#the one person who ever listened to him and cared about him was Padme and he wanted to save her

[clayberesford-anakinskywalkerfan]

Literally me struggling right now. 😢😭 Every day I'm trying but I haven't been ok. I can definitely relate to Anakin and what he has gone through. He felt like he was never good enough and everyone kept doubting him as a Jedi. That's what it just feels like with myself right now, and it feels like I'm not good enough for anything. I don't normally share about my mental health online especially , but sometimes I feel like I just want to know that someone is there to listen and a place where I don't feel alone💔

[lovelybucky1]

trailer trash!anakin

this au was a joint effort with my bff @fuckmyskywalker 🫶🫶🫶

warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of drug use, age gaps, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, anakin is objectively a bad person in this, 18+ minors DNI

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Anakin and Padme divorced many years ago because he was a deadbeat father, an alcoholic, and she suspected him of an affair. Little did she know, it wasn't just one affair.

Anakin has three kids who are now all adults. He has an older daughter who's just like her mother and has no patience for her dad's bullshit, and a set of twins, a boy and a girl. His son has his temper, much to his mother's dismay, and his younger daughter is his little princess.

Padme and the kids stayed in the house, so he had to move to a trailer park across town. Padme always did all of the housework, which was part of the reason for the divorce, so Anakin's place is always a wreck.

There's beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere, laundry on the floor, dishes piled in the sink, playing cards scattered around. They're not all his, some of the mess can be attributed to his buddies he invites over on the weekends, but either way, he makes no effort to clean it up.

Since his wife, Anakin hasn't dated. He's brought home plenty of girls, all significantly younger than he is. Any time he's asked about it, he explains that he just prefers younger girls. He and Padme were only 19 when they got together, so he's used to being with a younger woman.

Anakin is in his forties now, but he doesn't act his age. He has a job at the mechanic's shop and he does what minimal dad duties are required of him, though now that his kids are adults, he isn't needed as much. In his free time, he gets drunk and high with his friends, goes to strip clubs, and gambles his money away.

You're a waitress at the diner near the trailer park. Anakin is a regular, though your coworkers told you he only comes in when you're working. He usually orders a cup of coffee and sits at the counter where he can flirt with you every time you walk by.

He's told you a lot about himself; you know what kind of guy he is. Borderline alcoholic, irresponsible, unfaithful. Maybe you should've listened to your parents when they told you to stay away from older guys because you've found yourself charmed by him.

Anakin showers you in compliments, especially when you wear your hair in pigtails. He tips generously even though you know he doesn't have much extra money to spare. He asks about your day and he really seems like he cares.

He knows you don't have a car and one day, when your shift was about to end, he offered you a ride home. You agreed like the naïve little thing you are and got into the passenger seat of his shitbox car. He asked if you wanted to stop at his place for a bit before he took you home. Said he had beer and he could scrape together something a bit sweeter for you if you'd prefer.

The two of you flipped through the stations on his TV until you found something good, but you didn't get to watch it for long. After the second commercial break, Anakin pulled you into his lap and grabbed at your ass greedily. You giggled and slapped at his chest playfully, and though he returned your smile, you could see the hunger in his eyes.

Anakin told you he's been obsessed with you since he first saw you. Said you're the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on. Said you make him feel young again. That's the kind of sweet talk that gets him all the girls that don't know better.

He drags you to the bedroom and he kisses you dizzy so you don't notice how the fitted sheet is pulled up over the corner of the mattress or the Baywatch poster on the wall. He gets on his back and sits you on top of him, ever the lazy bastard. He wants you to put on a show for him to watch eagerly like you're his personal porn star.

Your tight cunt grips him perfectly and your tits bouncing in his face mesmerize him. He loves how you're so eager to give yourself up to him. Loves that you're inexperienced enough that every tough feels electric. Loves that you're dumb enough that his promise to pull out is enough.

When you're finished, he holds you in his arms against his bare chest while he smokes. When he looks in your eyes, he knows he has you. You're gonna move in and make this place a home, you'll get pregnant and he'll promise to marry you once he has enough money for a ring. Maybe this time he'll stick around, but Anakin's never been good at breaking cycles.

[kenobster]

The thing about Anakin (in prequel trilogy movies) is that he actually is a really good person by default. He is a war hero for a reason; he cares so deeply and unconditionally. Sure, he's a little careless sometimes and a little impulsive. He makes mistakes and bad calls and sometimes he needs to get his hormones under fucking control. But overall, he's very much trying to do a good job. He listens to feedback, he asks for advice, and he apologizes and tries to improve when he realizes he's wrong. 

Really, he only ever crosses unforgivable lines when two very specific criteria are met: (1) when the most sensitive points of his trauma are being put under an immense amount of pressure; (2) when his support system, for whatever reason, is absent. 

And even when those two criteria are met, he still struggles not to cross those lines as hard as he can for as long he can--until he eventually just snaps under the pressure.

Example #1, the Sand People massacre. Long before going to Tatooine, Anakin’s trauma points were already under an extreme amount of pressure. He was having nightmares about his mom--reminding him of his childhood as a slave and of the slavery in which he’d left her behind. When Anakin does go to Tatooine, his support system consists solely of a girl whom he does like and does trust but whom he doesn’t know very well. Old wounds continue to reopen as he takes his first steps into Mos Epsa and speaks with Watto, a being who owned and abused him. Anakin has no reason whatsoever to think Watto isn’t the orchestrator of his mother’s torment. But does he kill, dismember, or otherwise attack Watto? No. He remains polite. So polite, in fact, that it’s unsettling.

When he hears about his mother's capture and torture from the Lars family, Anakin is, suffice to say, upset. To rescue her, he goes alone (no support system). Even with his mother actively being brutalized (trauma), Anakin does not arrive with the intention of violence. He does not massacre the entire village in an attempt to rescue her. His plan is clearly to sneak in unnoticed, grab her, and sneak out. Even after seeing her strung up, at no point does his plan seem to change… Until she dies. In that moment, his mom, the epitome of his failure to free all the slaves, has just taken her last breath. He is completely alone. His mom has practically been slaughtered. His mom. Thus, his trauma hits a breaking point, and his usual support system is out of sight. 

He snaps. 

It is his choice, yes, but it is the result of a decade of abuse and generational trauma. It is also very much a mistake/accident… In other words, it is not an example of his true values and beliefs; it is an example of their temporary absence.*

*Evidence supporting this is in the scene with the line “to be angry is to be human,” but that’s a subject that needs its own whole ass post. I’ll link it later if I ever write it.

Example #2, the Jedi massacre. There are so many posts on the subject already that I'm not going to spend time detailing every single instance in which Palpatine isolates Anakin or manipulates Anakin into isolating himself. But a brief overview: sowing distrust in the Jedi Council, creating a narrative of deceit around the Jedi Order, orchestrating events to get Obi-Wan dead/offworld, and associating the dark side of the Force with Padme’s presence (via suggestions that only a Sith Lord can save her). With that, Anakin's entire support system is crippled. Unlike in AOTC, he is surrounded by loved ones, yes, but they can’t help him. By Palpatine's design, Anakin eventually bars each of them from entry.

Meanwhile, Palpatine is putting his trauma under extreme pressure and manipulating the shit out of him. Starting on the Invisible Hand itself, when Palpatine encourages Anakin to kill Dooku.* The movie explicitly connects this scene to the sand people massacre, which immediately establishes an awakening of old trauma. Wounds reopen, and Palpatine presses on them and he presses on them and he presses on them. Padme’s looming death becomes the symbol of his past trauma (of what he failed to protect and what he did as a result). And through Palpatine’s misinformation campaign, the Jedi become the perpetrators of this trauma, rather than the support system.

*For reasons beyond the scope of this post, I do not consider Count Dooku's murder to be an example of Anakin crossing an unforgivable line. I consider it to be an example of Anakin making a bad call. Even so, one could easily argue that his support system was absent and that his pressure points were being targeted in this scene, too. But I find that argument uninteresting because it doesn't apply imo.

Still, Anakin resists. Still, he tries again and again to retain his ideals. He seeks advice from Yoda. He listens to Obi-Wan's feedback and apologizes. He opens up to Padme. He initially rejects Sith Lord Palpatine. He tries to do the right thing by telling Mace Windu and letting the Council handle things. Because that's who he is--that's his true nature. Anakin is alone in the Council chambers (no support system) when Palpatine taunts him with Padme's inevitable death (trauma). And still, he resists. He races to Palpatine's office, but does he immediately kill, dismember, or otherwise attack Mace Windu? No. Even as Palpatine continues to press on his trauma (“I have the power to save the one you love!”), Anakin tries to reason with Mace. However much he is rationalizing the truth to his benefit, he is still trying to get out of this trap. He even admits the core of it in the end: “I need him!” Even then, even when Mace rightly goes for the killing blow, Anakin is still resisting! He attacks, he dismembers, but he doesn't kill. He makes an impulsive, ill-thought-out, almost reflexive decision (supported by the horror in the line “What have I done?!”). It’s as if Palpatine has shoved him right up against that unforgivable line, and Anakin is using his last inch of space to not teeter over it. 

Then Palpatine kills Mace Windu. In his mind, Anakin has nothing left after that. In his mind, he is responsible for getting Mace killed (trauma), and he doesn’t see how the Jedi can possibly forgive him (no support system). In his mind, his wife is dying (trauma), and he is alone in the presence of his abuser (no support system).

He snaps.

Unlike in AOTC, this does not happen by accident. These events were deliberately and continuously manufactured by a Sith Lord with an agenda. Palpatine directs Anakin’s explosion onto the Jedi Order, where Anakin compounds upon his trauma with more murder and more death. He becomes isolated to Palpatine's manipulations by killing (or enraging) his entire support system.

Afterward, Palpatine has all of the fuel he needs to make Anakin snap and snap and snap, over and over, for a very long time.

Who is to blame is such a boring, irrelevant question when we have such a fascinating character. The prequel trilogy gives us a complicated villain who is simultaneously the executor of such horrific violence and also the boy who wanted to free all the slaves. A villain who kills a part of himself every time he kills another. A villain who is so horrifically victimized even whilst he commits his terrible crimes. And because it's fiction (aka the victims of his actions are narrative elements, not people), I'm allowed to feel unashamedly devastated for him. I’m allowed to see the truth: that Darth Vader is only the suit he wears. The mask concealing the good person underneath. The Jedi Order was Anakin’s family, too, and you should feel sorry that he lost them. You should feel sorry for the way he is abused in ROTS. Darth Vader doesn’t represent who Anakin is or what he believes, and blame is irrelevant to this truth.

