller than Breha. Only nineteen years old, and she had saved them all.

One strand of her hair was falling over her eye. Fox raised his hands to push it back, and to then take her face in them.

"My brave girl", he said. Leia smiled then, wide and bright, though it was preceded by a slight sniffle.

"Would've been easier to be brave, if I hadn't had to worry about you", she said, her voice airy with held-back laughter, the accusation falling just a little bit flat because of it.

"I know", Fox said anyway. "I'm sorry. You did it all, still. I couldn't be more proud of you."

He leaned his head forward, and Leia immediately did the same, letting her forehead rest against his, her hands still grasping onto the fabric of his shirt a bit too tightly. Fox did not feel the need to say anything. If she needed the simple comfort, he would always give it to her.

"Have mama and papa told you yet?" She asked after a moment. "That your brothers are here?"

"They did", Fox said. "Cody helped you escape, right?"

"He did", Leia said. "He's just as you always described him as. He has...he has missed you, I think."

"I have certainly missed him", Fox said, though he knew that he had had the privilege of doing so without all of the grief.

"I didn't tell him that you're here, yet", Leia said. "I wanted to see you first."

She leaned slightly back then, her eyes averting his.

"I just", she swallowed between her words. "I was so scared, Buir."

"I know", Fox said. "I was too."

Yet, they had all made it to the other side of it all.

That had to mean something.

[attackofthecats]

Skywalker Family Fic Rec List (pt.1)

This rec list will only have fics with at least 3 of the 4 skywalkers as major characters, and most will have all 4. I’m going to do these in sets of 10 ao3 fics, with a few bonus FF.NET ones at the bottom in case you’re insane like me and have read everything on ao3. More will be coming if this is popular! Let me know if you want a Dad!Vader or even a Padme and kids list.

On ao3 

Out of the Dark Valley 

Rating: T

Word Count: 324,000 (completed)

Summary: 15 years after the events of RotS, Darth Vader discovers a way to time travel backwards through the Force, to the moment in his past he most regrets. This creates an alternate timeline where he has the opportunity to change his and Padmé's tragic fate. But reliving the past and making a new future will prove to be no easy task, and the sins of the father will have lasting effects on the next generation. (AU from Mustafar onward. Ensemble PoV featuring Anakin, Padmé, Obi-Wan, Luke, Leia, and Mara Jade. Skywalker family focus with mild Anidala and LukeMara elements. Background Barrissoka. Rated T for violence and dark themes.)

My Notes: THIS FIC. THIS FIC. Where do I start? It would be worth making the entire list just for this fic. It has everything you could possibly ask for… beautifully developed relationships between everyone + Mara Jade included. I cried multiple times while reading because it does get angsty angsty but it’s SOOOO worth it. Buckle up because it’s a long one. 

In the Past

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences 

Word count: Incomplete but at 185,000 words of good story, it’s well worth the read 

Summary: It's been two months after Bespin, and Luke Skywalker is trying to come to terms with the events that happened there. During a dogfight with Darth Vader, both of their fighters crash. When they recover, they both find themselves on Coruscant at the end of the Clone Wars. Vader still aims to claim his son, but Luke has been taken to the Jedi Temple where he meets Anakin Skywalker. 

My Notes: I’m due for a reread on this one, but I remember flying through the entire thing in a day. Only downside is, there's no Leia buttt the dynamics between Padme, Luke, Anakin, and Obi-Wan are incredible. Bonus points for the dynamic where Vader can’t kill Anakin, as he doesn’t want to kill his future self, but as he’s not yet redeemed, he has no qualms murdering everyone else. Also highly recommend all of Silver Daye’s works, including “The Bargain” (though please mind the content warning for noncon with that one)

On Marche Aux Ciels Brulantes 

Rating: Gen 

Word Count: 11,637

Summary: In the wake of Luke's devastating loss on Bespin, Padmé Naberrie, his mother, makes the fateful decision to tell him - and his sister - the truth. For lies only serve to aid the enemy when they are an agent of evil

My notes: The angst, the characterization, everything is spot on! Great one shot. 

Requiem for a Dream

Rating: Mature 

Word Count: 53,521 

Summary: The world's worst custody battle.

Padme survives (AU) 

My notes: Now, I’ll admit, I haven’t read this one since it was coming out… but I remember scouring for updates, so it must have been good. Contains: Vader, Padme, and tiny Luke and Leia 

meadow lily, desert rose

Rating: T

Words: 11,000

Summary: “How do you do it?”

Luke’s forehead wrinkled, confused. “Do what? Fix the speeder? I can show you…”

“Get along with Mom.”

Oh.

(Padme and fifteen-year-old Leia clash – a lot)

My notes: I’ve read this fic so many times I could recite it in my sleep. Everything by ineedausername1829 is absolutely incredible. They have SO much Skywalker Family stuff, I won’t put it all on this list but go check it out! But this fic in particular… while Anakin/Vader isn’t directly in it, he is present the entire fic. The characterizations are spot on. This is exactly how I would imagine a 15-year-old Luke and Leia, especially without Anakin to temper Leia's anger. Highly recommend giving it a read, it’s only 11,000 words!

Just One Wish

Rating: Teen 

Word Count: 48,995

Summary: On a trip to Dathomir, Anakin Skywalker finds a spell that will grant him one wish. Anxious to return home, he wishes for a way to end the war. As a result, he ends up accidentally kidnapping his future children...moments after they've escaped Bespin. Luke is quite done dealing with his mess of a father, and Leia is convinced telling the future Darth Vader about the future will only make it worse. Desperate, Anakin calls in the only person they might listen to: Padme Amidala. Too bad Padme has a surprise of her own... 

My notes: Another one I need to re-read! I have fond memories of this fic. 

God Forgive You, But I Never Shall 

Rating: Mature 

Word Count: 5,144

Summary:King Anakin returns to the castle a changed man, and Queen Padmé is forced to flee in the middle of the night with her children amidst accusations of adultery to escape his tyranny.

In true Skywalker fashion, all does not go to plan.

AKA a medieval re-imagining of that one ROTS scene

My notes: Medieval skywalkers, medieval skywalkers!! This is more Vaderdala than anything, but the conflict centers around the kids. I absolutely love this story. 

