#Anakin skywalker my BELOVED you have RETURNED TO ME

[alliekitaguchi]

dave filoni is actually evil for playing the vader theme right after, “hello, snips. didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

#I cried #you cried #we crode #I’m actually throwing up why would he do this to me #Anakin skywalker my BELOVED you have RETURNED TO ME #Ahsoka #Ahsoka spoilers #Anakin #Anakin skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Star Wars #1k

[izelascendant]

My hands are yours, as long as you need them.

Padmé x Sabé

words: 1,157

summary: My take on Padmé and Sabé’s last night together.

tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Unrequited Love, Feelings, Heartbreak, Reminiscing, Planet Naboo, Naboo Royal Handmaidens

author’s note: I’m addicted to causing myself pain by indulging in the sadness of the Naboo handmaidens, especially Sabé.

Sabé had mastered the art of facing confrontation without fear. As she aged, it became a more manageable task, but confronting the woman she loved profoundly about her clandestine marriage still stirred an internal turmoil. It wasn't just an affair; it was a marriage. She had always presumed that Padmé would choose a love encompassing something grander than an individual, perhaps a planet or a species. Consequently, the revelation that Padmé had married Anakin Skywalker left her utterly astonished.

However, in that moment, she recognized the importance of not dwelling on such thoughts. The chance to spend one last night with the love of her life was too precious to be overshadowed by considerations of another man. Padmé's smile radiated the purest form of joy she could ever know. Despite the passage of years, she found delight in exchanging playful banter with her beloved Queen of Naboo.

“Neurotransmitter Affection. That was a hell of a concert.” Padmé smiled as she recalled the adventures she shared with the handmaidens during their youth.

“Part of me feels like I was foolish to accept Harli’s invite.” Sabé replied, turning her head over to fully face her. “So risky, yet so fun.” She smiled back.

Unable to resist, she found herself contemplating how Padmé's beauty had only flourished over the years. It was impossible to suppress her feelings for her. Padmé chuckled softly, shifting onto her side on the expansive mattress, returning her gaze with equal intensity.

“Poor Saché.” she said, shaking her head playfully throughout the entire conversation. “I felt so bad about having left her behind.”

“Panaka was always far too paranoid.” Sabé let out a small chuckle of her own. “In a good way, I suppose.”

Padmé nodded in agreement. After a brief interval of companionable silence, she leaned forward on the bed, resting her head on her former handmaiden’s shoulder. Looking at Sabé, it was hard to believe they had been friends for so long. “Can you believe how quickly time has passed?” She blinked slowly. “It feels like just yesterday we were on the streets of Theed.”

Sabé fell silent for a moment, her emotions laid bare by the waves of nostalgia washing over her. If she could, she would have attempted to maintain a positive facade, but the realization that their friendship might be over dominated her thoughts. The truth loomed large – everything had changed, and that included Padmé. She was now married, steering the course of things in a different direction. They discussed it openly and reached an understanding that Sabé would no longer fulfill the role of her handmaiden. However, the lingering emotions persisted.

“Padmé,” She whispered, savoring the taste of her name on her lips.

“Yes?” Padmé replied, her interest piqued by her companion’s sudden change of tone. Looking at the other woman, it was easy to detect the hints of sadness that tainted her expression. That was hardly surprising considering the circumstances. Though Padmé could never reveal the true reasons for her departure, she could at least attempt to alleviate her handmaiden’s sorrows.

She placed a hand upon Sabé's cheek, rubbing it in a reassuring motion. “What is it?”

Sabé felt herself unraveling at this simple gesture, her eyes welling up with tears. "Don't, please," she murmured, delicately pushing away Padmé's hand from her face. It was as if she was already grieving the impending loss of their friendship, or the potential it could have had. Yet, she chided herself for entertaining thoughts of anything more between them, feeling foolish for even considering such possibilities.

Understanding the reasoning behind Sabé's sudden withdrawal, Padmé refrained from interfering. Her handmaid was obviously caught in an emotional deluge, and even if she weren't, any attempts to console her would most likely be futile. Instead, Padmé turned toward her companion, hoping her presence would prove comforting. She placed a hand on Sabé's back, gently caressing it in a reassuring gesture. The two of them sat quietly together in the dimly lit bed for a long moment, a palpable silence engulfing the room.

"What I’ve learned is that I'd rather be second to you than first to anyone else." Sabé brushed away her tears, mustering a composed tone despite the turmoil within.

“Sabé,” Padmé said softly, her tone tinged with remorse. Her heart went out to the other woman, torn by the conflicting desires of her mind and her heart. They could never possess one another the way she wanted to. She swallowed back her emotions, hoping Sabé wouldn’t perceive her inner struggle. “I never meant to hurt you.”

She shook her head in response, offering a faint smile, attempting to reassure Padmé. "I don't want you to worry about me," she said, sitting up and briefly averting her gaze. "It probably comes as no surprise that I still feel the same about you as I did when we were young." She chuckled, the sound carrying a hint of self-deprecation.