Because support systems matter. They matter to people who have gone through trauma. Yes, sometimes they are even the ONLY difference between the choice to do good and the choice to do bad. Sometimes, all that is necessary to prevent a heinous crime is to help them before they snap. I think people are uncomfortable with Anakin because that kind of helplessness is a really hard thing to admit. It's not fun to realize that you could have made similar choices if you had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person. Research has shown people greatly prefer to attribute their accomplishments to their own actions and choices in life. It makes sense. The realization that external factors may have played a role in everything we take pride in is scary--but this fear leads us to the bias that we could never become Darth Vader. Even if we were raised as a slave, even if our loved ones were taken from us, even if our sense of reality was being manipulated and distorted--somehow we would not be broken. We would remain Anakin Skywalker.

It's a comforting fantasy for people who have done nothing wrong.

As someone who is human, someone who has made mistakes and bad calls and who regrets the times I might have crossed lines, I find a lot more comfort in the message George Lucas provides. The prequel trilogy is a story about the harm someone (anyone) can do if they're not careful. Anakin becomes Darth Vader not because he’s innately evil but rather because he’s under extreme pressure and no one is able to help him. In contrast, the original trilogy offers compassion and an opportunity for self-forgiveness. Darth Vader chooses to become Anakin simply because one person looked at what he'd done and said, "Stop. This isn't you." In the face of how helpless and dangerous every one of us can be, I find Anakin’s story to be really meaningful, and I wish more of us appreciated it.

[yellowocaballero]

Was re-reading the No Chip Au when a horrible thought popped up.

If Fox and Thirty met what would happen? Maybe after his vacation from hell. I unironically think that Thirty might actually feel some sort of either understanding (they are similar) or fear.

The one person he genuinely is afraid of is Fox. Not Cody. Cody doesn’t know how to feel about this.

Oh goodness, that's actually an interesting question. I ended up thinking about this for a while.

Pre-Vacation I don't think Thirty would be afraid of Fox, because I don't think he's smart enough to be afraid of Fox. Thirty navigates life believing that he can and do whatever he wants, and if you disagree that's your problem. I do think he would tell Fox to his face, "Don't you think Space Marx has some points?", because he genuinely does not understand why Fox might have a problem with that. Thirty tries to file a complaint to Fox that the clones should get PTO, and by the way this whole secret police thing is kind of fascist, actually, you should work on that.

Fox would write him off as an idiot and promptly forget he exists. Random shiny clone with stupid ideas who nobody listens to, completely inconsequential person who's not a threat to the Empire, no need to waste brain space on him. Fox just would not understand what he's talking about well enough to even get that it's seditious. Thirty knows this, because he's too smart to be afraid of Fox.

I think Thirty would talk to Fox for five minutes and go, "Huh, that guy's obvious neurological problems are 'cause he's been brainwashed by the Evil Force. Oh well, surely everybody else has also realized this". Nobody has.

Post-Epilogue: Thirty promptly forgets that he was ever Chief Gestapo (they probably never actually spoke.) and just registers him as 'ah, another ex-Super Fash with the weirdest problems, whatever'. I can't imagine he's thought about Fox for more than five seconds, because that would imply that he worries about consequences to his sedition for more than five seconds.

I can definitely really see Ben introducing Thirty and Blanche to Fox post-Epilogue, though! Tbh I think they'd be good with him. Thirty's a straightforward and blunt person who doesn't care too much about social convention, so once he gets over the awkwardness he'd groove. Blanche is so 'go with the flow' and chill that she'd get along with him as well. List of people who are terrible with Fox post-Epilogue: Bly, Wolffe, Padme, Satine. List of people who don't want to interact with him at all, but when they do they're actually extremely good at it: Bacara and Neyo.

God, I need to get back to writing this. Thirty ended up changing a lot in the new Ben story and I'm very happy with him. He's so nuts.

[intermundia]

Sorry to bother you but I'm curious to know your thoughts on this.

I know it's not technically canon but the novelization does at point depict anakin wanting to leave the order to raise his kids and padme encouraging him to stay. I know he's his own person and all but having his wife pushing him to keep up the lies and secrets is kind a factor in his decisions I would say. Having someone you care for so deeply tell you to keep living a lie is definitely something that would mess with your brain and influence your perspective on things.

Idk. Just something that I feel is overlooked sometimes in the discussion of Anakin’s decision in not leaving. I would really love to know your thoughts on this.

“Anakin, not here. It’s too risky.” “No, here! Exactly here.” He drew her against him again, effortlessly overpowering her halfhearted resistance. “I’m tired of the deception. Of the sneaking and the lying. We have nothing to be ashamed of! We love each other, and we are married. Just like trillions of beings across the galaxy. This is something we should shout, not whisper—” “No, Anakin. Not like all those others. They are not Jedi. We can’t let our love force you out of the Order—” “Force me out of the Order?” He smiled down at her fondly. “Was that a pun?” “Anakin—” He could still make her angry without even trying. “Listen to me. We have a duty to the Republic. Both of us—but yours is now so much more important. You are the face of the Jedi, Anakin. Even after these years of war, many people still love the Jedi, and it’s mostly because they love you, do you understand that? They love the story of you. You’re like something out of a bedtime tale, the secret prince, hidden among the peasants, growing up without ever a clue of his special destiny—except for you it’s all true. Sometimes I think that the only reason the people of the Republic still believe we can win the war is because you’re fighting it for them—” “And it always comes back to politics for you,” Anakin said. His smile had gone now. “I’m barely even home, and you’re already trying to talk me into going back to the war—”

yeah so i think that padmé's encouragement to live the lie is deeply unhelpful. if i recall correctly, there are two key times anakin thinks about leaving the order, both of which are in her presence, and yet she is the one who offers pressure back toward staying. the above passage is taken from right after they are reunited, and it is so telling to me. padmé loves him as her husband, yes, but she also sees him as larger than life, and says things that absolutely feed his ego. she encourages him to think the rules don't apply to him, because he is so important and special.

she doesn't take his commitment to the order seriously with respect to what it means to be a jedi, but she wants him to stay there anyway. i think that this kind of encouragement is rather similar to palpatine's manipulations, though she definitely has less sinister motives, the result is the same. her permission to break rules exacerbates the potential weaknesses in his character that lead to his fall. it compounds with sidious's maneuvering. her pressure makes him feel like not only a tool of the jedi but also the democratic opposition, unable to have what he wants because of politics and duty that he doesn't personally care about. all he cares about is getting what he wants.

i honestly don't know if he was ever genuinely serious about leaving the order. he clearly does not take his commitment seriously, but he also craves the power that having high status in the order brings, both in terms of access to force training and the glory of being the youngest council member. he thinks of leaving only when he's directly looking at padmé, not otherwise. so basically it's unclear to me whether or not he actually meant to leave, but what is not unclear is that padmé absolutely pressured him and flattered him, manipulating him and trying to use him (not with bad intentions! with the best of intentions!), and it encourages him to the edge of darkness. his perspective is absolutely shaped by her words.

i just believe that they make each other worse. that is the tragedy of their relationship imho. they love each other, and it harms them both.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Obikin-fan!you made me question my whole view of their dynamic which... I've changed my mind. Seeing them as brothers is awesome, my desperate-for-brotherhood-6yo self totally bought into obi-wan's "you were like a brother to me" and fed onto this for years. But then you barged in with your romantic!obikin and I had to sit with my thoughts for a second cause my first reaction was "but Obi-Wan is too old for Anakin!!! he is an adult when he meets ani who isn't even a teen and..." and Padme is the same age as Obi-Wan and that never bothered me??? But then it's ✨️ canonical ✨️ and ✨️ straight ✨️ so it seems more acceptable? Nah I'm not buying this anymore, which means that I have no more arguments against the ship and ughhh but also yay... It's not that I'm diving right into it at the moment but damn I might

I can hear you chanting "one of us" as I'm typing this btw

One of us one of us one of us one of us

To be fair Obikin have an age difference of 16 years and Anidala have an age difference of 5 years so it's not exactly the same age range, and Padmé didn't contribute to raising him. Personally the way they interact once Anakin is older kind of makes me kind of like see past it (+ I really don't care about age gaps in fiction) but it's totally valid and fair to see it as purely platonic. The only thing that isn't valid is calling someone a pedophile and/or incestuous over characters who don't exist, but you're free to have your own vision of said characters and even think it's really kinda weird that some people are into them as romantic partners (and also personally I dislike people who downplay the importance of their relationship in the narrative and to each other)

The way I see it, the war changes their dynamic a lot: in ep2 Obi-Wan is responsible for Anakin, he's his master, and you can tell they're kind of struggling there because Anakin doesn't want to do what Obi-Wan says and Obi-Wan is kind of tired of his shit. That would make a relationship pretty iffy morally (not that it can't be hot honestly), but after Geonosis Anakin is knighted, he's not Obi-Wan's responsibility, and they have three years of fighting side by side as equals. That's a much better start for a romance, because they're on equal footing, and they spend a lot of time together doing ambiguously romantic things (I won't say "friends don't do that" because we know that's bullshit but like, they act in ways that can easily be interpreted as romantic, or that would generally be read as romantic without context).

The "you're like a father to me"/"you were my brother" lines I don't discard because they're really interesting but I see the romantic aspect of their relationship as kind of like - listen these two have really untangled lives! Obi-Wan was Anakin's kind of father figure but also his mentor, and Anakin was Obi-Wan's responsibility and his apprentice but also his brother, that's a lot of complex roles and a lot of facets to a relationship that we know is close - they fly in sync at the start of ep3, Obi-Wan knows what to say to get Anakin to cheer up in the elevator in ep2, they know each other, they mean a lot to each other, Anakin clearly doesn't care about having normal healthy relationships and Obi-Wan loves him more than anything he could ever do wrong (that's a quote from Andor but there's a reason it gets reused a lot for this ship), why not ALSO make them fuck & kiss y'know?

That said you don't have to jump on the ship immediately or at all! Personally I find them super compelling (and also extremely canonical if you look at all the stuff they share) but SW is so big that there's always something that's perfect for you, whatever that is. Anyway. I like them a normal amount.

