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antianakin · 3 months

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No Order 66 AU where Anakin leaves the Order after the war ends and he and Padme end up retiring to Naboo to try to raise the twins together, but neither of them ends up feeling particularly satisfied with life on Naboo (for Anakin it just doesn't give him any purpose the way he desperately needs and for Padme it's always been this perfect rosy dream and reality doesn't measure up), so they end up leaving the twins behind a lot so they can pursue other things and are pretty absentee parents in general. They mostly end up getting raised by Padme's parents instead, and while they're perfectly good guardians for the twins and raise them kindly and love them a lot, there's always an obvious elephant in the room regarding who ISN'T there.

This causes a bit of a rift between Luke and Leia because while Luke is trying to keep the peace and give their parents the benefit of the doubt as he moves on and figures out his own life with what he DOES have, Leia is less willing to just forgive and forget.

Luke ends up becoming a pilot working for the royal palace for a while, but Leia goes into politics (something she'd entered while younger because it's what her mother did and she'd been hoping it would get Padme's attention and bring the two of them closer; it didn't work out that way at all and now Leia's sticking with it at least partly to spite Padme) as an aide for her cousin Pooja who is now Senator of Naboo.

And it's here, once she finally makes it to Coruscant and starts working in the Senate, that Leia meets Bail Organa, still working as Senator of Alderaan. The two of them click IMMEDIATELY and Bail ends up becoming Leia's mentor in politics, as well as the person who actually introduces her to the Jedi themselves. Anakin and Padme had never really bothered to do so, both because they were so rarely around, but also because they had chosen not to give Luke and Leia to the Temple and decided at that point that it would be easier to keep the twins and the Jedi separate. Bail of course has no such compunctions and even if he knew about Anakin and Padme's feelings on the matter, I imagine he'd find ways to allow Leia to accidentally bump into some of the Jedi while she was on Coruscant. If he just so happens to double book himself for lunch with both Leia and Obi-Wan, it's hardly anything malicious and they may as well all eat together!

Leia finally feels like she has a parent who gives a damn about her, someone who acts like a parent to her, the parent she's always wanted. Her grandparents had always been incredibly kind and they obviously had to do a lot of parenting, but they'd always been very strict about making sure the twins saw them as GRANDPARENTS and not their actual parents, which just make the absence of their parents that much more obvious and painful. But with Bail, she's finally got someone who doesn't care that Anakin and Padme aren't there and doesn't feel the need to create a wall between them for Anakin and Padme's sake. Bail takes her under his wing, teaches her everything she knows, allows her to explore things she'd never been allowed to explore before, connects her to even more people who can help her understand herself better than she's ever been able to before. THIS is what a parent was supposed to do for her and she knows it, THIS is what selfless love looks like from a parent and she THRIVES under it for the first time in her life.

She eventually decides not to stay on as Pooja's aide because she has no real desire to become a senator for Naboo at any point, but she IS good at politics and desperately does want to help people any way she can, so she starts up some sort of organization of her own to help people around the galaxy (and connects it to the Jedi because deep down she KNOWS she was supposed to be one of them even though that path is now closed to her). But she doesn't go back to Naboo, she doesn't make her home on her mother's home planet.

She goes to Alderaan instead. And this time, she gets to stay there for the rest of her life.

#star wars #leia organa #bail organa #bail can't adopt her officially but damn if he isn't going to do it UNOFFICIALLY #bail isn't force sensitive but he sees this girl enter the senate dome and immediately feels a connection #and he's familiar enough with the jedi now to know that he shouldn't ignore those feelings #what is it that leia's organization actually does? i have no idea #i imagine she has some level of inherited wealth through padme and the naberries she can access #as well as connections to the royal family of alderaan and everyone else she befriended at the senate #so she has the resources and connections to do basically whatever she wants to do #she gets aid where it needs to go #leia will be an organa in EVERY scenario explicitly because she will always CHOOSE to be an organa over a skywalker or a naberrie #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #padme critical #padme amidala critical #anidala critical #leia naberrie organa au

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imaybeabear · 2 years

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tennessoui · 3 months

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Kisses to distract for the playmaker au 🌌

omg from this prompt list, kisses to distract from the au where all the kisses are basically to deceive and to distract???? hell yes!!!

so i couldn't pick which kiss i wanted and then i remembered i made a playmaker post once about how vos is probably sent undercover/ends up at anakin's table and obi-wan freaks out and corners him and they're found and its so suspicious that they would be so close talking in a secret corner that before they're found, vos kisses obi-wan so that people will just think that they're horny only for vos to then die because That's Anakin's Little Mouse

so this is that....except a little different cause obi-wan's daddy issues are Daddying rn

(2.6k) (cw: a nonconsensual kiss. but also. like. murder???)

