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So. There was this rly good fic on ao3 which was an Anidala role swap au, where Padmé is a Jedi and Anakin is a senator. There were two fics actually, one called "Across the Stars", which follows the events of AOTC, and the other called "Fallen Star", which follows the events of ROTS. Because I'm a dummy, I didn't bookmark these beauties and now they only exist in my memory and all I do is cry to Anakin and Padmé's theme. Anyways, here's some sketches I did on the train.





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democratic fic part two
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Four days after meeting Obi-Wan Kenobi for the first time, Anakin has an unexpected and incredibly unfortunate break in his schedule.Â
âAre you sure about pulling down the committee meeting?â He asks, verging on desperate. His eyes look through the tinny figure of his fellow senator and out through the transparisteel windows of his office. Coruscant moves around him, early morning settling gently into early afternoon. âIt was supposed to be four hours.â âYes,â Senator Amidala says very slowly. âAnd everything on the agenda can be discussed via written missive. We do not need to physically meet to discuss things that can wait until after the coming assemblyââ
âBut I think Iâve found a solution!â Anakin interrupts, no longer bordering desperation but rather falling directly into near-begging.
âA solution,â Senator Amidala repeats. âToâŠgalactic slavery in the Outer Rim?â
Anakinâs eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. âYes.â
âOh, by all means then,â the tiny comm figure crosses her arms, tilting her head to look disbelievingly at Anakin. âPlease, tell me.â
Fierfek.
âKillâŠthem.â
âKill them,â Senator Amidala repeats. âKill the slavers?â
â...yes,â Anakin says and then winces, knowing whatâs to come.
Senator Amidala puts her hands on her hips as she tries to stare him down through the poor connection of the holo comm. âAlright,â PadmĂ© decides. âWhat is going on, Anakin? You havenât suggested such a policy since your first year on Coruscant when you actually started learning about how politics worked.â
Anakin scowls and looks away, jaw clenching and then unclenching. Most days, he still doesnât think his younger self was wrong to advocate for the death of all slave owners, but PadmĂ© is right: he knows better now than to say that. Thatâs how he and PadmĂ© have managed to build and maintain their friendship over the years, even though their policies and values couldnât look more starkly different on paper: Anakin swallows his words, and PadmĂ© pretends she did not see him move as though to speak.
âNothing is going on, Senator,â Anakin replies with a mutter, rubbing a hand over his eyes and then down his face. If she is calling him by his first name then it means that the official part of their business has concluded. Reaching up, he unpins his hair and tosses the ceremonial hair-piece to the side. It makes a heavy clunk as it lands on his desk. âI was simply looking forward to that meeting.â
âBanthashit,â PadmĂ© surmises immediately. Anakin scowls. He hates when sheâ âAni, ten years ago if someone told you that one of your four hour long meetings was cancelled, youâd be halfway down to the lower levels by now.â
âMaybe Iâve grown up,â Anakin replies and then winces again.
âIf only the growing up had happened six months ago,â PadmĂ©âs tone turns sharp. âPerhaps before the holonews were flooded with pictures of you pressing some podracer bunny up against an illegal pod we both know youâve been flying for decades, hands stars know whereââ
Anakin remembers exactly where his hands were, but he thinks probably that information is better kept between him, the stars, the woman heâd slept with that night, and all of the users of the Holonet who had thought to raise the brightness on those photos.
âYou almost sound jealous,â Anakinâs mouth moves without his permission, and he canât stop the wince that follows because karking stars, he shouldnât have said that.
PadmĂ© laughs, which is almost more offensive than anything else she could have said. âOf your image in the media? No, I wouldnât say so, actually. Just tell me what is wrong, Anakin. You do not have to pretend to be so alone.â
Anakin feels his eyebrows furrow and a sneer grow at the edge of his mouth. Pretend? Rich, coming from PadmĂ© Amidala, who grew up surrounded by people her age, other girls who adored her, a large family who loved her as well. Anakin did not have to pretend to be alone. He simply is and has been for more of his life than he hasnât.
ButâŠif PadmĂ© is so insistent on being helpful, thenâŠmaybe she could help him solve his sudden and dire problem.
âThereâs this boy,â Anakin tells her before he can think better of it.
Any malcontent seems to wash from her face at this confession, and her mouth falls open in surprise. âThereâs a boy?â Her eyebrows fly down into a suspicious look. âHow young is this boy?â
âScandalously so,â Anakin admits, rubbing the back of his neck.
âAnakinââ
âI know, I do,â he cuts her off quickly. âBut he is a visiting dignitary, the grandson of a Count who wants to get into politicsââ
âAnakin, a boy saying he wants to get into politics does not mean you should take him into your bedââ
âThat isnât whatâs happened, PadmĂ©, come on. He justâhe requested that I escort him around Coruscant for an afternoon, and I couldnât say no, his grandfather and the Chancellor were right there, alright, Iâm not a monster. But I am uninterested in pursuing the boyâthe scandal that being seen alone with him would bring meâŠ.â
PadmĂ©âs eyes narrow. âWhat does this have to do with our committeeâs meeting.â
âI told him that I would comm him should I have free time to escort him, PadmĂ©! I am honor-bound to see that vow to its conclusion.â
The tiny figure of his friend raises her eyebrows. âGenuinely, you are not,â she says, but her words do not soothe the part of him that insists he must follow through on his wordâthe part of him that knows he will be comming Kenobi within minutes of ending his call with PadmĂ©.
âI am,â he insists, resting his hands on the desk in front of him. Perhaps not as gently or as naturally as he would like, he adds, âbut if you were to escort me escorting him, there would be no scandal for the holonews to write about.â
PadmĂ© blinks. âIâm sorry?â âThink about it,â Anakin says, tone edging back into desperation. âIf you accompany me, he will assume we are together and any interest he may harbor for me outside his ambitions in the Senate will dwindle.â Without Anakin having to say anything one way or another, which is the best scenario Anakinâs thought of yet.