Stand the Hazard 

Summary: A plot from the future to save the past effectively ends Anakin Skywalker's career as a Jedi knight. (Aka a 6-year-old, traumatized Luke is sent back into the past by Obi-Wan- Anakin and Padme deal with the consequences)

My notes: I’m a sucker for time travel stories, especially ones where Luke is sent to the past. This has to be my favorite of all of them. It’s angsty, and hede the content warnings for mentioned child abuse. No Leia until much later, however. 

The Bantha in the Room

Rating: Gen 

Word Count: 1,299

Summary: concept: anakin sitting in the council room bouncing baby luke on his knees as he adamantly denies having children or attachments 

My notes: An absolutely hilarious, short, oneshot. Great for imagining happier times with the Skywalkers. 

Home (yes, another one)

Rating: Gen 

Word Count: 1,998

Summary: In which "Darth Vader" is no more than Anakin's playtime alter ego (happy Skywalker family AU) 

Word count: 1,998 

My notes: A short and adorable one-shot that makes me so insanely happy. 

On FFN

I’m not going to write notes for these because I haven’t re read any in a long time, but if you’ve run out of fics on ao3 this is for you! These are all in my favorites list. 

Padmes Prevarication

Rating: T on FF.Net

 Summary: When Obi-Wan comes to Padmé to ask about Anakin's whereabouts, Padmé lies and tells him that Anakin was sent to Tatooine. This lie prevents Anakin's dismemberment, yet Padmé is nevertheless still horrified at what he has become. 

Home 

Rating: M on FF.NET

Summary: Padme survives at the end of Revenge of the sith. Set approximately 4 years later, she is alone with her twins in hiding, as a memory of the past comes back to haunt her. She makes a choice that leads her into the grasp of her volatile husband. Who is not the man she once knew. Its for those romantic hearts out there like me, but also with plenty of angst

The Skywalker Rebellion

Summary: When the Skywalker twins are born early, they upset Palpatine's plots by making Anakin Skywalker decide to leave the Jedi Order. Destiny changes. The Empire will rise without Darth Vader. When the Republic falls, Padme creates the Rebellion. Together with her husband, her twins, several Jedi, they will fight the Empire. All the while, Fate hangs over Luke Skywalker's head. 

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@grippingbeskar

⭒ A Welcomed Distraction

meeting an old friend, who also happens to now be a member of the jedi council stirs up old feelings, but will you be able to deny them any longer?

⭒ An Unsurprising Development (pt. 2)

after a whirlwind of events, you finally catch the jedi master alone again.

⭒ Had You Said the Words

You made one mistake. One. During the heat of battle, you lost sight of your focus, lost control, all because of one particular member of the council who sits in front of you now, saying nothing.

@deakyjoe

⭒ Absolution

Obi-Wan really should have let his curiosity go and avoided that flower.

@murdockussy

⭒ More Than A Mission

The Jedi council sends Obi-Wan and his two Padawans - Anakin and yourself - on a mission to capture an underground Bounty Hunter. If Anakin's false business deal fails, then you as the backup plan will be sent in to seduce the target - dressed as an escort, bound to send your Master into a jealous rage - while the council capture the wanted man. Will Anakin succeed? Or will you be left to your own distracting devices? And overall, will Obi-Wan be able to contain his deep temptation for you?

⭒ Hearts Finally Mending

Three years had passed since the fall of the Order, and with each day that went by, your heart did anything but heal. It was as if it was doing the complete opposite, an ever-growing ache expanding in depth, you unable to shake the grief you felt for all that remained lost – your home, your friends, and the man you’d thought you’d have by your side forever. 

⭒ Alone

A woman from Obi-Wan’s past - Duchess Satine Kryze - is expected to say at the Jedi temple for two weeks, yourself and Obi-Wan assigned to be her assistants/escorts for the duration of her visit. Will all go smoothly? Or will your secret relationship with Obi-Wan be put to the test?

⭒ Room 24

If you could gather every emotion you felt towards Obi Wan Kenobi, you were almost certain you’d be left with a burning heap of seething hot hatred – almost. 

@moonyswritinq

⭒ Losing You

You could never resist saying no to Obi-Wan Kenobi when he needed your help. It led to a capture by the Sith, and a near death. A daring escape, a battle of hearts and good and evil, and a climax of feelings could hopefully reveal the truth within your hearts.

@kxnobi on ao3

⭒ Volveré

Master Kenobi is assigned to your protection. He tries to ignore the way his flesh yearns for you, trying to remind himself of the Jedi Code whenever you look his way. He can only deny himself for so long.

@RosalindBeatrice on ao3

⭒ Broken Drought

A once-in-a-century storm blows up and you take shelter in your family's abode with your friend, Ben Kenobi.

@wickedscribbles

⭒ When the World Stopped Making Sense

Nothing can prepare Ziva Courtee for the devastating change that Order 66 invokes in her clone trooper comrades

⭒ Tipsy on the Taste of You

Eager to be more forthcoming in your relationship with Obi-Wan, you turn to longtime confidante Padmé for help. The answer she provides opens up more doors than you would’ve dared to imagine.

⭒ Under My Wing

When you’re assigned a new Master at the age of twenty, you’re not sure how the pair of you will get along. However, you soon learn that there are many perks to being Master Kenobi’s Padawan.

⭒ You Make My Dreams

It’s not every day a Jedi walks -- or falls -- into your library. This one introduces himself as Obi-Wan Kenobi, and in the span of one book recommendation he’s charmed his way into your every thought. You never would’ve thought the feeling would be mutual, but then again, he’s full of surprises.

@hellotherekenobi

⭒ Temptation's Kiss

The three times Obi-Wan almost kissed you and the one time he did.

@saradika

⭒ You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

On paper, it sounds perfect. You’ll be his date, as long as he’ll be yours. Never having to be alone, no awkward moments with a stranger. It’s just too bad that you are hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with him.

@lovelybucky1

⭒ sneaking into your room

Attachment isn’t the Jedi way. Obi-Wan knows he shouldn’t be sneaking to your quarters in the middle of the night, desperate to hold you. He should be in his own room, sleeping or meditating the desires away.

@mischiefling on ao3

⭒ Bad Idea, Right?