[dwarfsized]

10 characters/10 fandoms/10 tags

the always amazing @aevallare tagged me <3 sooooo:

Astarion Ancunin (Baldur's Gate 3) - getting the obvious one out of the way early. you put a character in front of me who gets mad at you for being good and kind because no one has ever been that to him, who is a bitch and that's a feature not a bug, and im not supposed to become deeply obsessed with that? he is everything. to me.

Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb) - tamsyn muir WHEN will my wife come back from the war? Devotion even when you hate it. Being a weapon in more ways than even you are aware of. Love when you don't know what love is, really, getting it wrong and right at the same time. Gideon @ Harrow is just "its rotten work. especially to me especially if its you. i'll fucking do it but christ alive."

Murderbot (The Murderbot Diaries) - i think i am one of the only people who thinks that Murderbot is on the fem-presenting side of androgynous but i do think that and i'm right. I haven't read the latest book yet. Being forced to interrogate an in-between space, Murderbot's "dont look at me" in combination with vulnerability, the desire to cut and run and figure yourself out and then, like. not actually figuring yourself out much. did the running help? did escaping do anything? or should you have stayed?

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) - Cringefail fuck-up pirate my beloved, i hate watching him do things it's like looking in a mirror. Theater kid playing dress up, steeped in self-doubt and trying to get everyone to talk about their feelings. In season one he looks at his own life and says "is anyone going to ruin this?" and doesn't wait for an answer. I want to kiss him in the moonlight. Every time I think about him I want to throw up. <3

Keyleth (Critical Role) - The weight of the world on her shoulders because she's been raised to lead her people, and all that simmering rage she tries to keep under wraps, and then she only gets a tiny bit of time with the person she loves before she has to live for years and years and years and watch everyone she cares about leave her. Archdruids with timeless body are an existential nightmare.

Alex Louis Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) - okay listen. when i rewatched fmab in college, I was fully ready to fall in love with Riza. I was very surprised when I realized that it was not the badass with the gun I was fixated on, but the. big muscle-y guy who cries a lot and gets used for comic relief 60% of the time. but. im here. i love him. the ishval flashbacks got to me.

Blue (This is How You Lose the Time War) - Loving someone enough you're willing to let them close enough to kill you. The inherent rot beneath blooming things. Taking the slow path. Not leaving well enough alone. Love, but with teeth. I'm so normal about her (lying)

Cora Sabino (Noumena Series) - I wish I could tell everyone to read Axiom's End because I loved it, but I cant because the sequel fucked me up so bad. Its good! but god the atmosphere is so oppressive and Cora's struggle with depression is extremely real for an alternate history story that asks the question "what if we found out aliens were real during the bush administration?" I was legitimately unwell.

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) - I just think he's the funniest guy with a laser sword. so repressed. had one of the most grey-jedi masters to ever do the damn thing. bitchy. the chosen one is his padawan. honestly he had to know anakin was sneaking out to canoodle with padme and just decided it wasn't his problem. calls himself fucking ben on the hell sand planet. why was he like that.

Spock (Star Trek) - this is the most "i just think he's neat" of all of them. i inherited this blorbo. this blorbo was handed down to me from my mom. he was hers first, im just picking up the torch. "guy who acts like he has no emotions but every seven years enters a fuck or die frenzy" im sorry but that's. that's too good. i have no choice but to rotate him in my mind.

I cannot tag 10 people but i will tag @asterordinary and @werewolfnobody and if anyone else wants to do it go for it! tag me so i can read your response!

[wanderingmirror]

Bacta and Datapads

Summary:

Darth Vader is still trying to hold onto that little bit of Light in his heart. And because of that he gets hurt during one his master's Lessons. In this timeline, Crosshair stayed loyal but was pulled into the 501st because Vader was holding onto the good things of his past. Striker was one of the few 501st who had been with Vader ever since the start of the Clone Wars. So being with him now made no difference.

Darth Vader is injured in a mission and is forced into a bacta tank with nothing to take his mind off the past. Two very unlikely souls help fix this tiny hurt.

Being unable to hear anything was driving Vader mad. Not only that but he had none of his limbs attached to his body as he floated listlessly in the cool, thick liquid. His mind drifted off to the darker points in his life when he was similarly helpless. His mother, Ahsoka, the clones, and his beloved Padme. The war.

Obi-wan.

If he could still cry properly without the feeling of being weak or inferior, he would. But he was a Sith Lord and an Enforcer. He couldn't show that much weakness in front of so many people. Even if no one was in his chambers now, he could still sense people everywhere in his fortress on Mustafar. What he wasn't expecting was the presence of two familiar souls approaching his chambers.

He opened his eyes to peer out of the blue tinted glass when the doors opened to allow two armored individuals to inside. One was in pure white commando armor from the Clone Wars era. The other in black commando armor with a green tinted visor. Both walked up to the glass of his tank and placed one of each of their hands onto the glass. The white one looked over to the black one and said something. The black one nodded.

Their hands moved to remove their helmets from their heads and two familiar faces greeted Vader. Though his brothers had all been either killed or filtered out, Striker was still in the Empire. His hair still in that half shaved half long look. Braided at the sides with a mixture of grey and black. His left eye still a clear amber. The right a milky white from the blaster bolt that had nearly blown his head off. A light bit of stubble still covered the lower half of his tanned skin.

Crosshair still looked somewhat the same. Hair, eyes, body. The only few differences were the burn scar on the right side of his face. He gave Vader a grin that set the Sith at ease. Both of them sat their helmets and weapons on the floor and moved around the room to fiddle with different things. Slowly, sound came back to Vader. Striker turning on the sound with a scowl. Crosshair was turning off the cameras and listening devices in the room.

"Why do these idjits keep turnin his sound off? I may need to have a word with 'em about it. And not inna nice way."

Striker grumbled while walking over to the tank, sitting down at the base and taking out his personal datapad. Crosshair snorted with annoyance clear in his aura and face.

"You'd better leave some for me. It's bad enough that they left him like this without his limbs or something to occupy his time."

The enhanced clone moved the table of limbs and armor into Vader's view, settling the Sith down now that he could see his limbs. Vader was aware that he was not supposed to be this attached to a pair of clones, but no one was brave enough to comment on it. And his master seemed to not care that he's kept two of them. Both clones had gotten used to being the only two left in the entire Empire.

At the beginning of this little arrangement, Vader had to hide his worries and concern for the two commando's safety. Only to catch them viciously beating the osik out of a nat born officer no doubt giving them trouble. Neither said what the man had said, and Vader didn't bother to ask. Mostly he just transferred the man to one of the more dangerous outposts on the outer rim.

Crosshair sat down at the base of the tank beside Striker and leaned against the reg. No doubt taking this time to catch a bit of sleep for his upcoming mission involving a Sith Temple. Luckily, Vader had plans to go with him to keep the other troopers in line. And wherever Vader went, Striker followed. Whether or not Sidious wanted him to. And since Vader had killed an entire platoon's worth of officers over Striker, so long as the clone caused no distractions, Vade was allowed to keep him around.

Over the few years the two of them had been following him around, their personalities had changed somewhat. Where Striker was quiet and focused energy in the Clone Wars, he was now a little chaotic and loud. Always pulling people's attention onto him with his dark humor. The commando acted as his right hand and one of the best interrogators in the Empire.

Crosshair himself didn't really change much other than his more feral ways of dealing with nat borns and civvies. The only one who was immune to his harsh and pointed words or actions was Vader. Mostly because he understood the pain of betrayal from family and those closest in the heart.

Striker was less immune but still had some cover when it came to his own family of brothers. He missed them terribly, but often times just buried the emotions and thoughts deep in his chest until he could vent his anger through fighting or other activities.

"Hey, boss, what'd'ya say about this new prosthetic design?"

Striker held up his datapad for Vader to see and the Sith looked at the design of an arm. The material was light weight and sturdy from being made of beskar. The swirls of metal looked painted on but were made with the heat of the forge. Vader sent a wave of agreement to the clone and Striker saved the design to his pad and sent it to Vader's.

"I'll see if I can find somethin similar fer the legs too. You focus on gettin some rest 'fore the mission."

Another wave of agreement and Vader closed his eyes. Though it shocked him at first to hear the accent, it had a way of soothing his frayed nerves and settling him down into a relaxed calm he never could achieve with anything else. Even if his master disapproved strongly of his newfound source of calm, Vader was grateful for it.

The Sith could feel Crosshair already slipping into a dreamless sleep. One of the rare few he could get after the many nightmares haunting his time on Kamino. Finding out about the clone's home being bombed had cracked something in Vader. Knowing that the clones were really starting to fade away along with anything that connected to them.

The only things left of the clones were the few who had survived both the war and the slow culling from the Empire. Or the ones who had deserted early on. Only Striker and Crosshair remained as evidence that the clones existed.

Vader slowly felt the edges of his own dreamless sleep closing in around him. And as he drifted off, he felt safe knowing he was still cared about and loved enough to be kept safe. To see and be a part of their lives despite everything that had happened. Despite everything Vader had done.

And for that, Vader was grateful.

[kavaeroexe]

grip of multiple hands

yan!Padme x reader x Yan!Anakin

summary : you guys spending a night together after your latest attempt to escape

warning : typos, bad grammar

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“how far did they go this time?”

“pretty much as far as yesterday.”

Padme sitting elegantly on the couch, just to look at you being dragged by Anakin a bit harshly since you being an extra rebel this week, that’s not what they want from you, remember?

Anakin placed you on the couch and makes you sit between him and Padme. you grumbly saying “let me go, free me” multiple times but they didn’t even listen to you, just playfully careesing you cheek and hug you close to them

“dear, do we make some unacceptable mistake? may i know so we can probably fix it? we want to give it the best when it’s about you, you know about it.”

Padme hold you close, with her sound that you could say is pretty sad, you know she, no- they genuinely wants the best to you, its just their obsession. it ruins everything, you think.

“i want some personal space, is it that hard to get?” you grumbled, feeling that Anakin hold you even more tighter than before. no need to let go, your energy, spirit, condition could not make it to let go form they’re holding so tight onto you, not wanting to let you go, even the slightest.

 “you know we can’t grant your wish about that.” Anakin replied, but Padme hasn’t let her voice out about what you want, so foolishly of you look at Padme, looking at her face, just to see she’s nodding her head in a form of agreement with Anakin. stupid, why would you even think that she’ll grant you wish upon you who have making an escape so so many times that now they don’t want to let go of you.