Though to be fair, he does not know if Kenobi has any interest in him in that way. After all, he had also flirted with Palpatineâs secretary.Â
But, a tiny, self-satisfied voice points out in the back of his mind, he did not ask her to show him around Coruscant, did he?
He shakes his head quickly to dislodge the thought. What he has to be self-satisifed about, he doesnât know. Kenobiâs appreciation of him, perhaps the boyâs infatuation with him, will only cause him problems if he does not act to rid him of it.
âYou wonât be in any meetings, will you?â he adds innocently, and when PadmĂ© does not immediately scold him for the cheek, he knows heâs won.
After all, they have been good friends for years now, and she stepped up to guide and mentor him when he first arrived on Coruscant to be Senator of Tatooine. Their names are tied together on the holonewsâany scandal that Senator Skywalker invites reflects badly on Senator Amidala.
âAlright,â she relents. âI will join you two.â The edge of her mouth curls up into a smile. âIt will be an excellent jaunt down memory lane, wonât it, Ani? I have not had to act as your shield against suitors since we were in our twenties.â
âYes, well. Who knew you would have to reprise the role?âÂ
âCertainly not me,â PadmĂ© tells him archly. âAfter all, from what Iâve seen, youâve been handling your suitors just fine.â
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Kenobi is, of course, free. His comm message comes through perhaps half a minute after Anakin had sent him an inquiry as to his schedule for the rest of the day, given that Anakinâs own had opened up rather unexpectedly.
Yes, Kenobi types. I will be free at 1700. Perhaps we can meet at the North Entrance of the Senate Sector Gardens? I have always thought they looked beautiful from the outside.
Anakin wrinkles his nose and wonders if he can beg off because of allergies. The Senate Sector Gardens are, in Anakinâs mind, one of the most offensive displays of wealth and greed on Coruscant. They are open most of the calendar year, regardless of the manufactured temperature of the planet. This is because each of the plants grow inside a near invisible force field, one that carefully monitors the temperature and humidity and soil texture of its plant. Itâs Coruscanti artifice at its most beautiful.
But, he remembers, a walk through the gardens has a set beginning and end point: a destination where he can separate from Kenobi, duty fulfilled and honor intact.
Of course, Anakin replies. I will meet you there at 1700.
Kenobi does not respond, and Anakin does not think anything of it until he sees him several hours later, waiting quite docilely with his hands behind his back as he appears to study the entry requirements of the gardens.
He must not have responded to Anakinâs comm because he must have thrown his own down and spent the next five hours getting ready.
Stars.
The curse is apt, at least, as upon his approach, he sees that the boy has placed strategic flecks of silver glitter on every one of his freckles, and the boy has many cascading down his shoulders and back, which is bare to Anakinâs eyes. A silver chain rests loosely against the dip of his lower back. There are freckles made into stars here, too, at the base of his spine, Anakinâs eyes tell his brain, as if this is necessary information to know.
Kenobi turns around, as if waiting for him to get closer. His smile is bright, a flash of white teeth framed by deep dimples. The neck of his tunic stretches almost up to his chin, but his shoulders are bare, the edges of his clavicles visible before the dark blue fabric stretches up his neck.Â
He has woven silvery chunks of metal into the fall of his hair, and they hit the light each time he moves his head even slightly.
Anakin is quite upset to realize that his memory of the boy does not quite do him justice. His eyes are paler, his hair a crisper strawberry blonde. Heâd somehow forgotten the beauty marks on his face, a faint one on his forehead and the other on his cheek. What a great disservice Anakin had done him by forgetting these marks.
âHello, Senator,â Kenobi says, stepping forward and offering up his hand. Anakin would be a fool to take it. He would be a fool to scorn him. He takes his hand and brushes a kiss over his knuckles, lips catching on the cool bands of metal that frame his knuckles. Rings, each with intricate patterns and bright jewels set into them. âYou look lovely.â Anakin does not, of course, having worn the same dark clothes he wore to the Senate today.
âI think the dark tones suit you,â Kenobi adds, hand coming to rest on the large wine-red collar of Anakinâs outer tunic. âIt makes you look powerful.â
âI thought you said I looked lovely,â Anakin replies, taking an unnecessary yet completely rational step closer to the boy. His hand is still extended between them, laying almost on his chest. It looks rather delicateâpale and willowy against the darkness of Anakinâs robes.
Obi-Wan has painted his eyelids a glittering silver, a color just a few shades lighter than his eyes. ItâsâŠenthralling, especially when the boy looks up at him from beneath his pale eyelashes. âDo you not believe that something can be both lovely and powerful at the same time, Senator?âÂ
Anakin has the unignorable and quite worrying feeling that he is looking at one such thing now. The boyâs hand is still on his chest. There are very good reasons why this cannot continue, and Anakin is quite sure he recalls them all.
âPowerful things are not lovely,â he murmurs. âNot by their nature. But lovely thingsâŠâ Kenobi cocks his head as Anakin trails off. A piece of his hair falls out of its delicate arrangement and rests against his cheek. Anakin watches his hand reach out and grasp the strand as if he was not in control of his body. He carefully tucks it behind Kenobiâs ear, only just realizing that the boy has draped his ear with a dangling, sparkling silver chain that wraps along the shell, threads through the lobe and hangs down almost to his shoulder. Kenobi shivers at the touch of his finger. The reaction makes Anakinâs mouth dry. âLovely things are always powerful, one way or another.â
When their eyes meet once more, Kenobiâs seem to have darkened considerably. A faint flush has bloomed across his cheeks.Â
âAnakin!â A voice cuts through the charged moment, and Anakin steps back from the boy automatically, as if heâs been caught red-handed. He hasnât been caught at all.