Padmé remained silent, her gaze fixed on Sabé's expressive face. She couldn’t help but feel conflicted by her own emotions and desires. She hated the fact that her marriage to Anakin was causing her handmaiden so much anguish. Even though Sabé had accepted their current situation, it was evident that it wasn’t sitting well with her. Padmé hoped that time would eventually ease her sorrows, allowing her friend to move on. “I’m glad you still feel the same way. I will always care for you, regardless of what happens.”

Sabé gazed into her eyes, the depth of her affection still evident. "I will always put you first," she declared, tilting her head slightly. "Regardless of what happens," she echoed Padmé's words. It was a promise she was committed to keeping for the rest of her life.

After all,

It made all too much sense. Why Padmé had disappeared on Naboo. Why the schedule had changed and why the staff had such a new routine. This is why Padmé's evenings were free. This was why her handmaidens slept on the floor below instead of the penthouse suite as they used to. She hadn't done it for herself, not to make a separation between her career and her personal space. She had done it for him.

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[arcielee]

2023 CHARACTER WRAPPED

Thank you my beloved(s) @black-dread @lonnson @aemondsbabe @sylasthegrim for this tag 💜

☆ Loki returns because I have mutuals who have been reblogging stories or have written masterful pieces (@/poetic-fiasco you specifically) and it made me remember my love for him.

☆ King Alfred. His character arc was wild, from him being a ho to so sexual repressed, it allowed a certain spice to be added to his every exchange with Uhtred... and I loved it.😆

☆ Lucia Aurelius [I Am The Villain, Webtoon]. I am obsessed with the art style, it is definitely my favorite comic for the year for me. It is a reused concept, but its pacing and narrative have me enthralled and I am just cheering for my girl 😭

☆ Freddie Mercury. I feel weird to place him, but it needs a mention since I dove into the BoRap fandom 5 years late and have fallen in love with this remarkable human being. This is because of his characterization by the talented Rami Malek and the literary creations by the masterful @inthedayswhenlandswerefew.

☆ Penelope Featherington. Her struggle between trying to become her own woman, while struggling with her unrequited for now crush and her own independence is relatable.

☆ Literally anyone from the One Piece live action. I am putting Mihawk cause he is pretty and cunty, but the whole damn cast, from MCs to side characters, was fucking amazing. I personally adored every episode, but please note that I have never seen the anime nor while I ever watch it as we are 1100+ episodes into it and I do not have the attention span.

☆ Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. Returning to break my heart all over again.

☆ Aemond Targaryen. We knew he would be on this damn list. I love Ewan's portrayal of him and I loved the hot mess Aemond is in Fire & Blood. I am ready for season 2, whatever may come.

☆ I am stealing this from @/lonnson and putting the Coccham Gang up as well. The Last Kingdom was my favorite series I indulged with and I have rewatched it quite a bit.

Tumblr kindred spirits (no pressure tag): @poetic-fiasco @itbmojojoejo @gemini-mama @witheredoffherwitch @breanime @helaelaemond @zae5 @boundlessfantasy @bhxrdy @elizarbell @persephones-journey @babyblue711 @myfandomprompts and anyone else, if you see this tag me cause I want to know. 💜

#2023 CHARACTER WRAPPED #tag game #these are a few of my favorite fictional characters

[overobsessedfanboy23]

Why Tori Meadows is a sith lord

You know... I was thinking about doing some shitpost “proving” that Tori is unironically a god tier duelist that was paid to hold back for the entirety of Zexal and could actually obliterate any duellist foolish enough to stand in her way.

But the thing is... that’s not really a joke to me. I honestly truly believe Tori would be capable of great viciousness as a duellist if just given the chance. Just look at Duel Links:

That is a girl who is out for blood, a war machine in the making, a kid who decided to get serious about duelling to the point of being able to “beat everyone in a snap” (the game’s exact words) just out of rage and spite alone. That is iconic and legitimately deserves more attention in the fandom.

So now for my real arguement: I think Tori Meadows is a sith lord.

Yes, Samuel L. Jackson. This seemingly innocent 13 year old girl is a sith lord, one more powerful than either Darth Sidious or Darth Vader could have ever hoped to be.

Now for people who aren’t familiar with the beloved wonderful six film Star Wars saga, the villains, aka the sith lords, gain power from anger. Fear and anger and hate are a surefire path to fall to the dark side. It’s what did Anakin in and turned him into Darth Vader. Tori in Duel Links fought and destroyed the fools that got in her way with her anger and hate, Astral even confirms this is what gives her power:

Tori duels with anger, she duels with hatred of Yuma’s sheer stupidity, she uses them all to her advantage but unlike every other sith lord in the series, she isn’t destroyed by them. Only one other has managed to accomplish this feat, the most powerful force user in the galaxy: Luke Skywalker. See, he’s the most powerful force user because as of the final chronological film in the saga, Return of the Jedi, he’s the only one left, so he’s the most powerful by default.