“ I’m terribly sorry, but you know we can’t make up on that one.” Padme replied and then brushing your hair that is soft, silky, perfectly taken care so carefully by the Senator’s maids everyday. every touch that they gave to you fills with obsession, possession and of course, overwhelmed love, so do with their words, no doubts. “I don’t want you to run so scarily like that ever again, okay love? giving you ‘personal space’ could make you run away, and we don’t want that, besides you’re safer with us rather than to be alone, let alone that ‘freedom’ you’re talking about.” she kisses you cheek, soft and warm cheek, oh how she loves it, so does with your first expression when she could saw you face heaten up when she kissed your cheek for the first time after she confessed her love to you. so sweet yet now its just a nothing but memories.

Anakin holds your hand carefully, as if it’ll break into pieces if he grabs it too hard, the last time he dragged you before, he thinks it was close before he might break your little hand into pieces and he thinks he would never stand to see your face dying out of hurt, especially because of him. he then kiss you hands and hold it like before, like its his last time to see you before you’re gone, forever.

He remembers the first time he finally able to hold you tight, right in his arms, when he’s back from his mission, oh how he loved your relieved face and you bright smile because of you seeing him, that means that smile just for him, he loves it so much, he start to imagine what you’re face like if he actually often go to dangerous mission and then come back to see you run for him.

actually it hurts him to see you escape every single time you got a chance, don’t be a foolish, all he wants is just you to be safe, secure, and want you to be happy, and he’s sure that you aren’t happy if you go outside and somebody else just might catch, kidnap, or even kill you for some stupid credits.

let this night pass, and next day they’ll sure they would make you forget about the outside world. they’re going to make sure that they are you world, nothing else matters for you, goodluck trying to escape next time, dear.

[sinisterexaggerator]

Headcanons for the (likely infrequent) instances where Cad is soft with his s/o?

What’s happening? Why does Cad feel the need to change his demeanor? Does he judge himself for it? I’m curious!

Thanks in advance ☺️

Thanks for the ask, @wingofshadow!

(Mildly NSFW for language, mostly.)

As a disclaimer, I am in favor of Cad Bane being a bastard man. I like him mean. I entertain a soft Cad on occasion for requests. That being said, he can grow a soft spot for people, which is what will eventually happen in my longfic, Stars Above. I will quote myself from another list of headcanons I made:

“Cad can catch feelings. That doesn’t mean he will treat you that much different, or at least at first. [...] To tame this monster takes what I imagine is a selfless, altruistic person. Someone with no ulterior motives; innocent; blameless, that is … someone who can melt his icy heart. Someone who can show him how ugly he is, and still loves him regardless.”

To that end, here is a list of headcanons I have been wanting to write for a while:

How does Cad Bane treat someone he loves?

Once Cad catches himself slipping, he may do everything in his power to stop it from happening. Maybe he avoids you. Maybe he disappears for weeks. He is upset at himself, and perhaps at you for making him feel this way.

Having feelings or emotions of any kind for someone makes him feel vulnerable or weak minded. In his line of work, that is a dangerous game. For one, it might cause him to become distracted, and two, if anyone finds out that he favors someone, it could be used to their advantage and used against him.

He might worry for your safety. He might assume his enemies will come for you. I imagine he is overprotective for this reason. If you were ever in danger his hunter instincts kick in - talking he goes feral to protect his own.

I also imagine him being territorial. He will mark you, claim you physically and verbally, so that everyone knows you belong to him. Maybe he sees someone looking and pulls you into his lap. Maybe he possessively grabs your ass.

He might talk in circles, not wanting to admit his true feelings. “Should I leave?” “Ain’t nowhere else fer ya t’go.” – I imagine he never states outright that he cares for you, but that for him, actions speak louder than words.

I also think that goes for those three little words as well. “I love you,” is something Cad Bane would never say, though you might be able to tell by the way he acts or behaves in certain situations. If he does, I imagine you would be on your deathbed, and even then perhaps it is too much for him to acknowledge to himself aloud.

If  he does love you, he’s going to be unhappy about it for a time and take it out on you on purpose by being a rude little shit. Maybe he’s trying to scare you off. Maybe he’s trying to put distance between you. If you leave, he doesn’t have to chalk it up to being his fault.

Bane would be hard pressed to admit it, but he is definitely a jealous Duros. Do not go around flirting or otherwise invite flirtations from others. You will get more than a talking to. He will interrupt, he will pull you aside, and he will punish you one way or another.  

On the other hand, he hates the idea anyone would ever think he’s going soft. He makes it a point to deny you public displays of affection, even if you beg him. The closest thing you’ll get is a rough fucking in the alley behind a cantina, and he doesn’t give a shit who watches. Who’s going to stop him or call him out for it?

While Bane will not display affection publicly towards you, he may let you hang all over him when it’s convenient. It makes him look good to have a beautiful sentient not able to keep their hands off him, though he will forcefully tell you to stop when he’s had enough – and you better listen. If  he does display affection, it’s very possessive in nature, such as when he grabs Padme’s face in front of Anakin.

The only time he may be “gentle” with you is behind closed doors. In a scenario where he is drunk, perhaps he lets loose a little bit more, meaning he drops his guard, and that is why he rarely, if ever, drinks in public.

On the other hand, if you are sloshed, he may actually coddle you and be a little more affectionate towards you because he thinks you won’t remember it. This is also behind closed doors. In public he would be disgusted by it and reprimand you. He would most likely force you to sit still or otherwise leave the cantina or party so he can have control over your actions if he feels attached to you enough that you could possibly embarrass him. That, or walk out and leave you there.

I think Bane might secretly be a bit of a romantic, but he would rather die than for you to figure that out. Maybe he opens the top hatch of his ship and sits you up there so you can stare at the stars together while planetside. Maybe he takes you somewhere you’ve always wanted to go, but don’t make a big deal out of it. All the fuss and attention just annoys him and makes him never want to be nice again.

Cad Bane loves being touched, especially along his hands, face, and neck, but he will never admit this and try to hide it. I like to say his love language is a hand massage, he just doesn’t know it yet. He most likely rarely receives affection, so it kind of confuses him when he does receive it, and he may try to convince himself he doesn’t care or doesn’t like it when he actually very much does. I imagine maybe he tries to return the favor on occasion. A stroke to your jaw, a caress of his knuckles against your cheek. A passionate kiss. Maybe he idly plays with your hair. These movements are also most likely possessive in nature, though in the back of his mind it may mean more, and he can only hope it translates.

Of course, he gives you pet names. Besides lil’ lady, maybe he calls you darlin’, sweetheart, or Izrin. I could see him calling someone a “bird” or a “broad” even. Maybe angel, or kiddo. Possibly even things that might be considered derogatory, but in an affectionate way. Slut, for instance. Harlot, wench, doll, dame, strumpet, “woman” or “girl,’ brat, trollop, tart, Jezebel, minx, etc.

I imagine he is a bit of smooth talker if you’re upset and he’s feeling “soft.” I bet he could talk you down easily with some of the lines that come out of his mouth, or easily disarm you with a simple phrase such as “Yer safe. No one’s gonna harm ya.”

Though he can be a bit of a horndog, once he’s settled into someone he’s extremely loyal. He expects you to be the same. If you’re not, don’t expect him to stick around. He won’t be played. He already doesn’t trust anyone. If you break what trust he has in you after working so hard to get it, that’s the end of the relationship. He doesn’t have time for games and bullshit.

He can definitely be hurt, though that is something private and something he does not speak of. Maybe that’s why he’s often so mean, or labeled as a bastard. He holds his emotions inside, and the only entity he might spill his guts to on occasion is Todo, and even then, it’s rare. If you ever see that side of him, hell must have frozen over, or in that moment, for whatever reason, he has lost all control.

In conclusion, he doesn’t consciously change his demeanor. If he does, it’s not towards being kinder or softer, it’s him trying to force himself to be more apathetic and cold-hearted as a defense mechanism.

In terms of judgement, I would say he is more concerned with his reputation and what others might think or say if they catch him displaying anything other than his macho persona.  Regardless, there may actually come a time where he “bites the bullet” and gives in. If he’s truly, madly in love with someone, he doesn’t give a kark what anyone thinks, and he’ll shoot the first person to give him any grief.

That’s the ultimate test. You know you’ve got him whipped when he’s willing to indulge you in public by allowing you to physically touch him or otherwise keep him close to you. If you can get him to purr you might as well have him on a leash.

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Masterlist

Cad Bane Masterlist

[happypopcornprincess]

The Heartbreak Prince (Prequel)

Pairings - Rooster x OG Desi Character Nisha Bagchi

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

A/N - For all the girlies asking for a Desi! Reader fic, here it is! This is my first time writing with an original character, this may or may not turn into a series or will be a looong one shot (I can’t decide upon it). This starts just after The Wedding Bet Date Top Gun AU, I will make a separate master list for this universe with all the stories of my Top Gun AU set in this. This is a prequel, full fic will be out this week :) Hope y’all like it.

This was requested Anonymously, whoever you are, thank you!

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Living in an oceanfront house with his 15-year-old stepsister who would not listen to him was not on Bradley’s bucket list.

When Maverick and Penny left for their honeymoon after their wedding, they were planning on letting Amelia stay at her friend’s house for the duration of their trip. But after the stunt she pulled at Penny’s Bachelorette, they were paranoid to do so.

Also, the fact that she is a literal carbon copy of her mother, who was infamous for pulling stunts in her youth didn’t help them either.

Penny and Pete practically begged Bradley to keep an eye on Amelia, living at Penny’s home until they return.

Bradley would see his friends and colleagues fight their siblings to death and love them more than themselves. He always thought of it as a peculiar bond between two people. He had lived alone for a long time. It was difficult to fit in with a person who does nothing but talk about pop culture and how tragic Anakin and Padme’s story was. 

Amelia seems like an absolute angel, and she was slowly growing on him. But, she was the sneakiest teenager he had ever come across.

He had his fair share of fun in his teens, but he was never that sneaky. So after he was about to ground her for trying to sneak out yet another time, she gave him the most adorable puppy eyes. He had to agree to a movie night instead.

And here he was now, running around the small naval town trying to find a specific type of popcorn and chips she listed for him.

The small store wasn’t crowded a lot but was still busy on a Saturday night. He roamed around the aisles, his eyes searching the stacks of food as he subconsciously muttered, “Cheddar Cheese” under his breath. He was so lost in doing so, he totally missed the figure coming towards him, and bumped into a shopping cart.