Obi-Wanâs face shutters at the interruption, though his eyes remain fixed on Anakinâs face, like he expects Anakin to get rid of the intruder and return his attention to Obi-Wan alone.
Unfortunately for him, Anakin had invited this intruder.
âPadmĂ©,â he says, turning from the boy completely to face her. He even holds out his arm for her to loop hers through, thinking that maybe such a gesture is overkill until he catches sight of Kenobiâs sour expression and the way his eyes are focussed with laser-like intensity on where Anakinâs arm is covered by PadmĂ©âs hand. âYou look wonderful.â PadmĂ© had dressed in a soft pink outfit, like the sky just as dawn breaks. With a wide golden headband and her hair loosely braided, she did look wonderful.
And yet Anakin couldnât stop thinking that she paled in comparison to Kenobi.
âThank you,â PadmĂ© replies gracefully, smiling up at him the same way she did when he was twenty and she twenty-five. It makes her look girlish and soft around the edges, and Anakin can barely stop himself from snorting. He knows her too well to fall for such an act after all these years.
But Obi-Wan Kenobi does not.
âSorry,â the boy says, not sounding very sorry at all, âwho are you?â
PadmĂ©âs smile turns a hair more genuine as she turns to look at Kenobi. âMy name is PadmĂ© Amidala, young one. Ani said you were interested in learning more about Coruscanti politics? I am one of the senators of Naboo.â
Kenobi scowls. âIâm twenty-three,â he says, no sign of the temptress angel anywhere in his tone or face. He ignores the last part of PadmĂ©âs question, running his hand over and behind his ear insteadâperhaps subconsciously copying Anakinâs touch.Â
âWhen youâre our age, young one, everyone thirty years and below looks young,â PadmĂ© replies, waving her hand through the air with a slight smile.
âYour own failure to age with grace should hardly color the faces of all those younger than you, my lady,â Obi-Wan says rather scathingly. âSuch a mindset is indicative of an underdeveloped and immature worldview, one I am surprised to hear come from a senator. I am twenty-three.â
His eyes land once more on Anakinâs arm, and his lips soften from a scowl into something more closely resembling a pout.
For a man who insists on being treated like a fully-fledged adult, he certainly knows how to look rather young and indubitably pathetic.
Anakin sighs inwardly and offers his other arm to Obi-Wan. The boyâs face lightens considerably as he accepts it, and Anakin feels suddenly infused with a strange sense of warmth, almost like he can feel the boyâs pleasure wrapping around his mind.
Maybe he canâafter all, the boy was trained in the Force, up to a certain point at least. That sort of control and power isnât so quickly forgotten, despite how many years itâs been since he received a proper education. After all, Anakin had had several lessons in the Force when he was a teenager, once it was clear that even though he was too old to be trained as a Jedi, his connection with the Force was not fading and in fact only growing more feral and out of control.
Instead of simply locking their arms together as Padmé had, the boy curls his hand to rest on top of the length of his arm, bare fingers touching his bare wrist.
The scamp, Anakin cannot help but think. He keeps his face resolutely straight forward as he leads them both into the gardens, ignoring whatever look PadmĂ© is shooting him.Â
What was he supposed to do? The little harlot was pouting up at him like heâd broken his heart and left him for dead simply because heâd given PadmĂ© attentions he hadnât given Kenobi. And Anakin isnât a monster.
âShall we?â He says, not giving PadmĂ© time to speak or Obi-Wan time to protest.
âI hadnât realized you would invite another,â Obi-Wan says finally, after several minutes of tense silence.
Anakin makes sure to shrug artlessly, carelessly. âI remembered you told the Chancellor that you were interested in immersing yourself in Coruscanti politics over this next season. He advised me to bring along another Senator so that you could begin to make connections.â
Obi-Wan falters for half a moment, head snapping to look at Anakinâs face. âHe did?â he asks, sounding rather strange. Perhaps slightly disconcerted that the Chancellor had opinions and advice on his life.
Palpatine hadnât said anything to that effect of course. All heâd said about the Countâs grandson after theyâd left the office had been a short and rather mysterious: âBe careful with that one, my dear boy.â
Anakin hadnât liked the ideaâor rather, the realityâthat even the Chancellor of the Force-damned Republic not only knew of AnakinâsâŠappetites, but also felt the need to warn him away from scandal.
âWhat did he say?â Kenobi insists, hand tightening on his wrist, like heâs considering jerking Anakin to a stand-stil.Â
âNothing of note,â Anakin reassures him. âOnly that it may do me well to help you find your way.â
Obi-Wanâs eyes narrow, as if silently calling the words banthashit in his mind. Heâd be right, of course, but he doesnât need to know that.
A moment later, his face smooths out, as if a change has overcome him. His eyes brighten and widen, and his grip softens significantly. âAnd would you, Senator?â
âUh,â Anakin says, distracted by the appearance of a moue between the boyâs eyebrows. âWould I what?â
âGuide me,â Obi-Wan replies, finally pulling Anakin to a stop in the middle of the garden path. âYou are in need of an aide, I checked the Senate accountant files myself. I know it wouldnât pay much,â his nose wrinkles at the thought, and a part of Anakin has to stop himself from snorting. Most honest jobs would pay less than being a Countâs grandson. âBut I would be such a hard worker. Diligent and passionate.â
âUh,â Anakin says, unsure if the emphasis heâs hearing on certain words really exists or if his dirty mind is tricking him into all the ways Obi-Wan Kenobi could be a hard, diligent, passionate worker.Â
âDo you have a resumĂ© of past work experience?â PadmĂ© asks with interest from Anakinâs other side. He almost startles, having forgotten she was there at all, despite her holding his arm.Â
Obi-Wanâs face scowls as he remembers her presence as well. âI may,â he says shortly.