Your friendship with Lord Kenobi, the unofficial heartthrob of Coruscant, isn't a bad idea, right?

@kagvne

⭒ Like Turning On the Light

After Obi-Wan gets you and Leia back from the Fortress Inquisitorius, the feelings you have been stifling finally come to surface on your way to Jabiim.

@ddejavvu

⭒ Betrayal

months into the war and it's not as exhilarating as you'd hoped - not for your battalion, anyway. when the air conditioning in your compound blows, an old friend brings his tech genius of a padawan to fix it for you. while anakin is working, you convince his master to spar for old times' sake, and simple adrenaline gives way to a landslide of long-buried feelings neither of you should have for each other.

@star-whores-a-new-hoe

⭒ Comfort of Strangers

You and all of Queen Amidala's handmaidens are stuck on Tatooine waiting for Qui Gon to get the hyperdrive parts you need. With all the stress and anxiety of escaping Naboo, the good-looking Palawan stuck on the ship with you looks like a good distraction.

@talkfastwalkfaster

⭒Serenity

[darth-jess]

What do you think was the breaking point for anakin?

Oooo another WONDERFUL question! Sorry, but this is about to be a long post, because this truly deserves a long answer.

I think Anakin's breaking point comes the moment he discovers that Palpatine is the Sith Lord. In the movies, this plays out rather quickly, but in the Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover, Palpatine builds very slowly to his "big reveal" and it is absolutely horrifying and wonderful and terrible.

Anakin goes to the Chancellor, to tell him that Obi-Wan has engaged General Grievous and that the Clone Wars are almost over. However, Palpatine is very direct with Anakin, telling him that Grievous and the Clone Wars are merely "a distraction" at this point. He tells Anakin that the Jedi Council is "about to make its move" and take over the Republic.

Anakin thinks the Chancellor is being a bit dramatic, but Palpatine quickly reminds Anakin that the Council continues to hide things from him, that even Obi-Wan is hiding things from him. And poor, exhausted Anakin (who has not slept in days– weeks?– for fear of his nightmares) cannot come up with a good response in defense of the Jedi. He tries, he really does, but this man is exhausted.

Palpatine then admits he is aware of Anakin and Padmé's marriage, that he has only pretended not to know to "spare [him] discomfort."

And this is where Sidious feeds Anakin his poison, this is where he sinks his teeth in and Anakin is too exhausted to notice until it's far too late.

Palpatine asks Anakin to think about what he wants, and once more, Anakin has no idea how to answer.

Anakin plays along, choosing increasingly more expensive things, and each time Palpatine tells him he will grant it to him. Eventually, Anakin gets tired of this "game" and chooses something so ridiculous:

"All right," Anakin said softly. "Corellia. I'll take Corellia." "The planet, or the whole system?" Anakin stared. "Anakin?" "I just–" He shook his head blankly. "I can't figure out if you're kidding, or completely insane." "I am neither, Anakin. I am trying to impress upon you a fundamental truth of our relationship. A fundamental truth of yourself." "What if I really wanted the Corellian system? The whole Five Brothers– all of it?" "Then it would be yours. You can have the whole sector, if you like." The twin gleams within the shadow sharpened. "Do you understand, now? I will give you anything you want."

Anakin is not stupid.

Even exhausted and alone, he realizes that nobody would grant such things without getting something in return. Of course, Palpatine only answers by telling him that he only need do what he wants, what he feels is right. Palpatine says:

"You can have every one of your dreams. Turn aside from the lies of the Jedi, and follow the truth of yourself. Leave them. Join me on the path of true power. Be my friend, Anakin. Be my student. My apprentice."

Anakin is too tired and too afraid to really consider his wording, he is so confused and isolated. The scene continues:

"I know what you truly want," the shadow said. "I have only been waiting for you to admit it to yourself. A hand–a human hand, warm with compassion– settled onto his shoulder. "Listen to me: I can help you save her." "You–" Anakin blinked blindly. "How can you help?"

And this is where Darth Sidious reveals himself, this is where he admits that Darth Plagueis was real, that Plagueis was his master before he killed him.

"You," he said. Suddenly he was neither dizzy nor tired. Suddenly everything made sense. "It's you. It's been you all along!" In the clean blue light of his blade he stared into the face of a man whose features were as familiar to him as his own, but now seemed as alien as an extragalactic comet– because now he finally understood that those familiar features were only a mask. He had never seen this man's real face. "I should kill you," he said. "I will kill you!"

Anakin's first reaction is to kill him, because he realizes that this whole time, his friend, someone he looked up to like a mentor, like a father has been lying to him. And not only that, but he is the Sith Lord that the Jedi have been hunting, the Sith Lord that started this war.

As the scene continues, Anakin wishes Obi-Wan were here, he knows Obi-Wan would know what to do, what to say. But he is alone. And while Anakin doesn't know it yet, his isolation is deliberate. Because Palpatine knew, that if were surrounded by those who loved him– Padmé, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan– that Anakin might not fall.

And then, Palpatine delivers the final blow:

"Perhaps not. Perhaps it's simply a question of whether you love Obi-Wan Kenobi more than you love your wife."

This, I believe, is Anakin's breaking point.

Though I think there are also very good arguments to be made for other moments as his "breaking point" (when he sits in the Council chambers, staring out and thinking of Padmé as he cries for the choice he is about to make; when he makes the choice to return to the Chancellor's office; when he takes action against Mace Windu and cuts off his hand to stop him from assassinating the Chancellor) THIS is the moment the black poison of the Sith is injected into his mind.

And every moment after this is just a side effect of that poison burning through him.

What do you think? Is this Anakin's breaking point? Do you guys have a better one?

[anghraine]

I know this isn't only an autistic thing or always an autistic thing, but over the least few years, I've realized that a lot of my difficulties with humor are not actually with humor itself. If anything, there are specific kinds of humor that really work for me and I end up laughing so much harder and longer than everyone else that it's uncomfortable or embarrassing.

But a lot of popular humor fundamentally relies on saying things that aren't true. Sometimes this is drastic exaggeration, sometimes it's OTT parody that is far more about Being Funny than about the actual thing being parodied, and often it's flatly false and that's what is supposed to be funny about it. And yes, that's a humorless and ungracious way to describe that kind of humor—I don't mean to say that this is objectively bad or something.