“Whoa!” he stepped back, trying to regain his balance, as he heard a string of apologies thrown towards him.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay?” a familiar voice followed.

Bradley looked at the cart that hit him in the ankle, and then at the person holding it.

Eyes as dark as his stared back at him, the same eyes he'd stared into so many times before. She had shorter hair now, reaching just above her elbows, and apart from her absence of glasses, she looked exactly the same.

He took a sharp breath. “Nisha?” he whispers, desperately trying to believe his eyes.

“It’s been a while, sunny.” she smiles.

Chapter One

Prequel to this series (Hangman X Phoenix) || The Wedding Bet Date

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[fatedsith]

Anakin has never wanted anything more than what she’s offering right now– it’s everything he’s clung to for years. He’s loved her since they met, dreaming of her and imagining their future together almost like he just knew, prophetically, that they would end up as husband and wife. The Force was mysterious like that, weaving through his mind, taking him places he never would’ve expected to go. He’s not even sure he would be alive if not for it guiding him like it did in all of those Podraces.

But now he’s here, in the future he dreamed of, and because of Padmé it’s completely perfect even if it isn’t. The Jedi weren’t what he’d expected as a child; the slaves weren’t free, he hadn’t seen his mother again and bureaucracy was slow, like a disease that didn’t care what lives it took. But Padme is everything he dreamed of and more. She’s just like he remembered her, but even more beautiful somehow, intelligent and kind and with an unwavering heart.

“I agree,” he rasps, blue eyes clouded with heavy desire for her at just the thought of making children together. It’s romantic to him, how she doesn’t want to waste any time. He doesn’t either; not even a second. “I think we can do whatever we please…No one has to know. Not until we’re ready.” Maybe they would reach a point where one of them retired or moved on from their positions. Maybe one day when Anakin has  become a Jedi Master and returned to save his mother. “You already make my dreams come true by existing,” he murmurs against her soft lips, dragging a kiss against them.

Her confident words make him smirk a little, amused by the way her sweet voice sounds when she’s telling him something she’s certain of. He enjoys it even more because she’s being possessive over him, not even realizing that he already is what she’s describing. “You’re already the only woman I see. Like I said, you were the only one I thought of for all of those years. But it would be a waste not to enact such a plan, so maybe you should follow through with it just to be safe,” he teases against her soft lips. “I think I’d like to get so used to being inside of you that it’s all I can think about…” his words are a purr as her thumb traces his lower lip, making him shiver because it feels so good. He likes the gentle way she touches him, like she’s worshiping him too. It makes him moan a little when she tells him she wants to make him feel good, her voice warm and sexy in a way he never imagined it would be, all just for him. “Please,” he begs, but it comes out in more of a whimper. “But I’m going to make you feel just as good…I promise.”

He could listen to her voice and it would be enough to get him off, even without her touch. She’s beautiful; a work of art, moving on top of him. Everything about her seems flawless, from her body to her voice to the way she loves him back. So he can’t deny she’s right when she says she would have him wrapped around her finger anyway. “Maybe so,” he teases. “You are rather convincing.” There’s a reason why her people wanted her re-elected even though it was against policy. She’s an amazing queen, but to Anakin she’s an even more amazing person.

She tells him she loves him, making his heart race, body unbelievably warm. He’s sure he’ll never get tired of hearing it, either– his favorite three words she’s ever said. He loves how his nickname sounds on her tongue, something that he was worried about before, hoping she didn’t see him as the same little boy he was when they were kids. But he can tell she doesn’t and he can hear the reverence in her tone, as if who he was when they met was still special to her, even if she hadn’t loved him like this yet. “I love you,” he murmurs another time, almost hypnotically, because the way she fucks him is lulling him into a haze of pleasure.

She’s so obedient for him, claiming she doesn’t care about Palo, only him. She bounces on him, hips rolling and making him struggle to breathe with each slide of her cunt, clenching around his aching length. He can’t find it in himself to care about her ex fling anymore; not when he’s feeling her body like this and it’s changing everything, giving him a pleasure he’s never felt before. No one else was ever given this side of her; only Anakin. He’s selfish and wants to keep it that way– wants to keep her all to himself, never uttering that artist’s name again.

It gives him a certain satisfaction, hearing her beautiful moans fill the room along with the wet sound of her riding him, sliding down onto him again and again. It feels so good that his breathing is ragged, teeth gritting as he almost goes over the edge again. She tells him how big he is, making him smirk. “I know, my love…And it’s all for you.” He gasps, trying to center himself again despite how good she feels, wet and tight, going even harder as his fingers scratch her skin. 

She teases him, pointing out how much he likes fucking her when it’s not against his rules. He moans brokenly, fucking into her harder, hips raising as he fills her. Her walls clench in response and Anakin knows he can’t take much more. “Yes…Because I like being bad when it comes to you,” he murmurs, but the hitch in his voice makes it more of a gasp. “Maybe part of me wants them all to find out you’re mine…See me inside of you and know who you belong to.” His words sound insane, even to his own ears, but that’s what she does to him– drives him crazy. He’s possessive and completely in love, losing what’s left of his mind to the incredible feeling of her perfect body.

She seems to be losing herself just as much, with the moan that falls from her lips by the time he’s between her parted legs. Her fingers slide through his hair, telling him how good it feels, her thighs trembling around his head.

He can still taste her in his mouth from when he greedily licked her cunt and he needs to be between her legs again. “Tell me how much you want more, baby,” he murmurs, moving one hand up to brush stray curls from her pretty face. His thumb traces her cheek, gently and reverently, admiring her and her perfect skin. “Tell me everywhere you want my tongue, so I can grant your every wish.” He’s greedy and he doesn’t care how he sounds– he just wants to know what Padmé likes. He doesn’t know how any of this works, never having had sex before, but he knows that he wants to worship every part of her perfect body.

Both hands dig into her hips once more, helping lift her as he thrusts inside of her, again and again. Her entrance is soaking, making it easier, so slick as his breathing goes ragged. Letting go of her hips, he leans further over her, his forehead pressing to hers as he slides fully inside of her once more. “Feels so good,” he breathes, snapping his hips rhythmically to fuck her as he buries his face against her neck from the pleasure.

The scream that leaves her only makes him thrust inside of her harder, filling her again and again with a groan. She goes slack underneath him, allowing him complete control, so he fucks her soaking hole again and again, moaning quietly. Pushing her legs apart with his hand, he leans in, his chest brushing against hers as their lips meet. Anakin kisses her almost shakily, desperately, full lips sliding across her own as he’s sheathed inside of her. Tracing her lower lip with his tongue, he slowly pushes it inside of her mouth to touch her own. One hand tangles in her hair, tugging at it to pull her mouth against his hungrily.

having that fairytale ending never seemed so close before, just out of arms reach and if it was up or her she would have that perfect little family right now, with anakin and their beautiful children running around a green field, no worries of danger or pain just love and joy. but for now there were obstacles in the way of their dreams and they would have to be careful. "perhaps when everything's died down and there isn't a target on my back...we could make such dreams a reality." padmé says softly, her soft brown eyes casting down upon him. "life is far too short to waste time, especially with where we're at in life." anything could happen, with him being a jedi he could go away for weeks to months, sometimes putting himself in harms way. maybe she was in a rush to claim the jedi but maybe it would be worth it. "i want to make your dreams come true " she says softly, biting down on her lower lip.

you would have to be blind to not see the beauty that radiated off the male. from his ocean blue eyes to the shape of his lips and sweet nose. he was truly something else and padmé had noticed it from the moment he walked into the room. so it would be silly not to assume that others had noticed it as well...other women from different planets with various beauty and personalities, all wanting just a bite of the forbidden fruit, a chance to be with him if even just for a night.

but padmé would be lying if she said it didn't bother her just a little thinking of all the things he could've done if it weren't for some silly code, all the women that could've tempted him, even just thinking of such a hypothetical scenario sends a chill down her spine as she's looking down at him with a hungry gaze. "oh I know you're too much of a handful, no other woman would understand you and your needs the way I do." she purrs looking down at his soft lips as she smirks. "but I'm not going to punish you ani, I'm going to make love to you until the thought of another woman makes you sick when it crosses your mind, that your eyes don't even see others because all you will ever be able to think about is how you feel when you're inside of me." her words come out in a low whisper as she brings her hand to his face, letting her thumb brush against his lip. "I wanna make you feel good."

the sweet sound that leaves him drives her crazy and she can't help but smile. she would never get used to the effect she has on him with something just as simple as touch...making him weak underneath her as she backs up her hips against him, rolling her hips down slowly as lips part in a shaky moan, trying to take all of him as her body fills up with desire.

there's a breathless chuckle that leaves her lips, pushing her hips down teasingly as anakin teases and tells her that she's lucky because she'd been taunting him about always being right. she leans down to rest her forehead against his "even if that weren't true, I have a feeling I would still find a way to have you wrapped around my finger." she smirks down at him playfully, taking his lips between her teeth as she tugs up on it.

for so long padmé has gotten used to always taking the lead, being in charge and in truth she really did enjoy that part, always being outspoken and headstrong it was one of her greatest qualities, but it was also something that padmé would grow tired of at times. she just wanted to let go of it all sometimes, give that power away so she could finally feel free...but, there had never been anyone she ever trusted enough to let that side of her show, she never felt free enough to submit to someone else until tonight as she's laying in bed with anakin. she trusted him more than anyone else, maybe even more than herself.

her body feels like it's on fire as he speaks, praising her once again In those sweet words. she bites down on her lower lip, dark eyes looking back at him as she blushes shyly at the way he squeezes her ass, causing her to buck her hips slightly as a tight moan falls past her lips. "I won't bring him up." she whimpers, tilting her head back as a shaky breath leaves her. "I don't care about him ani... you're the only one." she breathes, biting down on her lower lip as she rolls her hips even harder.

he continues to praise her, calling her a good girl and telling her just how tight she is making a giggle to fall from her lips. she loves hearing it... especially from his sweet lips mixed with his much rougher touch, one hand on her ass and the other on her breast as he's squeezing her skin leaving this tinglely feeling against her skin but the thing she loved most of all were the three words he said to her. "i-i love you too ani, fuck I love you so much..." she gasp out through her words, desperately trying to get the words out and make sense.