Obi-Wan can feel his heart beating. It’s so loud in his mind that he can barely hear what Vader is saying, and he’s sitting in the man’s lap, face tucked up beneath his chin.

He can’t remember a time he’s felt more exposed, not even the very first time Vader’s hands had found his waist and pulled him into his lap in front of half his highest ranking men.

In the intervening weeks, it’s even been—well. It’s become rather…comfortable. If he doesn’t think of all the reasons it isn’t.

Perched on Anakin’s thighs, one arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other held to his lap, he can press his face up against the man’s hair. He can close his eyes and commit himself wholly to listening to the men and women around him talk. Talk of shipments and delays, money owed, lives taken in payment. Obi-Wan can memorize everything and he can do it from the throne of the very mob his department has tasked him with bringing down. He can memorize it all and spend the moments in between pressing kisses to the tendons of Anakin’s neck, trailing his fingers along the in-seam of his suit pants, rubbing at the mob boss’ shoulder with the palm of his other hand.

Because—because that’s what the mission instructs that he do. He’s supposed to gather intel, gather evidence. And he’s supposed to do it without Anakin realizing that there’s a rat wrapped around his heart. The kisses—the kisses help. Distract him.

And it feels good. To kiss him.

To tease him into fucking him up against the wall the second they get somewhere private. To coax him into such violent need he dismisses his men and has Obi-Wan right where they’re sitting.

It feels good, to be so desired that it’s uncontrollable. To be so desired that the desire must be dealt with, must be whittled down simply by the act of having. Of taking.

Obi-Wan doesn’t feel guilty about how good it feels. It should feel good to be touched. It should be some sort of bonus to the undercover mission that it is sometimes him whose hands shake with the desire to be on Anakin’s skin. It is not something he needs to feel guilty about.

It is not something his father needs to know about either, the way that the son he raised turns into a slut the moment a criminal gets between his thighs.

And luckily enough, right now, Obi-Wan is the sole decider of what Qui-Gon Jinn gets to know. That’s the nature of being the only rat to have lived this long in the Skywalker mob. That’s the nature of being the only rat. Obi-Wan gets to decide what he tells his team and what he leaves out of their quick and hurried meetings when Obi-Wan’s supposed to be on a run.

But—but he was supposed to be the only rat.

He was not supposed to look across the long table laden with food that Anakin uses for his mob meetings and see a face he recognized.

Obi-Wan’s head is swimming, and his heart is pounding so loudly in his ears that Anakin must be able to hear it too. That must be why he adjusts his grip on him, dragging him further into his arms as if that will make him feel safer.

All it does is drag the hem of his shorts further up his thigh, exposing the lace end of the stockings he’s wearing. All it does is tug the droopy material of his shirt off his shoulder—revealing the strappy red lace of the bralette beneath.

It has happened before—hell, Obi-Wan has dressed like this in front of these men for the express purpose of this happening, of his outfit revealing what lies beneath while he can feign ignorance. Nothing gets Anakin’s hands on him faster than other men seeing what he thinks is only his.

What is only his.

He came tonight wearing the brightest colors of pretty things he owned in order for this to happen because it has been far too long since Anakin last snapped. He has been far too put together lately, far too...distant.

It makes Obi-Wan’s chest tight with anxiety. He has not yet been able to figure out what attracted the mob boss to him in the first place, and he’s spent the last several days wondering if it’s gone. If he’s about to be tossed to the side, ripped out of Anakin’s bed with the same ease he was granted entry.

Or—maybe worse, what if Anakin has made him as a rat? What if he’s to be killed?

What if his father knows that and he thought to send in Obi-Wan’s replacement before he can die? It would be less suspicious, wouldn’t it?

No. Obi-Wan is being paranoid. Too paranoid. Even if he were to lose Anakin’s attention, he has the twins wrapped around his thumb. Anakin cannot kill him, his children would not stand for it.

And—it would give him time to figure out what he did wrong, what made Anakin’s eyes stray. He could be better. Figure out how to do better, be what he needed.

For the sake of the mission.

And…there would be no way for his father to catch wind of the mob realizing there’s a rat before Obi-Wan knows.

So the fact that Quinlan Vos is sitting close to the foot of the table…that he’s here, in this room, as a ranking member of Anakin’s mob….

That must mean that his father does not trust him to be doing his job. That Obi-Wan’s performance has disappointed him somehow, that he hasn’t been enough. He has not given them the information that they need and so his father has found a replacement.

And now the man who used to help Obi-Wan sort his father’s highlighters by color and size is staring at him from down the table, looking at the lines of his lingerie as he sits on the lap of the most dangerous mob boss in the city.

“Well,” Anakin says, tossing his napkin onto his empty plate. “Let’s break so that they can clean up this mess. And then—to business, men.”