I even understand the jokes intellectually. But in the vast majority of cases, there is something deeply unfunny to me about jokes reliant on something that is either obviously untrue or which I firmly disagree with.

I've seen quite a few posts recently about how, in online fandom, mocking your faves or being amused at other people mocking your faves is an important part of fandom culture. But for me, jokes about my faves based on things they actually said or did, or qualities they clearly possess, can be very funny, while jokes that are based on misrepresentations—even obvious, it's-all-in-good-fun-and-we-all-know-the-truth misrepresentations—are tedious at best.

For an easy example: Anakin and Luke Skywalker are two of my main Star Wars faves. Jokes about sand or Anakin mass-murdering children in his good phase or Luke being far less concerned than Han over the revelation of who his twin is or "it's not faaaaair" can still be really funny to me when told right. Jokes about Anakin obviously mind-tricking Padmé or Luke being obviously an eternally optimistic loser twink are intensely annoying to me regardless of context or delivery, not because they're comparably objectionable or anything but because they're not true.

Functionally this does cut out a lot of humor—especially online humor—but it's not that I literally don't understand it. I get it. I just don't get it.

[himboskywalker]

you're so real about how normies can almost "ruin" something you love!

i feel like the prequels in particular have been totally subjected to revisionism, ESPECIALLY the past few years. i remember everyone hating them, being horrible to the actors, calling the trilogy cringe. i was there, on the playground and in the school cafeteria during the 2000s, mind you, defending the prequels with my life against the very same people who are now claiming to have always loved them...

but the worst thing to me is how everyone is diminishing the prequels and ignoring how they follow a classical tragedy narrative and provide thoughtful commentary on concepts like love, fate, colonialism, warfare, justice, duty, discipline. instead, all normies talk about is how they too would crash out like anakin did if they lost padmé, or how they would join the dark side if only to be with anakin because he's so hot when he's fallen, or how they think the jedi were evil and palpatine's empire is the only solution.

and maybe i'm reading too much into things (i know i am) because the prequels are so close to my heart, but it drives me nuts that other people are misinterpreting their meaning, being weird about the themes/lessons, and trying to gaslight themselves into liking it when they've previously demonstrated they actually don't

sorry for the rant, but you've inspired me to speak my truth 🫂

Speak your truth!!!

I think TikTok in particular is a giant reductionist echo chamber a lot of the time and can be very frustrating to stumble upon simplistic commentary on stuff you care a lot about. A lot of it is memes and jokes (which I’m totally for) but I keep accidentally stumbling on “hot takes” videos or people “deconstructing” the characters or narrative and it makes me want to bite someone (and not in the fun way) lol

But Anakin is not for the fuckboys!!!! He’s for me and you and all the other little gremlins that get it!

[skyguytoast]

ALMOST HERS, ENTIRELY YOURS: AOTC!ANAKIN X PADMÉ'S YOUNGER SISTER!READER

BEFORE CHAPTER THREE

SYNOPSIS: As Anakin waits for you under the setting sun, a misunderstanding shatters the moment and sets a storm in motion.

WARNING: angst, character death

WORDS: 3.6K

A/N: hi, my loves, how are you? as always, college is killing me, even with too much work drowning me, i couldn't help but write another chapter for this fic that i love💖, and that made me feel so much like i belong to the fandom. anyway, enjoy reading, comments, likes, suggestions are welcome, and if you want to ask for a request, don't be shy. 🥰💖 dividers by @/enchanthings

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

With each passing day, the feelings between you and Anakin seemed to bloom, quietly and inevitably. It began with small things, fleeting comments, shared glances, the way your laughter lingered after you'd gone. Like seeds scattered in fertile soil, these moments were subtle, almost unnoticeable at first. But every time you spoke, every time you whisked him away on one of your whimsical adventures,  where duty didn’t hang like a shadow over his shoulder, where he could breathe, laugh, live without restraint, those seeds were watered, nurtured, fed by freedom and connection.

Until suddenly, it was impossible not to notice the garden growing between you. Feelings had taken root. Blossoms unfolded, vibrant and uncontainable.

To Anakin, you were sunlight. A bright, golden warmth that cut through the clouds of his world. No matter how heavy his heart felt, crushed beneath the weight of the Jedi Order’s expectations, the relentless pressure of being the Chosen One, the swirl of others' hopes or the imagined weight of them, your presence had a way of making it all fade. You were a reason to feel human again. To be someone who deserved joy. Who deserved to be loved, especially by someone like you.

That was why he stood now on the deck of the lake house, arms folded on the stone railing, staring out across the still, glassy expanse of water. The lake shimmered with the last golden light of afternoon, wrapped in the lush emerald cradle of Naboo’s forests. The soft hush of breeze moved through trees and flowers, everything calm and perfect, the kind of beauty that demanded reverence.

It had been here, just hours earlier, where he’d let himself laugh freely, falling into the water with you, letting go of everything. He had felt light. Real. But now, with the words he needed caught in the back of his throat, nerves pressing against his chest like armor he couldn’t shed, Anakin was once again tangled in doubt. He rehearsed what he wanted to say over and over, tripping through his thoughts, feeling ridiculous, like a boy pretending to be a man. Which, in truth, was how he often felt when it came to you.

He was so lost in it, in his overthinking and hesitation, that he didn’t even hear the footsteps at first. Only when the soft sound of silk brushing over stone met his ears did he stir slightly.

"I always liked to stay here and watch the way the lake kisses the sun when it sets," Padmé’s voice came gently, melodic and wistful as she stepped beside him. She didn’t look at him right away, only out at the horizon, her eyes tracing the edge where water met light. "I like to think of them as two hopeless lovers — always reaching for one another, knowing they can never really stay, but still stealing what time they can, again and again."

Her words cut through the moment like the softest kind of blade. Anakin blinked, finally turning to her. And for a second, he forgot how to breathe.

“It’s, uhm... an interesting thought,” Anakin replied hesitantly, his fingers drifting to the back of his neck in a familiar gesture of nervousness. His blue eyes, always so expressive, couldn’t help but flick toward the woman standing beside him.