his dick is filling her, spreading her apart and fucking into her as she moves up and down against his cock, taking him deeply inside of her until he's hitting that spot. "y-you're so...so big, you're filling me up so fucking good baby " padmé hisses, gritting her teeth together as she moves with eagerness. "I want you to keep fucking me." she breathes out with a shaky breath at the way his fingers push into her skin, almost deep enough to leave marks. "yeah?" she whispers "you like fucking into my tight pussy knowing that you shouldn't? knowing you would get into big trouble being inside of me if your master found out?" words leave her lips in a purr, eyes fluttering as she arches her back forward, letting her fingers move down his skin.

but before she has a moment to react anakin's hands wrap around her, shifting their positions until she's laying her back against the mattress and her dark eyes look up at him, feeling her cheeks flush a slight shade of pink. she feels more exposed, spread apart just for him. anakin moves between her legs as a leaves her lips, her dark eyes gazing at his frame, toned and beautiful. his skin is almost glowing as her eyes move even lower until she sees his fingers wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off a little for her. but then he does something she doesn't expect, anakin moves down between her legs as his tongue begins to lick between her folds. "o-oh my..." she moans out loudly. it feels good, sending a shiver down her spine as her mouth falls open. "that feels so good." she mumbles, reaching out to gently brush petite fingers through his shaven hair.

it feels so good that she completely loses herself for a moment, the wetness of his tongue lapping against her causing her thighs to quiver...until anakin is pulling back again, a shaky whine falls past her lips but padmé doesn't have long to pout over it when he's wrapping her legs around his waist, tug her closer as she finally pushing inside of her, causing a loud moan to fall apart her lips as her dark eyes flutter closed. his movements are hard, making her body feel as though it's going completely weak. "don't stop...." padmé almost screams, letting her mouth fall open.

[teletraan-meets-jarvis]

What I Want - Part 2

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Chapter Title: What I Need

Pairing: Crosshair x fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: Following the awkwardness of the night before, you go to an old friend to try and process your feelings for Crosshair.

Click here for Part 1

Warnings: 18+, a bit more frisky business but not full on so rated 18 just to be safe. Swearing.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: You ask, you get!! Thanks so much for all the support and love for part 1 ❤️. As a thank you, I bring you part 2, I hope you enjoy! If this one takes off a bit as well, I do have an idea for a little bonus chapter around the Bad Batches' reaction. As always, feedback/comments are massively appreciated along with reblogs. Fic is below the cut off, thanks for reading!!

Taglist: @aerynwrites @shannon-lynn-21 @saltywintersoldat @tired-night-owl @wille-zarr

A comm alarm beeped softly, slowly pulling you out your slumber. Giving the device a sleepy glare, you shut it off and huffed back onto your bunk. Wrecker’s snores were echoing off the small ship barracks, you rolled your eyes at his sleeping form across the room as you swung your legs over the side of your top bunk. Below you, Tech slept soundly, he managed to fall asleep with his goggles on which were now sitting wonky on his relaxed face. He also had a datapad clutched to his chest, almost like a teddy bear, which made you chuckle to yourself.

You’d barely slept after getting back from the mission but being a General stopping over on Coruscant meant rest would be a pipe dream. Your alarm was set to get you out of bed and ready for the first of what you were sure would be a hundred and ten briefings today. You were always happy to shoulder the politics for the team, removing that burden from Hunter so they could keep to themselves. But today, you could really do without it.

You looked over at Hunter and Crosshair’s bunks, the former sleeping up top with an arm over his eyes. Probably to block out the few small coloured lights on the ship that shone from critical systems, preventing the room from being truly pitch black. You didn’t envy Hunter’s enhanced senses, they seemed to cause him quite a bit of discomfort when they weren’t on missions. You should probably pick him up an eye mask one of these days.

Below him, Crosshair slept with his back to the open room. One of the few times you ever saw his body relaxed was when he slept. You cringed as you remembered yesterday’s awkwardness with the sniper and mentally cursed at yourself for causing, what was, an easily avoidable situation.

Shaking your head you jumped silently off of your bunk, mindful to not wake any of the batch. You gently removed Tech’s goggles, placing them in their usual spot before moving over to grab some fresh robes and head for the fresher. Today was going to be a real drag.

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“Hey! Look what the Lothcat dragged in” someone called after you as you trudged up the steps to the GAR Headquarters. You turned around to see none other than Anakin Skywalker jogging up behind you.

“Nice to see you too Skyguy” he chuckled at the nickname as he threw an arm around your shoulders.

You fell into companionable chatter as you made your way to your first meeting, the dark halls of the military headquarters looking indistinguishable as you attempted to find the correct room. Members of the Coruscant Guard patrolled the halls, nodding politely to you both as you strolled past.

Eventually you found the room where Mace, Plo and Luminara were waiting, along with some clone and human high command. You stood outside the door for a moment, readying yourself to seal your fate of being talked at for a solid eight standard hours.

Eventually you caved, mostly as you were on the verge of being late if you debated standing outside any longer. Begrudgingly, you sat through briefing after briefing. All the voices and different rooms blending into one grey blur as you tried to take in what information you could, but your tired and stressed mind was having none of it.

While it was nice to catch up with some of the other Jedi, you always felt a bit out of place among the perfect members of the council. More so now than ever.

You ended up wandering back to the temple with Anakin where you both retired to his room and you flopped down onto his simple bed with a whine.

“Okay, what’s going on? You’ve been off all day” Anakin was the closest thing you had to a brother, you trained as Padawans together and due to your similar age you became fast friends. You knew about his marriage to Padme and decided that if you could offload your dilemma on anyone, it’d be him.

“I fucked up” you groaned out from behind your hands.

“What’d you do?” Anakin replied in a playful tone.

“I might’ve got a bit hot and heavy with one of the clones in my squad, led him on and then cut it off” Anakin raised an eyebrow at your confession. “And now he’s pissed at me”

“Why?” You weren’t entirely sure which part of that entire thing he was questioning.

“Because I started the whole thing, I wanted it. Then all of a sudden I did that whole guilty Jedi, must follow every word of the order thing, gave him some pathetic look which said really sorry I can’t have attachments mate, hope you understand. He called me out on it before I could even utter the banthashit excuse and then he stomped off and hasn’t spoken to me since.”

“In his defence, seems like he was probably wound a little tight” Anakin replied with a chuckle which you just groaned at.

“He has every right to be pissed. Hells, I would be if the roles were reversed. Whats with this whole self-righteous act us Jedi have going on?”

“Look, it’s hard being a Jedi at the best of times. It takes an inhumane amount of self-control, which is why its not a path for the weak. But being a Jedi while at war… it’s a lot. You’re emotions are running high, you’re forming bonds with soldiers on the battlefield that you shouldn’t be, but none of us can help it because it’s uncharted territory. Maker knows I’d hunt down anyone who hurt Obi-Wan or my Captain. Yes, It’s not the Jedi way, but neither is fighting a grand-scale war.” Anakin’s eyes were alive with emotion as he spoke, be he quickly caught himself and then it was gone.

“My point is, don’t beat yourself up so much. No one is getting kicked out the order or in his case reconditioned if that’s what you’re worried about. Figure out what it is you want, and then just be discreet about it” you looked at Anakin like he’d grown two heads, he just winked at your confused stare.

“Okay let’s keep it simple. Are you attracted to him?” You thought back to the night before and firmly nodded in response.

“Do you like him as a person?” You pondered his question.

“Well, it’s Cross. I wasn’t sure if he even liked me for a long time. He’s closed off, anti-social, but he’s also a good guy, cares about his brothers, has saved my ass multiple times, and he is kinda funny in his own, snide way” you rattled off with fondness in your words.

“Well then I suggest you go and talk to him.” Anakin replied, giving you a knowing look when he spotted the small smile on your lips as you spoke about the sniper.

You took a deep breath, glad to have finally gotten that off your chest and feeling content that you now knew what to do next. “Thanks, Ani”

“Ugh please don’t call me that” he moaned back, apparently only Padme was allowed to get away with that one.

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Your walk back to the Marauder felt like it dragged on and on. Your brain ran over a thousand scenarios of what to say, how he’d react and you were about to short circuit. There was so much risk, so much possibility, that you did your best to shut your mind off and let yourself handle it in the moment. These things never went as planned anyway, it was best not to guess.

The large door to the ship hissed open, your boots clanking on the metal surface as you cautiously walked into your home. It didn’t take you long to find Crosshair, he was sat in the main hull methodically cleaning his hand blaster. Everyone else must’ve been asleep. He was just in his blacks, the material hugging him in the most wonderful way, it’s like whoever designed those things was trying to trip you up. The contours of his arm muscles flexing as he worked, his strong chest looked practically chiselled at the heart of his lean frame. You had to force yourself to calm down a little bit.

“Uh, hey” you greeted awkwardly. “Mind if I join you?”

You took his silence as a well he’s not saying no. He didn’t spare you a glance as you walked in and took a seat opposite him. As a General in the GAR, you rarely got nervous. War, as a concept, was simple. You knew your purpose, your objective, you had a job to get done and you’d do it. The risks never stopped you, rather they fuelled you. Probably why you’re such a good fit for the bad batch.

But this right now, personal feelings, not knowing where you stand with someone you care about. Because if you were honest, you really did care about Crosshair, the same as you did the rest of the team. You’d only been with the squad just under a year but you’d gladly lay down your life for any of them in a heartbeat. If you could at least get back to where you were before the other night, you’d be over the moon.

You weren’t used to being so nervous, you let your hands fiddle with you dark Jedi robes as you readied yourself to speak again.

“Look, I’m not here to throw some crap about being a Jedi at you, I promise. And I’m sorry for trying it before” he still didn’t look at you, finding his blaster much more interesting. But you could tell he was listening, you had his attention. Might as well keep babbling.

“In terms of an explanation for what happened yesterday, well I guess I panicked.” You sighed as you tried to find the next words “The way you made me feel that night, I… I’ve never felt like that before and everything i’d been taught over the years screamed at me that what I was doing was dangerous and wrong. I now realise that I’m just an idiot. I make my own decisions and I… uh -well, I stick by that one, starting something that is.” Still nothing.

“I know this is probably a long shot. But in the interest of being transparent” you rambled “uh… if you want to go down that road again, I’m up for seeing what happens, can be as casual as we like. I promise I won’t freak out on you again.” You chuckled and thought you almost spotted a slight pull in the corner of Crosshair’s lips “But if you want to go back to how we were before, I’d also really like that.” You watched him for a while as he gave no acknowledgement of your words, his cleaning finished as he now gave the weapon a once over in his hands. Having said everything you needed, you got up from your seat, looking away from him.