âI would be interested in taking a look,â PadmĂ© says with all the grace of a queen. âAt least I could perhaps offer some insight. At best, I myself am looking for another aideââ
âI thought all of your staff had to bear a resemblance to you in order to work in your office,â Obi-Wan lifts his nose in the air and turns away from both Anakin and PadmĂ©. âI should sooner die than bear that burden.â
Anakin chokes slightly on thin air and then on the ghost of a chuckle when he realizes what Obi-Wanâs just said. PadmĂ© lets out a vaguely offended noise, and Anakin pats her on the arm. âThere, there,â he says in an undertone as he watches Obi-Wan stalk further up the path from them. The loose chain against his lower back swings with each step, and Anakin finds himself halfway to entranced just watching it move.
âHe is incrediblyâŠ.â PadmĂ© trails off with a shake of her head.
âBeautiful, I know it,â Anakin agrees, running his eyes up to linger on the boyâs rather muscular back.
âI was going to say spoiled,â PadmĂ© replies with an arch of her eyebrow. âConceited, in fact. Catty, not to mention outright rude.â
âThere, there,â Anakin repeats, patting her arm once more. âYou know youâre beautiful as well. The opinions of a twenty-three year old hardly matter.â
PadmĂ© arches one fine eyebrow, but before she can say in return, Obi-Wan is calling Anakinâs name from further onward.
Anakin goes, only realizing he has let go of PadmĂ© when he arrives by Obi-Wanâs side unencumbered. âYes?â
âLook,â Obi-Wan murmurs, eyes fixed on a fully-bloomed light blue rose, growing out of harsh, dry desert soil. âThey say it is from Jakku.â
Anakin hums, looking between Obi-Wan and the rose. âDo you haveâsome sort of connection with Jakku?â âIâve never visited a desert planet,â Obi-Wan tells him lightly, fingers hovering over the forcefield protecting the plant. âTatooine is one though, yes?â
Anakin grunts his agreement.
âDo you believe something as beautiful as this could grow on Tatooine?â
âThis isnât even growing on Jakku,â Anakin points out rather dismissively. âBeautiful, fragile things do not last long on desert worlds.â
Obi-Wan does not reply for long moments, studying the rose. âStewjon is a desert world,â he finally murmurs, allowing his hand to drop once more to its side. âI was shocked when I found outâŠI have no memories of the planet. The Jedi took me when I was quite young, you see. Just a babe. But when Dooku found me, he took me there.â
âI thought you saidââ
âI requested that we leave before the ship even broke atmo,â Obi-Wan admits quietly. âI knew just from circling the planet that it was not my home. It could never be my home.â He looks once more at the rose before turning to study Anakin, expression unreadable. A moment later, his face breaks into a small smile. âIâm far too pale and fair for a desert planet, I would burn to a crisp within a week.â
âWhen Iâve visited Tatooine, Iâve worn light protective cloth and escaped without a single burn,â PadmĂ© remarks, having silently come to stand beside Anakinâs side. âYou do not have to renounce your home just because you feel as if you are ill-suited for it.â
Whatever vulnerable light that had been shining in Obi-Wanâs eyes shutter once more at the interruption. âI like to think that the planet is ill-suited for me, Senator, not the other way around.â
âDoes Serenno suit you more?â Anakin asks curiously, allowing Obi-Wan to take his arm once more.Â
Obi-Wan grins, a small, artificial thing. âDoes it look as if it suits me, Senator?â
Anakin swallows rather uncomfortably. It does, of course. Obi-Wan Kenobi looks resplendent and wonderful and angelic and lovely. He knows better than to say this.
As a group, they move further into the gardens. After perhaps an hour, Obi-Wan stops frowning whenever Padmé speaks, settling into a chilly sort of acceptance rather than throwing out outright insults.
Over a particularly rough patch of cobblestoned path, Padmé trips, and Anakin moves to catch her automatically.
Whatever progress Obi-Wan and PadmĂ© have made withers and dies the moment Obi-Wan turns from examining a hanging vine to see Anakinâs eyes wrapped securely around her waist, her hands braced on his chest.
Thirty minutes of what Anakin can only describe as bitching later, PadmĂ© decides to take her leave. Theyâve barely started through the section of the gardens dedicated to the Mid-Rim planets, but PadmĂ© will not be convinced to stay.
âAni, if he says one rude thing about Nabooâs greenery, we may come to blows,â she tells him in an undertone as Obi-Wan moves ahead of them, carefully examining each plaque beneath each plantâlooking, no doubt, for the ones from Naboo, for no other reason than to release barbed and vitriolic comments.
âPadmĂ©, come on, you know the risk of scandal should Iââ
âIt occurred to me several hours ago that you never said that you did not want to sleep with him,â PadmĂ© interrupts, eyebrow raised. âJust that you were uninterested in pursuing him because of the scandal.â
Anakin flushes. âI am uninterested in sleeping with him.â
Now, both of PadmĂ©âs eyebrows raise. âYou would lie to me so blatantly after I just spent the last two hours putting my life on the line as a favor for you?â
âYouâve hardly put your life on the lineââ
âEither tell him you will not fuck him or fuck him somewhere private. Where no holo cameras can find you,â PadmĂ© says in a very no-nonsense tone.