How many nights had he dreamed of her? How many times had he whispered to the stars, asking the universe to bring her back to him? To see his angel again, to have her look at him like this? And now here she was, golden in the sunset light. But the tangle of emotions inside him, he couldn’t even begin to unravel it. It was too much.

“Have you ever imagined yourself doing something else?” Padmé asked softly, her voice carrying that soothing cadence that always made people feel safe. Her brown eyes met his with warmth, inviting him to share a part of himself. “I mean… if you weren’t a Jedi, what would you be?”

The question caught Anakin off guard. He said nothing. He had never let himself think about the answer, maybe because the truth was too painful. If the Jedi hadn’t taken him in… if he hadn’t been declared the Chosen One… then what? He would probably still be a slave, slowly wasting away in Watto’s shop, dying from the wear of poverty or mistreatment. 

Maybe, if luck had shone on him, he could’ve bought his freedom. Maybe he and his mother would’ve managed to own a tiny piece of land, raise what livestock the desert allowed. Maybe, just maybe, he would have had something that was truly his.

Padmé mistook his silence for hesitation and filled it with her own dreams. “I think I’d choose a life in the countryside,” she said gently. “Waking up to the sound of birds, watching the sun rise and set… those little things that feel ordinary, but I never get to enjoy.”

She turned to face him fully, her brown eyes softening as they met his. A faint smile curved her lips. She rose on her toes, and before he could say a word, she whispered, “Falling in love… that would be nice,” and pressed her lips tenderly to his.

Anakin froze. His mind blanked. Padmé was kissing him. And he was awake. For ten years, he had built this moment in his head, sculpted it from longing and devotion, playing it out in silent fantasies, believing that if it ever came true, it would be the peak of his happiness. The woman he had idealized since boyhood was here, choosing him.

He should’ve felt fireworks, but he didn’t. There was a part of him that swelled with pride, that the unattainable angel would lower herself to kiss him, to return his feelings. And yet, it didn’t feel like triumph. The kiss was soft, sure. Her touch was real. But it didn’t bring warmth or light. It brought… nothing. No breathless rush. No spark of euphoria. No desperate need to fall deeper. Just pressure. A silence where he had expected music. It hit him like a wave: this wasn’t the love he was meant for.

Maybe, if you hadn’t come into his life, he would’ve clung to this moment, convinced himself that this was everything he ever wanted. But you had. You, with your wild laugh, your fearless spirit, the way you saw him not as a Jedi, not as a legend in the making, but as Anakin. Just Anakin.

You had carved your name into his heart so effortlessly that now, standing here with Padmé, he realized there was no more space for romantic illusions. He had outgrown that version of love, bright and distant and untouchable.

Padmé would always be important. His first love. A symbol of innocence and hope. A friend, perhaps. A memory. But what he felt now… it wasn’t love. Not the kind that grew roots. Not the kind that made him feel alive. It was time he stopped chasing ghosts and started following the sun.

However, the universe seemed to be playing a cruel trick on you. Because just as Anakin was having a revelation, finally understanding that he was deeply, unmistakably in love with you, you were walking toward the lake, heart light with anticipation… only to witness the boy you loved pressing his lips to your sister’s.

At first, your mind refused to process it. It didn’t make sense. Why would Anakin invite you to meet him if he was going to kiss Padmé? He wouldn’t be so heartless… would he? He wouldn’t ask you to talk, to come see him at the lake, just to rub his happiness in your face.

At least, that’s what you had believed, but your belief shattered in the silence between blinks. Your vision blurred, your throat tightening painfully. Tears welled and spilled freely down your cheeks as your heart cracked open in quiet, stunned betrayal. You didn’t wait for explanations. You couldn’t. You turned away, not just from the lake, but from Anakin, from Padmé, from the fragile hope that something real might bloom between you and the Jedi boy with the sky in his eyes.

Once again, you were swallowed by your sister’s shadow. No matter how far you tried to run, it always managed to find you.

Back by the lake, Padmé and Anakin stood in stillness, their kiss already fading into discomfort. They said nothing at first, letting the tension stretch between them like a pulled thread about to snap. Neither knew what to make of it.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” Padmé said finally, her voice low and uncertain. She kept her eyes on her hands, twisting her fingers in the fabric of her dress.

“No,” Anakin agreed, just as softly. “I should’ve stopped you.”

There was no anger in his tone, only clarity. The realization settled over him like the cooling dusk air: he had spent so many years chasing an idea. But now, in the presence of the real thing, he understood that his heart had already moved on. It belonged to someone else.

Padmé studied him briefly, reading the truth in his face. Then, smoothing the folds of her dress, she said, “Well… I’ll be in my office. When you’re done, whatever it is you’re doing.”

She turned and walked away.

Anakin remained where he was, staring out at the shimmering surface of the lake, the wind moving gently through the trees, the sunset painting the world in gold and rose. It was beautiful, peaceful in a way he rarely felt. A moment meant to be shared. And you… you would have loved it, but you didn’t come.

He checked the chrono on his wrist again. Then again. He waited long past the time you had agreed on, unwilling to give up in case you were just running late. But when the sun disappeared completely and the first sliver of the moon peeked through the drifting clouds, he finally sighed, defeated.

You weren’t coming. He walked back to the palace in silence, returning to his assigned role as Jedi protector. But his mind wasn’t on his duty. He couldn’t understand it. You had seemed so connected the day before, so in tune, like your hearts beat in the same rhythm. Had he misread everything? Had he imagined the warmth in your eyes, the way your hand lingered just a little longer in his?

Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe you only saw him as a friend.

Maybe this was exactly why Jedi were told not to form attachments, because now, the absence of your smile was enough to plunge him into confusion, self-doubt, and longing. You were his light, and without you… his world dimmed into shadows.

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Later that night, Anakin jolted awake, breath ragged and skin slick with sweat. His forehead, hair, and shirt were damp, clinging to him like the weight of the dream that had just gripped him. Another vision. Another tormenting flicker of his mother. Shmi.

Though the Jedi had taken him away from her years ago, she never truly left him. Through the Force, she was always there, a comforting presence in quieter moments, a piercing ache in the painful ones. Tonight, her presence was agony. He hadn’t seen her clearly, but he had heard her. The screams. The sobs. Her voice calling his name, pleading for him to find her, to save her from something unspeakable. The pain in her voice made his stomach twist. He could feel it in his bones, the way you feel the pull of a planet you can’t quite reach.