The words are met with the thud and scrape of twenty or thirty chairs pushing back from their seats as the owners vacate them obediently. Obi-Wan, just as obedient, stays still. Anakin’s hand has clasped around the back of his neck, keeping him in position.

“You’re shaking, little mouse,” the mob boss murmurs.

“It’s cold,” Obi-Wan replies automatically, turning his face into his neck. He presses the faintest of kisses there and thinks about ripping the man’s throat open with his teeth, ending all of his problems now.

“Aw, baby, but you look so pretty like this,” Anakin says, ghosting his hand up the outside of his thigh and resting it just beneath the hem of his shorts. Then, his tone changes, growing lower, darker. Vader. “The men couldn’t look away.”

Obi-Wan tries to draw a breath, but it stalls out in his chest. He stills, and then immediately tries to pretend that he hasn’t, that his thoughts have flown to Vos, who had been just as surprised to see him in Anakin’s lap as Obi-Wan had been to see him at Anakin’s table.

“Hm?” Vader continues, as if Obi-Wan has spoken.

“I didn’t notice,” Obi-Wan finally says, sitting back so he can look fully into Vader’s eyes. “All I was looking at was you.”

They’re different from Anakin’s, Vader’s eyes. He would include this in his reports if he could figure out a way to say it that doesn’t make him sound insane. It’s been a long-held theory, that Anakin Skywalker isn’t always just Anakin Skywalker, but no one’s ever been able to have irrefutable proof.

But looking into Vader’s eyes, Obi-Wan knows. Knows it’s Vader who is looking back. Anakin is a dangerous man all on his own, but Vader…Vader is another beast entirely.

One that Obi-Wan isn’t prepared to deal with right now. Not when he is so on edge. When Vos is here. At Anakin’s restaurant. At his table.

Does Obi-Wan’s father really think he has failed so entirely? Does he really think he needs to be replaced? Needs support?

“I need to stretch my legs,” Obi-Wan says, pushing away from Vader’s chest. “I heard you and Ahsoka talking over it, I know this meeting will be a long one.” “My, what big ears you have, little mouse,” Vader says silkily, even as he drops his hands and leans back in his chair. The dismissal is clear; Obi-Wan is being given what he wants.

He gets several steps away before he looks back at Anakin, hands tightening into fists and releasing.

The man is watching him go, wine glass raised in front of his lips. He hasn’t closed his legs yet, sprawling out on his chair like it’s a throne.

And Obi-Wan is—torn. He needs to track down Vos. He needs to find a place to talk with him.

But he needs—he needs to stay here, with Anakin. He needs to turn back around and press himself up against Anakin’s chest once more, spread himself over him and make him feel good. So good that Anakin will not kill him nor tell him to leave and kill him all the same.

The shame and guilt that come on the heels of that thought are strong enough to force him to look away, force him out of the room.

He doesn’t get far.

A hand wraps around his arm and pulls him aside almost as soon as he’s exited the wide main room of the second floor of Anakin’s restaurant.

Obi-Wan makes an automatic, furious sound, but the hold on his arm only tightens as he’s pulled further into a dark and quiet alcove, mostly shielded by a marbled statue.

“What the hell are you doing,” the man who has grabbed Obi-Wan whispers furiously, and Obi-Wan goes almost boneless with relief. Oh, thank God it’s Vos.

“Me? What are you doing—” he turns around to face him fully, as much as the tight space can allow. “Did my father send you?”

In the shadows of the alcove, Obi-Wan can barely see Vos roll his eyes. “Probably in his mind, yeah, he did. I got back from one undercover mission, got sent the contacts for another almost immediately, wound up here, where his precious son’s whor—”

“What does that mean—”

“And he should have, Jesus, Kenobi! They told me you were making nice with the mob, wait until they hear you’re grinding up on Vader during his business meetings, what the fuck—-”

“No!” Obi-Wan doesn’t mean to say it so loudly or so vehemently, but he can’t. Qui-Gon was never supposed to know, no one was supposed to know, and now they will, and maybe his father will pull him off the case, can he do that? Would he try? If he thought Obi-Wan was doing a bad enough job, he would. He would take him away, get Detective Secura to arrest him next time they meet for information, it wouldn’t blow his cover, but it would take him away from—

From Anakin.

Obi-Wan can’t let that happen.

He hears footsteps, pointed and loud, coming down the hallway toward them. The break must nearing over, it’ll be time to get back to the real meat of the meeting, the actual mob business now, and then Obi-Wan won’t see Vos again. No way Anakin would let him spend a moment alone with another man—it would look suspicious anyway, if Ben knew this random mobster. Two rats getting cozy under the same roof, it doesn’t look good.

Anakin can’t know. Obi-Wan can’t lose him. He can’t lose him.

He can’t.

I’m sorry, he thinks and he knows it’s not good enough but the guilt does not drown out the need burning in his chest. The desire that cannot be controlled.