“Well, if I can do anything else, let me know” you turned on your heel to leave, feeling slightly defeated but glad you’d at least made the first step.

“I could think of a few things” he finally spoke as he leaned back into his seat and continued to stare at his blaster, still not meeting your gaze.

Well that caught your attention, you turned back around to face him as he carried on ignoring you. While his tone was unbothered as he spoke, you knew him just enough to know his words held a meaning. He was playing with you, back to his usual teasing and you could’ve laughed at the relief that washed over you. This you could work with. A cheeky idea popped into your head and you’d decided to run with it.

“Oh really?” Throwing caution to the wind, you strode over to the sniper slowly. His gaze finally meeting yours after all this time, watching you as you got closer and closer. Practically drawing you in with his amber eyes. You pushed him back by his chest, creating enough room so you could straddle his lap. “Care to elaborate?”

He huffed out a short laugh at your words, his face overall unbothered but his eyes, they were burning into you. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll figure it out”.

You hummed in response, deciding to kick things up a notch you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your faces just breaths apart. “Something like this?” You asked, pausing for another second before bringing your lips to his in a surprisingly soft and gentle kiss. You felt his hands come up to rest on your back, pulling you closer as you continued your slow dance. This was so different from the other night, where before there was desperation and lust, now there was something more… tender, passionate. You were quite glad you weren’t standing as the way he moved against you would’ve definitely made your knees weak.

Dragging yourself away from his lips, you searched his face. His mouth pulled into a barely there smirk “That’s a start.”

“Who said I was finished?” And just like that, the last few strands of tension between you both snapped and you relaxed in his arms. You fisted your hands into the front of his blacks and pulled him back to you, his tongue slipped between your lips, curious and demanding. He was everywhere again, filling your nose with the scent of the standard cheap GAR soap but mixed with something earthy, something so distinctly Crosshair and you couldn’t get enough.

You could tell why the Jedi order frowned upon such activities, kissing Crosshair was intoxicating. You couldn’t think of anything else other than the handsome clone in front of you and just how much you wanted him in that moment.

His hands wandered lower and lower down you back until they rested comfortably on your backside, pulling you further up his lap. Feeling mischievous, you started trailing kisses along his jaw. Setting a teasing, languid pace as you mapped out the spots that made him squirm. Crosshair was never a man of many words, so you made it your mission to see just how vocal you could make him.

As your lips met his pulse point, he gave a loud exhale and you smirked in victory against his skin as you continued the onslaught on his senses. You definitely seemed to be doing something right as his hands found themselves in your hair, clutching slightly and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you. Even while trying to gain the upper hand in the situation, he always had some control over you. It was maddening in the best way, setting your veins alight with desire.

Determined to get another victory you traced your tongue against the base of the side of his neck and trailed it all the way up to the bottom of his ear, which you teasingly took into your mouth, teeth grazing the soft skin. A strangled moan escaped the clone and that was the moment where you knew you were hopelessly and utterly gone. Your mind filled with nothing other than wanting to be closer to Crosshair.

“Not very Jedi of you” he commented, slightly breathless when you finally stopped teasing him and came back up to meet his eyes. Looking down at where your bodies were pressed against one another, you chuckled.

“What exactly about this situation led you to believe I was ever a model Jedi?” You smirked, though it was only visible for a second before his mouth was back on yours, devouring you as his hands greedily roamed your body.

You continued making out like teenagers for most of the evening, taking the time to explore each other, enjoying the closeness. Contentment settled over your body, almost as if this was were you were meant to be. If Crosshair’s arms were where you belonged, well, you could think of worse places to be.

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[phoenixyfriend]

I'd like to hear ur thoughts on a sex pollen au! ^_^

OKAY COOL I actually have been having many thoughts, most of which are pretty disjointed, and I’m tossing them under a cut. Thank you for giving me an excuse to share them.

This started with me going “I have a fucked up fic desire, I'm scared to look to see if it exists because if it does then it's probably not going to be done in a way I can stomach, let alone enjoy...”

But you know what, let’s talk about it.

So as a general rule, I can see the Anakin and Rex being like "Ah, you're hot, but one of us is in committed monogamy and the other is functionally a slave to the Republic, so we'll just high-five and move on with our goddamn lives because there's a war to fight."

The three kinds of fics I want to read with this in mind are like

Less fucked up: Padme urges Anakin to find release where and when he can, ends up with an arrangement to have sex with Rex whenever they're feeling wound up, which Padme is entirely open to happening (and on her end IDK one of the handmaidens), but there's a running undercurrent of 'is this really okay?' for Anakin because of the limited freedom the clones have and fraternization laws and all that fun stuff

More fucked up: Rex is quietly lusting after Anakin but doesn't actually ever acknowledge it out loud, partly because Padme exists and partly because wow fraternization laws, and Rex is vaguely under the impression that if he asked, Anakin would fuck him, but only out of guilt for the slave army situation, because what's Star Wars without a mess of ethical bullshit? Except then Rex gets hit by some sex pollen, and needs to get fucked to survive (or at least to not be in a whole lot of pain), and the only person he actually wants that way is Anakin, if only because everyone else in the area is either a brother or Ahsoka (who is baby), and like... obviously, Anakin's going to help however he can, but the ability to consent is muddled on both ends due to the coercion and reluctance etc.

Still fucked up: The same as number 2, but Anakin’s the one that gets hit with sex pollen.

I was prompted with that last one on discord and ended up SPIRALLING around "Anakin is hit by sex pollen, only sapient individuals in reach are clones (ethical violation), Ahsoka (BABY), and the natborn officers (they'd all refuse); Rex offers, both angst"

Various lovely angst options, including

Anakin initially tries to refuse by insisting he can't cheat on Padme, Kix (who is monitoring the health situation until someone gets their sexy on) just straight up calls her and says "Hi, your husband is going to be in extreme pain for several days unless he gets fucked and we don't have time to get back to Coruscant. It's not usually lethal but he's going to feel like he's on fire for all that time, partly because of a significant fever. Please give him permission to sleep with someone because this isn't actually safe to ignore." Padme is. Well aware of the clone situation and asks who's volunteering, then asks to speak with Rex directly to make sure HE wants this, and not that he's just volunteering because he feels like he has no choice. Eventually she's at least convinced that Rex is doing this as a "Help out my bro because he's in pain" thing, rather than a "help out my CO because that's what I'm for" thing, gives permission, but also says "And the Captain is coming to dinner when you're on leave." (Rex legit likes Anakin That Way in this scenario, but he can't TELL her that.) (Even though that's what she's LOOKING FOR.)

Anakin's "get out of ethical jail free" card has been stamped and voided, he cannot opt out of Destroying A Friendship By Hurting Someone, begs Rex to let down his mental shields so he can at least Know that Rex wants this, really, and that's enough to get us to a fade to black.

Anakin avoids Rex for days because he feels terrible, and Rex keeps wanting to apologize because he feels terrible, the clones are all confused, that's obviously all fun and games until Rex eavesdrops on Anakin demanding Kix tell him who else knows, did anyone tell the natborn officers

First assumption is obviously "he's ashamed of sleeping with a clone" but Rex isn't stupid enough to leave before he's eavesdropped to the end of the topic, but the actual reality is much worse, because it's a legitimate fear: Anakin's worried that if the natborn officers find out a clone slept with a Jedi because the Jedi "needed" it, someone'll take it as blanket permission to proposition the clones, and the clones... don't legally have the right to refuse, because they're not people.

Even if the clones do have the right to refuse (which Anakin is adamant they do, all of them, under his command and that of any Jedi), the natborn officers might twist a situation and leverage threats, etc, just because they want some fun.

Anakin's panicking, Rex is worrying, the clones are all Very Hush Hush about this. The Jedi Council was informed of the incident and Anakin's insisting that it not get reported anywhere beyond the clones involved and the Council reviewing it for the aforementioned ethical violations, because he does not want to become the precedent that people use to assault clones that way.

IDK probably this gets twisted into Palpatine trying to convince Anakin that it was Fine, Actually in a way that Anakin later confesses to Padme makes him feel uncomfortable and she's like "darling... that's fucked up, he shouldn't have said that and all your guilt comes from a place of caring for your friend right now, you need to talk to Rex and ask if he wants to be transferred if he's uncomfortable sharing a ship with a commander he slept with for reasons beyond your control, it's a bad situation all around and the Chancellor trying to alleviate your worries by telling you what he did was actually really bad, don't listen to him" and that snowballs into Anakin doubting everything Sheev tells him and IDK fix-it somewhere in there

Poly, yay

BUT THE TERRIBLE THOUGHT WAS MOSTLY ANAKIN WORRYING ABOUT NATBORN OFFICERS TRYING TO USE THE INCIDENT AS PRECEDENT FOR ORDERING CLONES TO GRANT THEM SEXUAL FAVORS

It’s likely that natborn officers were already coercing clones into sexual relations where the Jedi couldn’t keep control over the situation, but the thing is that if word got out that a Jedi did it, that a Jedi was treating a clone like that, that a Jedi implicitly approved...

[8uggestionamplifie6]

I've been thinking. Would Anakin and Padme actually be good parents?????

Like, think about this realistically.

Anakin already has a kark ton of problems. For one, he does NOT know how to love unpossessively. Two, he is already super controlling and kinda toxic(?).

If he leaves the Jedi Order to be with Padme and the twins, he would never learn the difference between attachment and love.

(And yes there is a freaking difference. Love is when you care about someone to the point where you want them to be happy, even if it's not with you. Attachment is when you 'love' someone so much that you can't stand the thought of that person being with someone else that isn't you. There is a very clear difference. Even George Lucas said it in a few interviews.)

Like, I'm pretty sure Obi-Wan tried to teach Anakin the difference, but Anakin just never understood it or didn't want to accept it. Anakin wasn't raised in the Temple. He wasn't taught Jedi beliefs and the difference between love and attachment on a daily basis by the creche masters. Instead, he had been freed from slavery, separated from his mother, Qui-Gon got killed, and he experienced a MASSIVE culture shock once he was accepted into the Temple, and he had been paired with an (although good) unwilling master AKA Obi-Wan who only accepted Anakin as his student because of Qui-Gon's final words.