His heart thundered in his chest, each beat harder than the last. He tried to slow his breathing, to will himself calm, but the Force pulsed with too much intensity. He couldn’t stay in bed, not after that. He knew the teachings, attachment clouded judgment. Obi-Wan had tried to guide him to let go. But how could he?

He felt too much. He always had.

Barefoot and tense, Anakin padded through the dim hallway toward the lake house’s sitting room, dragging his fingers through his damp curls. He moved silently, careful not to wake Padmé or her family. But as he passed the archway near the kitchen, a soft glow caught his eye.

The stove light was on.

You stood near it, wrapped in a long cardigan, tending to a green kettle gently hissing with steam. The sharp, earthy scent of herbs floated through the air, calming in contrast to the storm churning inside him. You didn’t speak or turn your head, but you must have sensed him there. With quiet care, you poured the tea into two mugs and added a spoonful of honey to each.

Without a word, you crossed the room and offered him one. Anakin was still frozen near the threshold, shoulders tense, his mind clearly somewhere far away, somewhere painful. You didn’t press him. You simply placed the mug into his hand and gently guided him to the couch, settling beside him in silence.

The mug was warm in his hands, grounding. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed that. Two steaming cups. One quiet night. And the kind of comfort that didn’t need words to be felt.

“Did you lose sleep?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t answer right away. Your eyes stayed fixed on the wall across from you, tracing the edges of the old decorations that had lined it since your childhood. You knew every detail by heart, the soft cracks in the paint, the faded color of the wooden trim, but suddenly, it was the only thing you could look at.

You shook your head silently.

The air between you grew still, stretched thin by the weight of unspoken thoughts. Anakin could feel it, you wanted to say something, but the words clung stubbornly to your throat. He understood too well. He was sitting with his own silence, his own turmoil barely caged beneath the surface. He wanted to speak, to pour out everything, to tell you how much your presence soothed him, but he didn’t want to burden you. He couldn’t bear the idea of you stepping away from him too.

“What happened?” you asked, your voice soft, barely above a whisper. Your smaller hand reached for his, resting gently over his trembling knuckles. Your thumb brushed slow, steady circles over his skin.

He opened his mouth, instinctively ready to say nothing, to deny everything, but you stopped him with a single look. Gentle. Patient. Certain. “What’s in your heart?” you murmured.

And just like that, the dam cracked. His carefully maintained facade, the Jedi calm he tried so hard to wear, it all crumbled. He couldn’t hold it anymore. The fear, the confusion, the guilt, they poured out in fragmented sentences.

He told you about his dreams. The ones that kept clawing at him night after night, visions of his mother calling for help, her voice raw and pleading. He described how he could see her crumpling into his arms, fragile and slipping away, yet somehow still hoping he would find her. Still trusting in him, even in her final moments.

“Where is she?” you asked quietly.

Anakin blinked at you, caught off guard. That wasn’t the question he expected. He thought you’d reassure him, or worse, tell him it was just a dream. But you didn’t.

“Can you tell from the dream?” you pressed gently. “Where is she?”

“…Tatooine,” he murmured at last. His voice sounded far away. His eyes were heavier than usual, carrying a sadness as deep as the desert sands that raised him.

You nodded once, firmly. “So, what are you waiting for?”

Anakin looked at you, stunned. You took the mug from his hands with calm precision and stood, your tone steady but kind.

“Go prepare the ship,” you said. “I’ll talk to Padmé. If she says she wants to go to Tatooine…” You offered him a soft smile, the kind that made something inside him ache in the best way. “Well, your duty is to follow her, isn’t it?”

For a second, he just stared at you, wondering how you could see him so clearly. And then, without another word, he stood. Because for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel lost, he felt seen. And that changed everything.

When you met again, Anakin already had everything prepared, the hyperspace coordinates programmed, the ship ready for takeoff. All he needed was the signal. Padmé stepped inside the cockpit with you, a solemn look in her eyes as she gave a small nod. That was all the permission he needed.

Time blurred after that.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, the ship emerged from hyperspace and touched down on the coarse, sunbaked surface of Tatooine. The desert wind howled as you made your way to the Lars homestead, following the thin thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, Anakin's mother was still waiting for him.

But reality was cruel.

Shmi Skywalker was no longer with Watto. She’d been sold, married, then taken. Lars and his son Owen tried to rescue her, but failed. Cliegg paid the price with the loss of his mobility, now confined to a wheelchair. The hopelessness in their voices was heartbreaking.

Anakin barely spoke. The moment he confirmed what had happened, he left. No hesitation. He made sure you and Padmé were safe, then vanished into the desert alone, swallowed by the sands that raised him.

While your sister walked with Beru, listening to the soft-spoken girl talk about the farm, about Shmi, and the helplessness that hung over the family, you stayed behind, waiting, worrying.

When Anakin finally returned, night had already fallen. The twin suns of Tatooine were gone, leaving behind a dusky, starless sky. He stepped off the speeder, a worn cloth bundle cradled in his arms. Your breath caught.

You didn’t need anyone to tell you what it was.

Owen and Cliegg rushed to meet him, their faces crumpling with shared grief. The family moved quickly to prepare a modest burial site in the backyard, an act of love and finality for the woman who had bound them all in different ways.

You stood beside Anakin as he laid his mother to rest.

He didn’t speak, but the anguish in his eyes said everything. His jaw was clenched tight, his shoulders tense as stone. You could feel the storm inside him: grief turning to guilt, guilt festering into rage. He blamed himself for not coming sooner. He blamed the Jedi for not trusting his instincts. He blamed the Sand People. He blamed Watto. He blamed the Force itself.

And even in her last breath, Shmi had told him she loved him. That she was proud.

That broke him more than anything else.

How could she be proud? He couldn’t save her. If he couldn’t protect his own mother, what kind of Jedi was he supposed to be?

The burial ended with no words, just silence and dust. And then, he vanished again.

While everyone else lingered, mourning in quiet pockets of the yard, you noticed Anakin was gone. Slipping away unnoticed, like he wanted to be alone with the weight he carried. You followed him.