In the next moment, he’s pushing Vos up against the wall of the alcove, forcing him back with a grunt that’s loud enough that the footsteps outside pause.

Turn.

Just as Obi-Wan presses his lips against Vos’, pulling his own shirt down to look dissheveled. Messy. Like someone has been running their hands over his clothes.

“Oh, now that’s something Vader will want to know about,” Ahsoka Tano says. Obi-Wan rips himself away almost as fast as he pushed himself into Vos’ space.

It isn’t an act when he rubs the back of his hand over his lips. He’d kissed Vos mid-word, gotten the man’s spit in his mouth. He doesn’t like the taste, wishes it was Anakin’s.

“Tano,” he says. “Just making friends.”

Tano’s eyebrows fly up further than Obi-Wan’s ever seen them. “You get all your friends killed, Ben?”

Vos moves to stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder, and the guilt and shame slam into Obi-Wan so suddenly that he almost rocks back from the blow. Vos is eight years older than him; was just fresh from the academy when Obi-Wan was still just a kid left to twiddle his thumbs at the police station waiting for his father to take him home. He’d gotten him take-out before. Coffee. Water. Little games to play with.

And Obi-Wan has gotten him killed.

“A little kiss won’t kill me,” Vos says, clapping a hand to Obi-Wan’s shoulder. There’s a note of bravado in his voice.

“Not quickly,” Tano promises. She raises her hand, snaps it when Obi-Wan doesn’t exit as quickly as she wants. “Come on, Benny. Let’s get you back to daddy.”

“Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan says, taking a shaking step forward. All he can think about suddenly is Vos, a decade younger and relegated to a shitty desk in the back of the station first year out of the academy, shoes up on his files, biology flashcards in his hands as he ran Obi-Wan through the questions.

What has he done?

“Please,” he finally says, stumbling out of the alcove, and when his voice wavers, he’s not faking it. What has he done? He has gotten Vos killed—and for what? Why had he kissed him? He could have—he could have talked to him, he could have begged. He could have explained the situation, why did he have to—

Because there is nothing Obi-Wan can say that will make Tano hold her tongue.

And there is nothing Obi-Wan can do to stay Anakin’s hands. He has murdered people for less. Perhaps this time he’ll murder Obi-Wan too, that way Obi-Wan will not have to live too long with the weight of this guilt.

“Ladies first,” Tano says as she opens the door back into the room. It’s buzzing with the sound of other people’s voices, the movement of them as they find their seats once more.

Obi-Wan walks forward and Anakin’s eyes snap to him immediately. They’re dark and narrowed, as if he already knows more than he likes.

The walk has never been longer to get to Anakin’s side once more.

He’s pulled to stand in between Anakin’s spread thighs, the man’s hands falling to his waist and pulling him in, splaying out across his hips.

“Mm,” the mobster murmurs, and Obi-Wan’s legs are so shaky that he has to clamber up onto his lap just to avoid falling apart then and there. What has he done. What has he done?

“You smell different, baby,” Anakin says. “What have you been doing?” Obi-Wan wonders suddenly, wildly, if he can smell his fear. If he could see it in his eyes as he approached.

“Making friends,” Tano reports as she drops into the chair next to them. “Tongue first.”

Anakin’s hands still and then tighten. When he speaks, his voice is low and deep and all Vader. “Is that right, little mouse?”

And Obi-Wan—there is nothing Obi-Wan can do save for letting the guilt kill him.

So Obi-Wan nods. He nods and raises Vader's chin with his hand, forcing him to look at him. "I told you I was cold," he said as if he'd been so cold he found another man's body to keep him warm in the minutes he was away from Anakin.

Anakin's eyes are like pieces of ice. There's no warmth in them, but there's a glowing light of something that looks a lot like hunger. Fascination.

It's the same way he looked at him when he first saw him. As if he were intrigued.

The expression makes something that has been wound tight these last few weeks dissolve into nothing. Anakin's eyes promise that there will be no more distance between them. That he has not grown so tired of him that he will be discarded with next week's recycling.

And despite the guilt, the worry, the shame that's burning Obi-Wan's insides to ash, that look in Anakin's eyes warms him to the core.