Yes, I know, they do eventually develop an actual strong relationship, but the main reason Obi-Wan fought for Anakin to become his padawan in the first place was because of Qui-Gon. The only reason why Anakin was even accepted into the Order was because of Qui-Gon and later, Obi-Wan's insistence to keep his promise to Qui-Gon.

(Also? Really Qui-Gon? You had nothing to say to your Padawan who was basically your son? Even when you appeared in the Clone Wars, you hardly even cared about Obi-Wan, you just obsessing over Anakin. Like, I get that he's the 'Chosen One' or whatever, but I don't care. You don't treat your apprentice/son like that. And then you had the audacity to force a guilty and crying Obi-Wan who was holding your dying body to promise to train Anakin Skywalker, who Obi-Wan didn't even like for that matter? Like? Bish, you ungrateful nerfherder.)

As I said, Anakin doesn't understand how to love like securely and non-possessively. He was probably taught it by Obi-Wan and the rest of the Jedi, but that information clearly went through one ear and straight out the other.

Maybe Anakin would be a good parent for the first few years of Leia and Luke's lives, but the moment puberty hits? BAM! Helicopter parent right there!

This mainly concerns Leia because in Anakin's mind, she's a girl, she's not a trained force-sensitive, so she can't protect herself, and she's HIS daughter, she shouldn't do this or that, she can't have this or that. She can't have male friends, she can't hang out with any guys, etc. Because Anakin doesn't want Leia to not spend time with him or not be there constantly. He's controlling and he wants to control her life. Like I said, she is HIS daughter, not her own person (scroll all the way to the bottom for an explanation). He'd likely refuse to let Leia go to any parties, talk to any boys, or even have a basic social life.

Things might be a little different for Luke. Anakin might not be as controlling but will still be controlling to some degree.

Moreover, Padme would NOT reign him in or even stop him. She's already shown in AOTC and ROTS that she is perfectly willing to make excuses for any and all of Anakin's bad terrible decisions even though the evidence is right there in front of her face.

Like, she seriously tryna make me believe that killing a ton of innocent people in the Tusken village is good? Sure, maybe SOME of them might have deserved it, but all of them? No, they didn't, especially not the poor innocent kids. Like, Padme, is you good in thy head or not? You ain't see no red flags?🚩🚩🚩 anybody?

Also, in ROTS, she knows that Anakin is fully capable and willing to kill innocent people if he believes someone he loves is in danger/dead, but when Obi-Wan tells her what Anakin did in the Temple to the Younglings, she tryna act all slick like, "I don't be knowing what you talkin about", even though she clearly does. She seen Anakin confess what he did to the Tuskens and now she tryna lie? And on her death bed, she tryna convince me and Obi-Wan that Darth Vader is still good, like, did the dude NOT just strangle you and kill a bunch of innocent people?

I may be dumb, but I'm not THAT dumb, okay? I understand what murder is. Anakin just straight up shanked all of the Jedi in the Temple with the 501st.

Like, bruh, I get you smart and all, Padme, and you a senator and all, but I don't know if have any more brain cells than I do money when it comes to Anakin. And I have 0 dollars right now.

So, like, no, I don't think Padme would stop Anakin in the slightest. She'd probably make more excuses for him, like "that's how he shows his love for you" or "just get over it, Leia" or even "he's your father, let him do what he wants".

In short, the freaking helicopter parenting would continue and Luke and Leia are gonna be trapped because they ain't no trained Jedi. They can't do shit and they are still minors.

Leia/Luke might even run away from home or even Fall (*extreme case**very extreme and unlikely but still possible*) 'cause they are force-sensitive y'know.

Freaking Court might even get involved. Some lawyers might also be called up. Luke and Leia better make sure to dial the numbers of some therapists for their parents, too, and also maybe a mind healer. Neither of your parents are straight in their heads.

Anyways, none of yall gotta agree with me 'cause this is just my opinion, but at least look at it from my point of view first before you hate on me in the comments. Like, I really hope that Anakin and Padme would be good parents but I just don't see it working out (????).

I hghly recommend this fanfic for any interested reader. It explains the problems of helicopter parenting from Anakin very nicely, so please read it. Also, please read some of the comments.

There's more!!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Let me share something:

"A desperate parent hovers; a good parent guides."

Every parent needs to learn to let go of their kids eventually. The kids are going to leave the nest sooner or later and the parent needs to understand this.

Maybe, during the first 15 years or so, the parent can hover, but once that kid starts wanting to be independent, you gotta start giving that kid some space.

Like a bird, they gotta spread their wings and they can't do that if they stay cooped up in the nest for the rest of their lives. No baby bird is gonna fly immediately after they gain their wings and feathers. They gotta stretch them out first, do a few practice runs, and then they'll finally know how to fly.

Same thing for your kids. If they want independence but you know that they can't handle it yet, just give it to them. They gotta learn somehow. They gotta practice. And you just gotta be there to catch them if they fall.

You can stop hovering and instead start guiding. Because your son/daughter isn't just YOUR child anymore—they're becoming their own person and you need to realize and accept that. They're becoming an adult and your equal, so you gotta stop treating them like they're just your kid. Bc they're both your kid and their own person and you gotta realize that.

You can't keep your kids in the nest forever. Sooner or later, they're gonna rebel against your hovering and they'll cut you out of their lives bc you're being a toxic influence on them and they know it. Then, despite all your desperate hovering to keep your kids safe and in the nest, YOU are going to be the reason why your kids don't want you in their lives anymore.

You just gotta let go.

Yes, you can hover like a desperate parent for the first ten and a half years of your kids' lives, but eventually you're gonna have to stop doing that. Because they aren't dumb ten year olds anymore that need your constant hovering. Now they're teens and now they're adults who are experiencing the real world.

And the only thing you can do is accept that your kid has grown up. Or they will grow up. Or they are growing up.

You just need to cross the line from hovering to guiding.

You gotta let go of the bike sometime and let your kid ride on their own without the training wheels.

You just gotta cross that line. Maybe it'll be a little hard, but when was parenting ever easy? I know that it'll hurt to have to let your kids go, but you just gotta trust them.

You have already spent the last nearly two decades loving them, caring for them, and teaching them all you know. You just have to hope that they'll keep your lessons and teachings close to their hearts and that they'll listen to the occasional advice or two.

You just gotta trust your kid and your parenting skills, and cross that line.

Your son/daughter has become their own person. And the only thing you can do is be there for them, be ready to support them, be ready to give some of your wisdom, and trust that they'll succeed.

For helicopter parents, however, they never cross that line between hovering and guiding, and I'm not sure Anakin would be able to either.

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P.   Best Duo? There are many great duos in Star Wars and I definitely have feelings about Anakin&Ahsoka or Anakin&Artoo or Luke&Leia or Luke&Artoo or Han&Chewbacca or I could write essays on how important Luke&Obi-Wan or Luke&Yoda were to each other or how foundational Han/Leia and Anakin/Padme were to the characters or how much I love Obi-Wan/Satine, but for me I always come back to: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker What gets me about them is the sheer scope of them, how they went from uneasy with each other and thrown together because of other people, to two people who shaped each other into the person each of them became, that there’s a reason the ultimate battle of the prequels was about them, that there’s a reason why Darth Vader was still so obsessed with Obi-Wan all the way through the OT, and there’s a reason why they got to be together at the end of those movies. They weren’t perfect, they struggled to understand each other, but when it was just the two of them, they rose together, they were better together.  When Palpatine’s influence was at a minimum--like in, say, the Choose Your Destiny book or the Age of Republic comic--they came to such a good place with each other.

They talk to each other, they open up and listen and are honest and connect.

Even one of the first times they’re on their own together, where it’s the two of them trying to figure out how they’re going to relate to each other, Obi-Wan reassures Anakin, even amidst his own grief, he makes sure Anakin knows security in this uncertain future:

They’re so casually affectionate with each other:

They check in on each other, they ask how the other is doing:

They give each other praise:

They have all these little moments where you can just see how much they like being around each other:

Or how they must move in sync with each other, which is a way of showing just how much time they spent together, how much they wove themselves around each other--you don’t move like that with someone that isn’t a huge part of your life, that isn’t meaningful and important to you. And, yes, they do have their difficult times, Anakin was a whiny teenager (look, I love him so much I could barf rainbows, but even George Lucas himself specifically said that Anakin was a whiny teenager) and they get on each others’ nerves.

Or Anakin blames Obi-Wan for holding him back, but I never took that as a slight against how much they meant to each other, but instead saw it as a mark of how much Anakin cared specifically about Obi-Wan. Because, when you’re angry, you blame the person that’s closest, who has been telling you what you need to hear, rather than what you want to hear.  That Obi-Wan bears the brunt of that lashing out, precisely because Anakin loves him so much and he doesn’t handle that very well. Even their big, terrible breakup fight is all about how much they loved each other, it was directly designed around how Obi-Wan was trying to give Anakin space to calm down and come back, as Nick Gillard says:

After all of that, after all of the terrible things Anakin did and can’t even admit to himself that were wrong, he still knows that Obi-Wan would listen to him, hear him out, turn off his saber if Anakin came to him to ask him for help. ANAKIN, UNDERNEATH ALL OF THAT, KNEW THAT OBI-WAN TRULY LOVED HIM AND WOULD HAVE LISTENED TO HIM.

That is such a huge thing in a relationship, to have that big of a betrayal and yet Anakin still knows that Obi-Wan would stop for him?  Would pause for him, if he asked? That says volumes about the strength of who they were to each other and how much they loved each other, that even all of that, all of the murder of the Jedi children and the genocide of the Jedi and their culture and the destruction of every vow Anakin had ever taken and the horrible acts he inflicted on other people-- He knew Obi-Wan Kenobi still loved him, would still have helped him. That was how big the scope of their relationship was. That’s why this moment was so painful:

Because they loved each other. Because, even when it had been decades since all those terrible events, even when they hadn’t seen each other in years, Obi-Wan still loves him:

He cannot even say Anakin’s real name because it would undo him, he would choke on the word, that’s how much Anakin means to him. On the other side of this, even when Anakin kills him on the Death Star, Yoda feels Anakin’s loneliness explode even from HALF A GALAXY AWAY:

Anakin falls into a loneliness so deep that even the grandfather of all the Jedi babies he murdered almost feels pity for him, almost wishes he could speak to him, comfort him, even after all the horror that Anakin inflicted on their children. That’s the scope of these two characters, the depths of what they went through and what they meant to each other, that not even the most horrific acts could fully break their love for each other.