âPadsââ
âAnd then after, refer him to my office,â she adds, looking down the path at the boy. âHeâs quiteâlethal. If you do not want him as your aide, Iâll take him as mine.â
Anakin blinks. âWhat?â he says. âHe hates you.â
âThen be a dear and fuck it out of him,â PadmĂ© replies archly. âHe could be useful if all that hate was directed a different way.â
âI donât want to fuck him,â Anakin protests far too loudly. His eyes dart to Obi-Wan, but the boy seems distracted by a venus fly-trap from Dereak.
PadmĂ© looks pitying and unamused. âEnjoy the rest of your evening, Ani. Please donât tell me the details.â
Anakin scowls and opens his mouth to argue once more. Before he can, she turns and leaves in a tidal wave of soft pink.Â
He hates it when she does that.
âOh,â Obi-Wan says when Anakin comes to stand next to him. âDid your friend leave?â The brat.
Anakin purses his lips. âShe had somewhere to be,â he lies.
âHow unfortunate,â Obi-Wan lies in return, and Anakinâs lips twitch up into a slight smile before he schools his expression.
âWe should hurry through the rest,â he says, âas it is almost dark.â
âYes, of course,â Obi-Wan says, entirely docile once more like a loth-kitten allowing its fur to be smoothed flat now that the danger has left.
Anakin shakes his head. If the boy is serious about getting into politics, the first thing he should learn is how to be a better actorâor at least, how to better control his emotions.
âI was thinking,â Obi-Wan tells him thirty minutes later, twilight now fully taking over the Coruscanti upper levels. âThis was quite fun and very educational.â
âYes,â Anakin agrees, only slightly reluctantly, but he cannot pretend that he did not have fun. Obi-Wanâs company has been surprisingly pleasant, the boy surprisingly endearing.Â
âThank you for acting as my escort,â Obi-Wan adds, gently touching the back of Anakinâs hand.
âYouâre welcome,â he replies rather roughly. The twilight throws fascinating shadows over the lines of Obi-Wanâs face. He shines in the pale light, like something truly ethereal.
âBut this is not really Coruscant,â Obi-Wan says, blinking up at Anakinâs face. âIt is tooâŠartificial. It reminds me of the Jedi Temple gardens: carefully tended to and carefully curated. Incredibly fake.â
Anakin had thought the same thing when Obi-Wan first suggested the location. âI feel the same way,â he says, feeling as if he is walking into a trap.
âI would like to see the Lower Levels,â the boy says. It sounds like a demand, and it must to the boy as well, because he adds a nice little please at the end.
It doesnât do much to soften the blow of the words. âThe Lower Levels?â
Obi-Wan nods, looking quite serious. âWe could get something to eat down there, you could show me what Coruscant is truly like! Please, Senator, this is the only home I haveâI want to see it all now that I have returned!â âYou canât go down to the Lower Levels dressed like that,â Anakin shakes his head and rubs his free hand over his mouth as he looks at the boy. âStars, youâd be torn to shreds.â
âYouâd protect me,â Obi-Wan says confidently. Too confidently. Anakin resents the assumption the boy has made, similar to the one PadmĂ© had made: that he wants this boy. That he will go out of his way for him.
âNo,â he says, shaking Kenobiâs hands off him. âI will not, young one. The Senate meets for assembly tomorrow, andââ
âPlease,â Obi-Wan interrupts, voice shaking. âI would like to see them, and you make me feel safe, Senatorââ âAnd I said no, Kenobi,â Anakin snaps, and Obi-Wan recoils as if he has been slapped.
The rejection hangs in the air between them for several still moments before Obi-Wan throws back his shoulders and tosses his hair back. âFine,â the boy sniffs, somehow looking cooly down his nose at him, despite their height difference.
He spins on his foot and stalks away from him.Â
âWhere are you going?â Anakin snaps, moving forward to keep up with the boy without consciously deciding to follow him. âIt is late and darkâI must ensure you get back to your apartmentsââ
âIâm going down to the lower levels,â Obi-Wan declares, halting in his path to glare at Anakin. The garden lights have flickered on as the night fully descends. The golden lights of the floating orb fixtures dance across Obi-Wanâs face and make his eyes glow slightly as well. âWithout you if I must.â
âObi-Wan,â Anakin starts, but Obi-Wan turns his cheek away from him.
âMust I?â he demands, blue-gold eyes finding Anakinâs and fixing him in place. âMust I go alone, Senator?â
#obikin#democratic fic#obi-wan is the cattiest brattiest bitch in this i truly love him#he is endearing to anakin who loves a disaster#sith obi-wan kenobi#senator anakin skywalker
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I can't stop thinking of this fic idea where anakin leaves the jedi after zygerria and goes to tatooine and frees a bunch of people and then the free amavikkas are like "become tatooine senator" or something. I just think it seems so amazing. I probably will never write this story but I thought you should know.
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"Clone Wars AU" Giftfic for @chiis-art !
When Palpatine takes Padawan Skywalker on a âfield tripâ through Coruscant, with the intent to persuade Anakin into seeing his way of thinking and nudge him instead toward the Dark Side, the opposite happens. Upon seeing a woman being tormented and hurt by her captors in the street causes him to see a vision from the future.
In his panic, Anakin runs back to Tatooine in order to be reunited with Shmi and prevent her inevitable death as well as the would have been slaughter of the Tusken Raider Tribe. Due to this, itâs all preventedâŠthough, now Master Kenobi is without a Padawan.
Years later, during the Clone Wars, Jabba the Hutt wishes to meet with Master Kenobi on Tatooine about his missing huttlet. With his new Padawan, Ahsoka Tano by his side, the search is on, though, the Huttlet is not as far from home as previously anticipated.
âŠand it turns out, neither is an old friend.
Rated T for Language, Canon Typical Themes, and feels.
(So, this is late as all hell and Iâm really sad that the Obikin Exchange got cancelledâŠbut I still wanted to gift this fic anyway.