#asks #prompt fill #vaderwan #obikin #playmaker au #to be clear vos does very much die #and obi-wan knows he dies #and anakin knows he knows he dies #and anakin also knows he was obi-wan's friend before #or he learns through excruciating slow torture or something #this universe is dark think what you will #also he wasn't actually getting bored of obi-wan probably #he will always find obi-wan fascinating #he just also wanted to see what obi-wan would do #if he thought he was getting bored of him #he never thought he'd sentence another man to death by kissing him tho #that caught him off guard if we're being honest #but his little mouse is perfect #and unexpected

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sukugo · 15 days

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character who is so powerful that their presence itself overgoes all consent, where the other characters exist below their desires and are made to please them, regardless of whether they want to or not.

esp when the character isn't even relatively domineering or authoritative during it. instead they're completely passive. whimpering and twitching and overall being so lost in pleasure that leaves no space for action, much less coercion. they're a passive receiver of pleasure.

except they, as an existence, cannot be passive. they're mingling with godhood, they're bigger than themselves, than their body, their pleasure holy and divine and all-encompassing. their touch a religious experience.

to have them, a compulsion, more than an action born of actual personal desire

#f.txt #this is pretty much what's at the core of how i see gojo and anakin #i see them both very similarly #chosen one and honored one #presences that altered the trajectory of the world #the similarities between the force and infinity #also they're both bottoms <3 #like. just. they're too powerful. a vergence in the force. someone who was so powerful he started spawning stronger curses.#being in the vicinity of either of them could kill a normal person #HOW can u ever even THINK of denying them #it's just wrong. u can't #ur own will is nothing under theirs. their whims and desires. u're going to give them what they want whether u like it or not #i just love them a lot. i love my powerful godlike boys so much #gojo #anakin #BUT ALSO. at a certain point.#it all blurs together doesn't it?#bc the other character DOES want the god-like character. but how much of it is actually desire born from themselves?#is their desire not born of the other's stifling desire?#if a god wants to be loved. do u have any say in loving them?#i do not ever shut up about this im sorry it is my SHIT

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irisbaggins · 1 year

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The novelisation of the Phantom Menace has made me so incredibly sad, where little Anakin sees an injured Tusken and decides to disobey Watto to sit by the Raider until he wakes up. Anakin has such a deep, loving heart that he was willing to suffer the consequences of disobedience to make sure a Tusken Raider would be safe, a being he was taught all his life were brutal and cruel. And in this chapter, Anakin admits that the only thing that truly scares him, is of losing his mother. That juxtaposition, that note of I will care for this creature to I fear losing my mother, put so much more weight onto AOTC, and of Anakin's rage. He broke, and he lost himself to his rage. When faced with what he did, he rages against the world and his actions, before breaking down into further sobs at the loss of his mother and the actions he made. His worst fear was realised, and he became the monster that everyone claimed the Tuskens to be.

It'll be interesting to read the AOTC novelisation, to see if this scene is ever called back to. I just find it interesting, and further showcases the depths of Anakin's feelings and compassion, as well as the pitfalls that such strong emotions come with. For if you feel compassion and love as deeply as Anakin does, so will you feel the destructive nature of all of your rage. And that, that is Anakin's biggest weakness; he feels too strongly to ever truly control it.

#text_iris #I just love Anakin so much and this novel just makes me scream at how good it is #Anakin Skywalker #Star Wars #The Phantom Menace #Star Wars Meta #Like...I relate to the Feeling Too Strongly 'cos ADHD which has made my rage an overwhelming thing #The amounts of time I've lost myself to my rage are numerous and I understand too well how that can happen #Like. That rage where you just lose all sense of self? Yeah. As a kid I was...a ball of rage #Mellowed out with the years of course but still. It happened. It was real. And Anakin Skywalker as a character made me realise things #Like when I was younger I realised the reason why my rage was like that was due to the fact I felt so strongly #Any emotion I had would just consume me. ANY emotion. And I realised that by looking at Anakin meta #So...yeah. Anyway this novel is killing me with emotions already and I'm only on the seventh chapter #Anyway Anakin never relished his violence against the Tuskens instead he tried to work through what happened #What he did why he did it and HOW because?? He didn't want to he was a Jedi but he also wanted to HURT them for taking his mom #It's COMPLICATED and that's sooo good because it's REALISTIC and PAINFUL #Anakin let his rage consume him! Which is bad! But also human! It's complicated!! He regrets his actions but also not but also he does!!#Aaa so many emotions about this one eldritch lightning rod of a being

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r-osehips · 2 years

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concept: AU where when Obi-Wan begs Yoda “send me to fight the Emperor; I will not kill Anakin,” Yoda agrees.

because he doesn’t suspect Padmé of having an affair with Yoda, Anakin/Vader doesn’t attack Padmé when Yoda emerges from her ship on Mustafar. her horror at his atrocities still enrages him, but he doesn’t kill her.

Anakin defeats Yoda, who barely escapes with his life. Padmé starts going into labor — starts dying — and Anakin finds he can’t save her.

he watches her die, helpless. he then returns to Coruscant with her body and two motherless infants —

to find Obi-Wan dead at Palpatine’s feet.

he knows now that Palpatine lied when he promised the Dark Side would allow Anakin to save Padmé’s life. he knows (because Yoda told him as they fought) that Obi-Wan died at Palpatine’s hand only because he couldn’t bear to kill Anakin. he looks at his new Master and sees a liar, a betrayer, the architect of Anakin’s grief; the one to blame — because Anakin refuses to blame himself — for the deaths of the two people Anakin loved most.