Inside the Lars home, tucked into a small back room carved into the sand-colored walls, you found him. He stood at a table, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were pale. His head was bowed, shoulders stiff with grief and fury.

The air around him buzzed with tension. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of grief pressing in from every direction. You didn’t speak, not yet. You just stood in the doorway, your presence steady, waiting for him to let you in.

You approached him slowly, each step soft and careful. You didn’t want to startle him. You didn’t want to be shut out. But more than anything, you wanted to respect his silence, to honor whatever storm was building behind those clenched fists and shadowed eyes.

You stopped beside him, close but not touching. Your body still, open. Waiting. Gently, you tilted your head, trying to meet his gaze.

He didn’t look away. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with grief, and beneath the redness, a fire raged, flickering with guilt, with fury, with something darker that didn’t yet have a name.

“Anakin,” you murmured, his name slipping from your lips like a balm, like a prayer. Your smile was soft, comforting, though your heart ached just looking at him.

His voice came next, hoarse, hollow. “I killed them all.”

Your brow knit in confusion.

“Not just the men…” he choked, his throat raw from holding it in for too long. “But the women. And the children too.”

The words hit like cold wind. The devastation in his tone was palpable, he spoke not with pride, not with vengeance, but with pain. The weight of what he had done was crushing him.

“Oh, Anakin…” you whispered, arms opening instinctively, offering him a place to fall apart.

And he did. He sank to his knees before you, burying his face in your stomach as though trying to hide from the world, and from himself. His arms wrapped around your waist, clinging tightly, desperately, as thick, hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

He tried to speak again, but no words came. Just a broken sob. You held him, fingers slipping into his sandy blond hair, brushing gently as you murmured soft breaths into the air. You said nothing more, just existed with him at that moment. Steady. Solid. Safe.

Your touch grounded him. Your presence brought him back from the edge. It anchored him to the now, to something real. To someone who saw him not as a Jedi, or a weapon, or a failure, but as a man in pain.

In that moment, as his arms clung tighter around your waist and his tears soaked your clothes, Anakin made a promise. He would never let someone he loved die again. He didn’t know how, only that he would fight, tooth and bone, fate and galaxy, to keep you alive and beside him. Until his very last breath.

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[skywalkr-nberrie]

One of the biggest arguments I’ve seen used by the Ob*d*l*s against Anidala, is that scene in the ROTS novel where Padmé says she could trust OW with the secret of the rebellion and was hesitant to tell Anakin and I just wanna say:

Padmé wasn't an idiot. She was an extremely intelligent and competent woman, perfectly able to understand that loving Anakin and thinking that he could be trusted with a certain politic-related matter were two very different things and reducing her choice regarding who to trust with an important political matter only on the basis of her feelings of romantic love diminishes her professionalism, and this is why I say y'all could never understand her.

Padmé didn’t have to "love" OW or even like him at all to know he was the perfect Jedi to ask for help in a secret political matter.

That's the point being made in the novel, she’s hit with the realization that Anakin in this particular moment could not be told this piece of info because of his relationship with Palpatine, and Padmé specifically mentions in the Junior ROTS novel that she didn't want to make Anakin “keep a secret” if he didn’t agree with their stance because it’d be “unfair.” So this also played a part in why Padmé didn’t think it best to inform Anakin about the Rebellion. It honestly had little to do with her actually lacking trust in him, and more to do with the circumstances she was in not allowing her to be open with her husband and her not wanting to make him choose between his wife and his “father figure.”

However, Padmé knows OW’s political ideas aren't tied to ONE particular person but to a philosophy, one which is closer to her own, at that point. None of this was ever meant to be hinted as “romantic” or even remotely insinuated as romantic. It’s strictly professional and even the tone of the scene makes that so abundantly clear.

All I’m saying is that, some of these proshippers are doing the most out here to try and prove their ship, like my loves? You forgot a very important thing called ✨ context ✨ and regardless of her rational thinking, Padmé still went out of her way to try and talk out all of this Rebellion secrecy stuff with Anakin when she confronted him in the scene where she asks if he ever thought they were “fighting on the wrong side.” Padmé didn’t trust OW in the same way she trusted Anakin (with her entire self and being) she had the level of trust and love for Anakin that was only meant for him.

Mixing up her unwavering faith in Anakin as her husband with her trust in OW’s devotion to duty as her comrade/ally is purposely deluding yourself, because the two aren’t the same and therefore can’t be compared. An example of this is: Padmé constantly putting more value to Anakin’s words over OW’s in the end of ROTS when he came to tell her of Anakin’s “crimes”. She completely disregarded what OW had claimed about her husband and instead made her way to where Anakin was herself, to ask him directly. Despite what the truth was, this is proof of her trusting Anakin unconditionally, and I didn’t even think I had to spell that out because it’s as clear as day.

In conclusion, Padmé didn’t trust OW more than Anakin, she just knew the circumstances she was in didn’t exactly make it easy for her to openly talk with her husband about these matters and that’s part of what played into the issues they had in ROTS, it’s exactly what Sidious wanted. This scene in the novel doesn’t exist to imply some hidden romantic undertone that George was intending all along. No, far from that. George was always an “open, , clear and easy to understand” type of storyteller, so if the former was the case, this scene wouldn’t be any different if there was some hidden message or subtext the reader should be made aware of, George would make it obvious. Fact of the matter is, the one and only reason for this scene in the novel to exist is only to show to us as the “reader” that the narrative is tearing apart the Star-Crossed-lovers (Anakin and Padmé.) and visibly putting the two of them on different sides in the story because the consequences of this narrative choice is what will foreshadow and play into the inevitable and great fall of the couple and character in the future. Even the novel makes a very purposeful and clear distinction between “love and trust” in this chapter where all this occurs. Padmé’s dilemma in ROTS was overtly “Love vs Duty” and both GL and Natalie Portman have said so in ROTS features and a perfect example of this is the fact that Padmé loves Anakin, but knew she had to trust OW with the situation at hand. And if you want to talk “narratively” Padmé needed a reason to keep the Rebellion a secret from Anakin, thus leading to Palpatine to sense “betrayal” in Padmé later on, and using that to his advantage to manipulate Anakin even more into getting him to “suspect” her. It’s all spelt out for us and it’s not hard to miss. All it takes is a little media literacy and understanding context.