Merry Christmas in July @chiis-art !)
#clone wars#tcw au#obikin#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#Senator Anakin Skywalker#Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi#Padawan Ahsoka Tano#in which Ahsoka is Obi-Wanâs Padawan#canon divergence#obikin gift exchange#early Christmas in July I guess?#Ao3feed#Star Wars
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Happy Ides of March!!!!
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This is a WIP but a friend told me to mark the day with what Iâve got. So. BEHOLD! My stuff.
Tumblr is very unfriendly to horizontal art so I suggest you to click on it to see everyone đ
The finished version next timeâŠ
#star wars#sw fanart#the clone wars#tcw fanart#ides of march#sheev palpatine#commander fox#commander cody#arc trooper fives#master yoda#mace windu#mas amedda#sly moore#orn free taa#nut gunray#rune haako#aayla secura#commander bly#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#clone trooper oc#more jedi and senators next timeâŠ#galactic senate#wip#coline7373#my fanart#blink and you miss it#blyla
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imagine if anakin's having the nightmares about padme dying in childbirth and he still thinks she needs to be saved but instead of killing people about it he locks tf in and goes to Sith Medical School
#ch posts#star wars#the clone wars#anakin skywalker#revenge of the sith#darth vader#padme amidala#senator amidala#queen amidala
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sub anakin for the soul plspslslsll
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Pairings: Sub Anakin Skywalker x Senator reader
Summary: after Anakin is assigned as your body guard. The tensions build, catching him jacking off in your office. You hear him, deciding to teach him a lesson.
Warning/s: mommy kink, masturbation, pet names, p in v, overstim, nipple playâŠ
Author's notes: This was fun to write, way longer than I expected. But hope you enjoy, requests are open guys.
You sighed, stepping past the doorway into your chambers. Running your fingers through your hair, unweaving the elaborate hairstyle. Your handmaidens had put together meticulously. Letting the braids fall into loose waves, the tension on your scalp easing.
You shrugged off your camisole, the light fabric sliding down your shoulders. Before tossing it into the laundry hamper. Rolling out your shoulders you walked over to your liquor cabinet. Grabbing a wine glass, and your favourite bottle. Pouring yourself a glass, taking a long sip. You walk over to your office, you slowly slide the door open. Freezing as soon as the word, âmommyâ meets your ears. Followed by harsh pants, leaning against the doorframe. Your gaze fixated on the Jedi Padawan located in your chair, with his lean hand. Wrapped around his surprisingly girth cock, pumping his shaft up and down. The sheen layer of his precum coating his length, and the noise echoed throughout your office. âOh y/n! Mommy,â the words escape his pretty lips.
You hum softly, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Anakin was too lost in pleasure to hear you, his orgasm washing over him. Seed splattering across your desk, he whimpers. Curling in on himself, as his cock throbbing in his hand.
âI certainly hope youâre going to clean that,â you speak up. Sipping on your glass of wine, Anakinâs eyes widen in obvious surprise. His eyes looking like they were going to pop out of the sockets. His cheeks flushing a bright red, comparable to that of a tomato.
âY/n! I- uh- I,â he stutters. Stumbling out of the chair, covering his privates. Grabbing a handful of tissues, wiping at your desk. âI- Iâm so sorry. Iâm so sorry,â his eyes tear up in embarrassment. While you walk over to him, âI-â you cut him off by cupping his face.
âWould you calm down please?â He whimpers in response to your words, his hands clamping over his cock. His legs folding under him, as he looked up at you. With those big, blue watery eyes.
He nods, âmâ sorry. Iâm so, so sorry.â He whispers, breathlessly. His body trembling ever so slightly. A few tears spilling over his waterline. He wipes his hand off on his thigh, slowly reaching for your wrist. Gently wrapping his fingers around it, waiting for you to protest. When you donât, he leans into your touch. Closing his eyes, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth. âDo you⊠hate me now?â He mumbles, sheepishly.
Your brows pull together, âno of course not.â You reply, while running your thumbs along the path his tears had made. Wiping away the salty trail, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Looking up at you, with those puppy dog eyes.
âYou donât?â He questions in disbelief, his pupils expanding.
âOf course not, though I must admit. I am a tad curious,â twirling his Padawan braid around your finger. He bites his lip again, watching you intently.
âCurious?â He repeats, his eyes raking over your features.
âYes, itâs not everyday that I come home to my assigned Jedi body guard. Jerking off in my chair, sweetheart.â His cheeks flush at your blunt recollection, but he spaces out when you call him âsweetheart.â His eyes squeezing shut.
He gulps down the lump in his throat, âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to,â he excuses.
âStop apologising,â you grip his chin. âYou didnât mean too?â Your brow raising, âyou accidentally rubbed one out, hmm?â You teased, making him squirm. He tried to rise a little, but his shaky legs couldnât support his weight. You set your wine glass on the table, releasing your grip on him. Sitting down on your chair, while Anakin remained in his kneeled position. Right in front of your lap, looking up at you. You leaned back, âshow me.â You order, looking down at him.
He blinks rapidly, âpardon?â
You sigh through your nose, âshow me how you touch yourself.â You order, looking down at him. His eyes widening when he fathoms what you are asking of him.
He looks down at his crotch, âyou want me to touch myself⊠while you watch?â He clarifies in disbelief. You nod, amused by his reaction. His cheeks flushing bright pink. As he hesitantly wraps his right hand around his cock. His other hand still clinging to your wrist. He whimpers softly, slowly pumping his sensitive cock.
Looking up at you for approval as he starts humping his fist. Resting his heavy head on your knee. His plump bottom lip trembling, âmommy.â He whines, and you rake your fingers through his hair. His body trembling as your nails lightly graze over his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. His gaze flicks down to his arching tip, he was rubbing raw. Begging for release, âmommy Iâm gonna cum.â He buries his face into your plush thigh. His words laced with his need for your approval and permission.