Anakin kills the Emperor.

#what happens next… not sure #if it weren’t for the kids i think he would probably place obi-wan and padme in an an open grave and then climb into it too and kill himself #but because of the kids i think maybe he puts tarkin or someone like that in charge until luke and leia are old enough #to become joint child emperors #(because anakin does not actually want to be the one in charge! he wants a powerful but subordinate role beneath an omnipotent authoritarian #who will enable his worst behavior and simultaneously absolve him of it)#anyway. this is quite dark even for me but I’m having fun #star wars #sw au #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #darth sidious

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kingdomvel · 4 months

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Welcome to our castle extra

In which Anakin is cold, Obi-Wan wants to commission a portrait and there is some wedding talk (they are both idiots) (1.8k)

"Why is it so cold?" Anakin complains as he walks inside the library. He has been trying to get Obi-Wan to move to the sitting room next to their room, so it's closer when he needs to change and when it's time for bed, but Obi-Wan won't budge. Anakin is sure he would if he insisted more, but he has to admit that he likes the library too. "It is cold, and humid, and it was practically nighttime at 2p.m." He has been working on an old 70s Porsche all day in his garage and now he just wants to get warm again.

Obi-Wan walks to him. He was not on the sofa, instead sitting at the office desk with his laptop, which is unusual. He brings his hands up and puts them to Anakin's cheeks with a frown.

"Your face is so cold, come sit by the fireplace."

He takes Anakin's hands in his, hot against his cold fingers, and guides him to the fire. He lets go of Anakin to add some wood. He guides Anakin to sit on one of the low stools in front of the fire, and Anakin tries to protest because he should change first, he only came by here to complain for a bit, drop Ben off with Obi-Wan, and to maybe kiss his perfect boyfriend for a while before he went to take a shower and change and then came back to kiss him some more. The look on Obi-Wan's face leaves no room for protests though, and Anakin sits next to Obi-Wan, but not as close as he would like. At least Obi-Wan's hands are around his, trying to bring warmth back to his fingers. Ben settles on the floor in front of them.

"Is the garage not warm enough?" Obi-Wan asks, worry in his voice, "I could call someone to fix it."

Anakin shakes his head. "It is perfect." He says. Because it is. He still can't quite believe that Obi-Wan had reformed the garage so Anakin could fix cars in it, that he allowed Anakin to take whatever vintage project he felt like, be it for someone else, or buying the cars himself. "But I forgot my coat for the walk back, and the weather is so shit here, I should have gotten all the info before I agreed to-" Anakin cuts himself off. Before I agreed to marry you he almost said. But they are not married, or engaged, no matter how much Anakin wishes they were. He still can't quite believe someone like Obi-Wan wants him of all people. A part of him is still waiting for Obi-Wan to realise how out of Anakin's league he is, how different their worlds are, no matter how much he knows Obi-Wan loves him.

"Before you agreed to what?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Before I agreed to stay here."

"That's not what you were going to say."

Sometimes Anakin wishes Obi-Wan didn't know him so well. "Yes it was."

Obi-Wan looks at him for a few seconds before he finally speaks again. "Anyway, I don't remember you agreeing to stay here. What I remember is you coming and asking if you could stay here."

"Well, that was before I knew all of the facts."

Obi-Wan frowns, "do you want to go somewhere else? We could go on a trip to somewhere warmer for a few weeks."

"We just got back from Felucia two weeks ago."

"Or maybe we could go to the city, the house there is not as cold as the castle."

"And I like being here with you."

Obi-Wan smiles, "I like you here too." He gives Anakin's hands a squeeze, and his smile turns into a teasing one, "But if you don't want to leave, then you should start remembering your coat and stop complaining so much."

"Says the man that turned red when we went to Tatooine because he didn't stop complaining whenever I tried to put sunscreen on his face."

"That's different."

"How?"

Obi-Wan doesn't answer, and Anakin takes that as his win.

"What were you doing before I came in? You looked very focused." Anakin asks. Obi-Wan normally sits on the sofa or the armchair, and if he needs to do some 'work' he goes to his office.

"I was looking at artists' portfolios. The last family portrait is a bit old now and it was more for my grandfather and father than it was for me, so I've been thinking about hiring an artist to do a new one. I think it's only right, with what is happening."

"Want everyone to see what a dilf you are now?"

"You are the only one who says that. I'm not even forty yet and I'm not a father."

"Doesn't stop you from looking like one."

"So I look old?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

Obi-Wan doesn't answer, he just brings Anakin's hand up to his lips and kisses his knuckles.

"How would that work?" Anakin asks, knowing that Obi-Wan will know what he means.