(Mind you, hypothetically, if this scene existed for literally any other reason, it would’ve been brought up again, but it wasn’t. It’s only mentioned once and exists for only one moment which was meant to serve a certain narrative and then it was done. There’s not much to make of it since the context of the scene is so clear.)

[marvelstars]

You know while I understand completely why Anakin is disliked or hated in the fandom there´s one take about his story with Padme I will never get, the comment about how Anakin beat "poor innocent Clovis" as if he had been innocently just there hanging out with Padme and big bad Anakin came along and decided to beat him out of nowhere, he is even pictured as this kind of "Pro-feminist" character icon while I am like:

Clovis literally tried to force himself on Padmé

Sure he was a Senator like Padmé was but main reason why Clovis didn´t report Anakin beating him out has to do with the fact it isn´t a pretty picture for him, he would have to talk about how he was trying to kiss Padmé agaisnt her will and Anakin lost it when he saw them.

Their first interaction in the clone wars ended with Padmé poisoned, Anakin literally had to carry her out of Clovis house to seek treatment for her because he was allied with the same Federation that send killers towards her when she was 14 and used the opportunity to get the job done.

"Anakin almost kills poor Clovis out of jealousy"

Anakin beat him out because Clovis was trying to force himself on his wife, Anakin is a trained soldier and Jedi with a metal arm and the strongest force user ever while Clovis is a pampered Senator with light self defense training, if Anakin wanted Clovis dead he would have died, if Anakin didn´t hold himself back Clovis would have died with his first punch.

"Anakin was mean and controlling with Padme during this arc"

Anakin remembered the first time Padme tried to use her charm to spy on Clovis she ended up poisoned and tried to warm her about this, sure he was also afraid and jealous but he didn´t want her to be in danger again, yet respected her decision to keep spying on Clovis and after he lost it and beat him he accepted her decision of ending their marriage and guess what? He left her alone, I guess there is one character who understands no is no and it isn´t Clovis.

Later they only patch their relationship back because Padme had to call Anakin for help because Clovis, under pressure from Dooku, almost kills her and she needed Anakin to get her and Clovis out of there. Padmé would not have been in that possition if she wasn´t so confident that she could take care of herself on her own, with only one of her handmaidens help, so called handmaiden was killed because of Padmé´s imprudence.

I like Padmé as a character and I liker her initiative in the prequels, she is an heroice character, she is actually Sidious foil as a politician and sure many fans are like"yas Queen" tell that brute Anakin how it is but the truth is that she isn´t a perfect character and that´s great because well written characters are like that, she also makes mistakes that sometimes cost lifes, she is a complex character like many in Star Wars with virtues and flaws and Clovis most definitely wasn´t any kind of feminist icon as some in the fandom like to picture him.

Actually if this was an AU I actually believe it would have done Anakin and Padme well to stay separated for while to learn to appreciate each other out of a context in which they are trying to ignore their problems at their careers and actually come together stronger as couple but well, then again, if that were the case, ROTS would not have happened and we all know who wanted to keep them together but at conflict with each other in order to drive anakin further into madness and the darkside.

[naberrieslut]

Anakin arrives at his room tired and exhausted, but he opens Tumblr and lies on the bed just to read the various comments he receives about his physique. He likes to show off and he gets hard when he thinks that several people want him.

And Padmé is also a Tumblr user, just like Anakin she enjoys posting racy pictures, but in real life they both hate each other. Anakin can't stand Padmé's behavior and she doesn't like his personality, however online they are more connected than ever (without mutual knowledge.)

Anakin (aka wild-skyguy) has a lot of views on his tumblr and he rarely shows his face. Padmé (sweetgirlmoon) She browses Tumblr and posts photos of herself but only showing her body

Anakin scrolls until he sees an interesting post, he leaves a comment on sweetgirlmoon's photo and she responds immediately.

Soon they exchange spicy photos non-stop, one horny for the other but enemies in real life, what will happen when the truth comes out?

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This is just a synopsis, I've been wanting to write this for a while but I'm still collecting ideas ;) I still don't know what the title will be. English is not my first language so it may contain some mistakes, xoxo 🎀

[galactic-rhea]

Did you have any foreknowledge that Anakin would become Darth Vader? I feel like even if you had Revenge of the Sith must have been quite an experience

Lmao I didn't know that until I came across this gif here in tumblr:

'oh damn'

That said, because of that gif, I did know he was going to be one of the most iconic and recognizeable villains of cinema by the time I started to watch the movies. But, my knowledge of what would happen was very, very narrow, I was very in the dark about it lol

Is easier to point out the things that I knew when starting the movies than the ones I didn't:

-He would lose his limbs (I did not know how, I didn't know he literally burned. And I only knew that he loses his limbs because my partner )

-He kills kids (and that I knew just because a meme that my hubby had to explain to me, but I didn't know the circumstances. In fact, what I pictured was much worse LOL)

-He kills(? Padmé (I asked my hubby if he and Padmé divorced, and he just decided to throw that spoiler at me like "no, he kills her accidentally" without further context and I was like...oh woah okay...I...generally don't like villains that kill their wives but i'll still check that out)

-Samuel L. Jackson is in these movies! :D

-HE IS LUKE'S FATHER OMG OMG AND IS TWINS OMG LEIA?? ...Wait don't Leia and Luke kiss- Oh okay

And sufficient to say: ROTS still destroyed me emotionally, what a trip. But I had a blast watching these movies, and it was also a blast watching the Original Trilogy after that! I was so, so stunned about the end of ROTJ, because seriously I always thought Luke kills Vader even when my interest on SW was below zero.

And no, I still don't know how at 24 i managed to know so little about Star Wars SJNKJNSDF

What I thought would happen in these movies was that my guy here was going to be just this cool merciless villain from about the get-go and we would just met him as an adult already. Like, he would be this dark jedi working by himself ruining the order from the inside, going into murders on weekends and blame someone else for fun, the war would be his doing, and being creepy towards everyone included his wife was probably his hobby, idk, you get it, your basic 'cool lonely villain', like maybe a Sauron of sorts.

And then George Lucas tackled me with... this

Hey, I'm not complaining.

My hiperfixation on Anakin and Star Wars helped me a lot with my depression, truth be told!