You tilt your head, looking down at him. âYeah?â You ask, a mocking tone to your voice. He nods rapidly, hearing the slick sounds of his hand stroking his cock ferociously. His lip trembling, his wide eyes watering. You take your fingers through his short hair, tugging softly. âCum,â you order.
On command his cheeks flush, âahh!â He yelps, his warm seed spurting from the blushing tip once again. Coating all over his fist and onto your dress, he whimpers. Collapsing in on himself in exhaustion. Panting to catch his breath, his chest heaving.
You look down at the mess he made on your dress and all over his lap. Watching him slump against your thigh, âmmm⊠donât get too relaxed. Iâm not done with you yet darling.â He pipes up at your words, looking up at you lazily.
âThereâs more?â He asks softly, his tone pitchier. You chuckle softly at his question, his naivety exposing itself. You place your arms under his shoulders, into the crook of his armpits. Scooping him up, sitting him atop the furniture. He gasps as it meets the sensitive skin of his butt, tugging off his pants and boxers. He watches you intently, his head cocked to the side in interest.
âYes, thereâs more.â Your eyes rake over his features, all the way down to his semi-hard cock. âIf thatâs what you want?â He nods, enthusiastic but still tired from his multiple orgasms. You continue undressing him, âneed words Ani.â You press lightly.
He clears his throat, a little embarrassed at his apparent eagerness. âYes, sorry yes definitely.â He nods, slower this time. Helping you pull his shirt over his head, laying him onto his back. He shivers making contact with the desk, âwhat now?â He mumbles, looking up at you.
You turn away, lifting your hair up. âMind unbuttoning me sweetheart?â His eyes widen, sitting up immediately.
âOf course,â he mutters. Gently unbuttoning each one, till your dress started sliding down your shoulders. He gently pushed your sleeves down, watching your dress pool by your feet. Leaving you in your undergarments. You catch his eyes raking over your form as you turn back to face him. Reaching out to cup his cheek, slowly pushing him back down onto his back. You watch his wide eyes take in your form as you reach back, unclasping your bra. Letting it slide down your shoulders, and to the floor. With a soft âthud,â Anakinâs cheeks flushing a brighter pink at the sight of your bare breasts. His licks his lips absentmindedly, coating them in a light layer of his saliva. Glistening from the lights in your office, his arms tremble. With the overwhelming urge to touch you. âC- can I?â He pants.
You raise a brow, tauntingly. âCan you what?â You question, hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. Slowly dragging them down, watching his gaze follow your motion.
He swallows down the lump in his throat, âcan I⊠touch you?â He all but whispers, his gaze flickering between your exposed mound and your breasts. You hum in response, keeping him on the edge of his seat. Before nodding, to which he instantly sits up. His erect cock hitting the soft skin of his lower stomach, making his breath hitch. His big hands slowly reach out, meeting your eyes. As he cups your breasts, looking back down at them. He softly kneads the flesh, watching it pool between his fingers. Making you let out a soft moan, and he trembles from the sound. His sore cock throbbing.
He gulps slowly, as your panties pool by your feet. He canât help but cast his gaze further down, finally meeting your pussy. A small whine escapes his parted lips, making you chuckle softly.
âHaving second thoughts?â You speak up, breaking the silence. He immediately shakes his head.
âNo, no, no.â He huffs out, looking up at you. Eyes wide and full of wonder, âplease?â He pleads, his voice soft. Just above a whisper, you nod.
âOkay darling,â slowly pushing him back onto his back. He whimpers softly as his back meets the surface of the desk, parting his legs wider. You smile softly at his reaction, running your hands up his thighs. Squeezing the soft flesh, making him moan.
You climb onto the desk, hovering over him. Before sitting yourself on his lap, straddling him. Just below his aching member. He whimpers, clutching onto your hips. âMore please,â he whines. Making a subtle smirk tug at your lips, you raise yourself. His hands following your hips, as one of your own grasp his cock tightly. âUhh,â he gasps. His hips bucking instinctively. You slowly glide the tip along your fold, his precum smearing along the skin. âAhh⊠mmm⊠mommy.â He whimpers at the stimulation, his eyes squeezing shut.
âYouâre doing so well for me baby,â you speak up. Guiding the tip to your slick entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto his length. Making him gasp, as you feel his thick cock part your walls.
âOh, hnnng.â His fingers dig into your hips, bucking a little. His eyes still squeezed shut as he pants, whimpering as you bottom out. Moaning softly, you tip your head back. Starting to rock your hips slowly, âoh fuck.â He whimpers, âfeels so good mommy.â You start picking up speed, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. You place your hands on his chest for support. Bouncing on his cock faster, feeling it throb inside of you. Too caught up in your pleasure to realise he was grabbing at your breasts. âMmm⊠mommy mâ gonna cum!â
You ignore his whines, continuing your pace. Before you know it his hot seed pumps into your pussy. Coating your walls white with his cum. You keep going and he starts squeezing your boobs, clinging on. âMommy! Sâ too much,â he whines. His body trembling, from his release.
âStop whining,â you reply. Riding him harder, he whimpers. Kicking his legs, feeling your walls tighten around his length. Tipping you head back as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls clamping around Anakinâs length, making his cum again with a cry. You slow down, catching your breath from your climax.
Anakin pants, trying to recover from his climax. Eyes transfixed on your genitals, watching his cock soften inside you slowly. His hands gripping your breasts, running his thumbs along your nipples. He slowly sits up, looking up at you. âWowâŠâ he whispers breathlessly. He looks down at your nipples, âcan I?â He asks softly, a little drool escaping the corner of his mouth. You nod, and he immediately latches his mouth onto your nipple. Encasing his soft lips around it, sucking softly. As he kneads the flesh of your breasts, squeezing and tugging.