"I was thinking of the artist coming here. They can stay at one of the rooms as long as they need, and it would be easier that way. Otherwise we would need to go to their studio, wherever that is."

"We?"

"Of course." Obi-Wan says, he looks confused by Anakin's question. "It is a family portrait, you will need to come too. And Ben, of course. You don't have to if you don't want to though, you did say that it didn't look comfortable sitting for hours for a portrait." Of course Obi-Wan would remember something Anakin had not even said but had hinted when they had met for the first time.

"I didn't know you-" Anakin stops. I still feels a bit surreal to be here, that this is his permanent home now, that Obi-Wan loves him. Being immortalized in a portrait in one of the walls feels serious, and permanent. And Anakin is not planning on going anywhere, but he still sometimes feels like he doesn't belong here. Specially when he sees Obi-Wan's grandfather's portraits, his judgamental face. Anakin doesn't want to imagine what he would think about Anakin being here. "Isn't it a bit early for that?" he ends up asking.

"Do you want to wait until after the wedding?"

"What wedding?" Anakin asks, because he doesn't remember them being invited to one, but maybe he forgot.

"Our wedding, of course." Obi-Wan answers with a smile and Anakin has to hold onto his hand harder because he feels himself falling.

"Our wedding." he repeats. Obi-Wan squezes his hands in a sweet gesture. He looks unaware of Anakin's inner turmoil.

"Yes Anakin, our wedding. I know we haven't talked about it since you proposed, but I think we should. I would want to do it on the first of April, for obvious reasons, and I would like to do it here, the castle can open later this year."

Anakin is barely listening to what Obi-Wan is saying, his brain locked on Obi-Wan's first words. Since Anakin had proposed? He is pretty sure he would remember getting engaged.

"Since I proposed?" Anakin asks, and Obi-Wan looks at him with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "And when did I- ah, do that?"

Obi-Wan is looking at him with wariness in his eyes now, unsure. "On Aayla's birthday, after I brought you home and drew you a bath."

Anakin barely remembers that night. Anakin feels a bit sick, because that was almost a month ago. He knows that what Obi-Wan is describing happened, but his memories of it are so very fuzzy.

"So," Anakin says, he thinks he understands what happened now, "you took me home when I was absolutely wasted."

"You didn't look that drunk."

"Then I am very good at hiding it because I was very, very drunk. Anyway, you take me home, draw me a bath and take care of me because you are the most perfect person in the world. And I say- what did I say?"

"Please marry me." Obi-Wan whispers. He looks like he is understanding the situation now too, but he doesn't look as amused as Anakin is. In fact, he looks like he is paling.

"Please marry me. And then never mention anything again, and you still consider that our engagement?"

Anakin won't lie, he is upset that he has apparently missed his engagement, but he still finds the situation funny, or he does until he sees Obi-Wan's face, until Obi-Wan starts moving his hands away from Anakin's.

"We can forget about this if it you didn't mean it."

"No!" Anakin exclaims and takes Obi-Wan's hands back on his. Obi-Wan looks so sad, Anakin moves from his seat and kneels on the floor in front of him. "Of course I want to marry you, I was just wishing we were married three minutes ago. But I always imagined our engagement to be more... more? Didn't you?"

"I must say I was a bit... underwhelmed." Obi-Wan says, he doesn't look as sad now. That is a win. "But I thought you knew I was going to propose and wanted to beat me to it, or that you were tired of the dramatics."

Anakin will never get tired of being dramatic, not with Obi-Wan, but there is something more important in what Obi-Wan has said.

"You were going to propose?"

Obi-Wan smiles. A tight lipped small smile, but so sweet that Anakin feels himself falling in love again. "I was. I should have done it ages ago, but then you did it first."

Anakin groans, "can't believe I ruined my own engagement."

Obi-Wan moves one of his hands to hold Anakin's head. "You didn't, I should have known that you were not lucid enough to properly propose."

"You should have known that if I got engaged to you I would be screaming about it to the whole world and calling everyone we know to tell them the news."

Obi-Wan lets out a small laugh. "You can do that now."

"So it's official? Can't we do it over? You can ask this time, properly. Do I get a ring?"

"I didn't know if you would like to wear a ring apart from the wedding ring we will get but- wait a second." He gets up and walks to the desk he was sitting at earlier and opens a drawer. Anakin looks at him with confusion when he walks back with a knife in his hands. "I commissioned this for you, to wear with your kilt."

"I get a kilt?" Anakin asks. He takes the knife from Obi-Wan's hands as he sits.

"You are part of the family now." Obi-Wan says matter-of-factly. Ben moves, interested by the new object, and Anakin lets him sniff the sheath.