You look down at him, running your fingers through his hair. âWell⊠we better get you cleaned up, little Jedi.â You whisper.
(dividers by starovis + chilumitos)
#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x reader#star wars#hayden christensen#anakin skywalker smut#anakin smut#star wars anakin#anakin#anakin x you#sub!anakin#sub anakin skywalker#sub anakin#ch: sub anakin#[ mistress amidala works ]#dom reader#senator reader#senator reader x anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x senator reader
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Obi-Wan: âDid you know that Anakin is still alive?â
Bail: âSkywalker? No way! Thereâs no way that Anakin Skywalker lived for twenty years without getting on at least half of the galaxyâs nerves or being the most dramatic man in the room or without fighting a ten-year-old or oh my heavens heâs Darth Vader, isnât he?â
#star wars#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#bail organa#donât know how to tag this#other than#if obi wan ever told bail#this is almost certainly how the conversation played out#btw i like the idea of junior senator leia picking fights with darth vader#because in the movie#while sheâs certainly intimidated by him#they speak very familiarly to each other#vader was def getting into fights with 10yo leia#the inane ramblings of a madman
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The only thing keeping me from losing all of my mind and drawing Anakin in that infamous golden-bikini-slave outfit is my mug of coffee.
#silly posting#rhea's notebook#i'm very serious#anakin skywalker#i must revisit that ONE AU I had where Anakin ends in Jabba's court (bc he's the unluckiest person)#and sometimes he's used as a translator to deal with ppl and politicians from the republic.#enter a certain senator and a conspiracy to kidnap's jabba's stinky ugly baby pumkin munchkin
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having sith padmé thoughts (also known as gay thoughts)
(ko-fi requests are open!)
#padmé amidala#anidala#anakin skywalker#sith padme#obi wan kenobi#senator anakin#jedi padme#padme amidala#my doods#star wars
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#a love story in text post meme format#anidala#star wars#the clone wars#anakin skywalker#padme naberrie#padme amidala#queen amidala#senator amidala#darth vader#star wars memes#star wars fandom#anakin and padme#i have such a love hate relationship with them#tragic is the best way to describe it#luke and leia#also tried to keep a color scheme i hope yall appreciate it âđ #sw fandom#star wars the clone wars#tcw fandom#sw tcw#bail organa#mon mothma#tan divo#if u lichrly squint
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I thought we had decided not to fall in love...
#star wars#star wars fanart#clone wars#star wars prequels#fanart#padmeamidala#star wars padme#senator amidala#queen amidala#padme skywalker#star wars anakin#anakin skywalker art#anakin skywalker#darth vader#naboo#anidala#vaderdala#panakin
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What do you think theyâre talking about?
#star wars#memes#palpatine#sheev palpatine#mace windu#master windu#anakin skywalker#anakin#obiwan kenobi#obiwan#star wars prequels#funny#sw memes#i hate sand#i have the high ground#i am the senate#take a seat#we do not grant you the rank of master#sw prequels
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something something one of those those "Jango falls for Courtesan/Stripper/NightclubSinger/TrophyWife!Obi-Wan" AUs...
But instead Obi-Wan actually being a sex worker, he's undercover and still a Jedi, and either:
They split ways and run into each other a few months later with Obi-Wan in full Prude Beige Knight mode OR
The situation goes pear-shaped while they're still flirting and Obi-Wan has to break cover to grab a senator and jump out a window and suddenly this half-dressed glittery Person is batting away shots with a lightsaber and there's a bratty twelve-year-old who ALSO has a lightsaber threatening people with I Will Eat Your Liver if they keep staring at his dad's ass just because the sequined sheathe dress tore in a sexy place
#jangobi#jango fett#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#star wars#phoenix talks#undercover au#undercover as sex worker#to be clear: I do enjoy sex worker AUs both as a form of entertainment and in their surprising weight in normalization of sex work#they've done an unprecedented amount of work humanizing the profession#for sheltered young people who might have otherwise needed a lot longer to get over their prejudices#and while in my case I started on that path of Recognizing People As People through reading firsthand accounts by sex workers online#the impact that sex worker AUs have had on that whole situation is not to be dismissed#but also they're just fun to read? they're entertaining in the way any profession-based AU can be#I'm just as eager to read a sex work AU as I am to read a senator AU or racer au or college professor au etc#...anyway I just realized that the original post could theoretically be read as 'sex worker AUs bad' and I don't want anyone to think that
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Some things I made
#star wars#the bad batch#the clone wars#sw tbb#tcw sw#sw tcw#tcw hardcase#tcw jesse#padme amidala#anakin skywalker#tbb wrecker#tbb hunter#commander fox#ahsoka tano#commander tano#tcw ahsoka#general skywalker#senator amidala#star wars memes#memes#text meme#my edit
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Here is the final version of this painting! I faced many challenges while creating it, and I'm so grateful to everyone who helped me decide on the final version. A big thank you to @vandervoiz, @sinvulkt, @ravenite-void, and all the others from the Vaderkin Discord server for all your support! <33
Below, you can find the close-ups! Just a heads up, the Padme close-ups are unblurred!



#star wars#star wars fanart#fanart#clone wars#digital fanart#digital arwork#anakin tcw#anakin fanart#sw anakin#anakin and padme#anakin skywalker#anakin star wars#star wars anakin#sw padme#padme amidala#star wars padme#padme naberrie#padme fanart#queen padme#senator amidala#anidala#star wars tcw#digital illustration#digital painting#digital art#art#my artwok#artwork#idk what else to tag#i think this is enough
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