Anakin can't stop himself longer, he surges up and brings his arms around Obi-Wan's neck as he kisses him. Obi-Wan follows him to the floor and they keep kissing in front of the fireplace until they have to come apart for breath. Anakin pushes his forehead against Obi-Wan's, a grin on his face.

"The first of April?" Anakin asks. It feels too long, but he agrees with Obi-Wan, it's the perfect date.

"The first of April." Obi-Wan, his future husband confirms and Anakin kisses him again.

#im debating if i should post it on ao3 or leave it here #opinions?#anyway two seconds after this anakin says that he really does need to go take a shower and asks if obiwan wants to join him #and obiwan asks what kind of question is that while he pulls him up to carry him to their bath #castle au #writing stuff

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sameteeth · 8 months

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one of the pieces of anakin's fall that everyone always misses is his use of the clones. anakin skywalker, who at 9 wanted to become a jedi. who was so haunted by guilt that he left his mother a slave. who violated the jedi code because he couldnt bear to spend another night not knowing his mother was safe. that anakin. that anakin was ok leading the clones to war. the clones who were made for this, made to work and toil and die without end, so the natborns could live peacefully.

i think if anakin wasnt reeling from the death of his mother and hadnt started slipping to the dark side already he wouldn't have agreed with the use of the clones. i think he would see himself in them - forever scorned, subhuman for the circumstances of their birth, desperately trying to rise above the fact that everyone they've ever met only has an interest in leashing them. so anakin being a general and agreeing to lead the clones is much more sinister than it seems at first blush.

the jedi order agreeing to lead the clones is its own egregious violation of the jedi code. theyre peacekeepers, not generals. they fight individually or in pairs, not in coordinated attacks (see geonosis). everything about them is not meant for violence, but for protection. but for the jedi to lead the clones to be anakin - it's even worse. the jedi know slavery is bad, but they do not expend resources trying to end it - for political reasons ofc, they themselves are at the whims of the republic - but anakin has Lived it. he is more like the clones than any other jedi, which makes his leading them all the more painful and heartwrenching and sick

#like. it makes me sick im going bonkers !!!!!!! anakin looks at rex and his inability to leave and sees himself !!!!!#granted. anakin has cptsd and is groomed by palpatine and im not saying he doesnt have his own complexes about what he does #nor am i saying anakin didnt do what he could to get on with his troopers and try his best to keep them alive. but i Am saying that anakins #fall started when palpatine first met him and planted those seeds of doubt and fear. and that his unquestioning leadership of the clones is #just another thing he lost to his desperation to keep those he loves safe.#he just makes me bark yknow. many thoughts.#i want to do like a fixit where rex and anakin actually like. talk abt the clones and their status and how they were made #and maybe ahsoka and obiwan hunt down exactly the circumstances in which the clones were made. and they maybe realize just how much of #anakin is grief and pain and things they could never understand. but that rex knows intimately.#and then palpatine explodes or trips and falls and dies or fox gets sick of palpatine giving him endless paperwork and beheads him. idk.#canis speaks #starwar #starwar.anakinskywalker #anakin skywalker #<- risking it w a canon tag. dont kill me guys👍

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daniraevys · 2 years

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Obi Wan: "I will do what I must"

Goes to kill Anakin, but instead chops off his limbs and leaves him roasted.

Spends next 10 years in grief thinking of Anakin, giving up the Jedi way and overall being sad.

Manipulates Reva into a losing fight, coz she dared to kill Anakin.

Meets Vaderkin again, wins a duel against him, but still doesn't kill him even when the man is wheezing on the ground.

Spends the following 10 years in denial thinking of Anakin and Vader as separate entities.

Meets Vader again, instead of killing him or fighting him and trying to escape, Obi Wan straight up dies.

Encourages Anakin's children to commit patricide, rather than just finishing the job himself.

#obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin x obi wan #obi wan spoilers #anakin skywalker #obi wan show #darth vader #star wars #brotherhood #if you want to see it as that #disney plus #i love obi wan #but sometimes he does things opposite of what he means

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ladystoneboobs · 7 months

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

#padme amidala #anakin skywalker #star wars #you call this a diplomatic solution?#gffa meta #STAR WARS NOTHING BUT STAR WARS #(c)lsb #real people in bad marriages have stayed together 'for the kids' with less reason behind it and some w similar reasons #i mean i still think her reaction to the tusken massacre can only be explained with some fantastic racism #and she also seems a little too enabling of his other crimes until they affect her #but this is really just about explaining her willingness to salvage their marriage after his turn and why she would not want him killed #much less ever kill him herself #it seems so obvious once i set it all out but people never really talk about it this way ime #we've all been blinded by the dying of heartbreak ending which i do think was what was really on gl's mind #it does remind me of headcanons concerning another beautiful brunette young lady who was heavily preggo when her lover fought his last duel #minus the dying of heartbreak not childbirth and prettyboy slaughtering l'il kids ofc

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