Also, more relevantly, he also defeated Darth Vader in a duel with his anger yet didn’t fall to the dark side, throwing his lightsaber aside and refusing to turn to the dark side even after feeling its power firsthand. Tori has managed to do the same within Duel Links, harnessing her anger to give her strength, to give her focus, so she could hunt down Yuma and once she accomplished her goal, was able to let go of her anger, rather than letting it be her undoing like other foolish siths. Tori has done something no other sith before her has managed to do: went down the exact fear, anger, hate pathway without ending up at the final step: suffering.

“But wait!” You cry. “How could Tori possibly be a sith lord if she can’t even use the force?!”

Foolish padawan. A wise sith lord doesn’t reveal their force abilities to the masses, they keep it under wraps until the perfect moment. Palpatine for example. He didn’t use his force abilities to save himself from the Zillo beast in Clone Wars, he kept it secret until perfect moment: the chance to murder four jedi, gain a new apprentice, and take over the entire galaxy.

Tori never had to reveal her abilities because no one was a true threat to her power. Besides, what need would she have to display such abilities in a world where card games seemingly reign supreme? I say seemingly because they do not. The dark side of the force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. It is more powerful than your card games could ever hope to be.

Still not convinced? Take a look at Tori’s eyes compared to Anakin’s dark side eyes:

I think I’ve said enough to convince you :)

I end this obvious shitpost with a warning: the moment Palpatine decided to reveal his sith abilities was the day he committed genocide and took over the galaxy. The day Tori chooses to reveal herself will likely be an even more universe shattering event...

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[feyre-darling92]

Hi, I like the fluff and Anakin Skywalker ,my love 💗 . I don't know what you think about the reader being a senator , kind of like Anakin and the reader love each other but not officially a couple yet , Ani is on a mission in the outer rim and it has taken him two months to come back .

Being away from his angel has given him time to realize that he needs her by his side . They confess their feelings to each other and then kiss and hug all the fluff.

Hope you like it

That's a nice idea! Hope you like it!

T/W: Just fluff, bad writing, let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 687

Being a Senator was never easy, especially when you had long and boring meetings at the end of the day but knowing that your beloved Jedi would wait to escort you back to your chamber kept you going.

You see, a couple of weeks ago Anakin, a Jedi Padawan was assigned to protect you and although in the beginning, you were against that you soon found out that you rather enjoyed his company.

Well, to be honest, you had started catching feelings for him but you knew that it was very hard and he was a Jedi after all and you were a Senator and there were all these problems and… ugh, why did it have to be so difficult?

You brushed these thoughts off as you exited the meeting room and you met him, as usual, waiting for you.

"Hello Anakin" you smiled, your tiredness leaving immediately as soon as your eyes met his.

"Hello, Y/N. How was the meeting?" he was a little bit … distant. At least you thought so.

"As always. Boring and we argued again" you sighed. "But enough of this. How are you?"

"I am fine. I am just- um-"

"Anakin, what happened?"

"I am leaving tomorrow" he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"Another mission?" you breathed relieved that it wasn't anything else.

"Yeah. Only that I don't know how long I'll be gone"

"Oh" your face dropped by the sound of these words, "I mean, it must be something important right?"

"Yes, it is"

"Then go and be as great as you're always" you smiled encouragingly at him.

He smiled too, "You are wonderful"

You hope he didn't notice you blushing hard when you muttered a thank you and you continued walking till you reached your destination.

"Well thank you for… you know"

"My pleasure"

You exchanged goodbyes and you both walked opposite ways when you stopped.

"Anakin?"

"Yes?"

"Be careful. Please"

"I will, I promise"

Two months. Two whole months and you hadn't heard from him. You were scared, scared that something bad had happened, that something had gone wrong.

You had asked everyone you knew but no one anything.

These months you had realized that reality without him was meaningless, that you couldn't live without him, that you… damn, you loved him.

Even if you didn't know Anakin had missed you too. More than you could ever imagine.

He counted the days to come back to you, see your beautiful face, hear your voice, the sound of your laugh.

He had realized how much he loved you from the day he left and he waited for the day he would return and tell you. Only that it took him longer than he had planned.

Finally, the day had come.

You ran to the platform the moment they told you that Anakin and his Master were about to land.

When the ship landed and the two figures became more and more clear as they approached you you examined them and thankfully no one had major injuries.

"Master Kenobi, Anakin, good to see you safe and sound"

"Senator L/N. Hope you're doing well" Obi-wan greeted you and when he saw the look you and his padawan exchanged he excused himself, saying he had to go and give a full report to the council.

You both watched him disappear and you couldn't help yourself but hug him.

"I missed you" you breathed out and felt his grip tighten around you.

"I missed you more"

You finally let him go "I need to tell you something" "I want to tell you something," you both said in unison.

"You first" you smiled.

"No, you"

"I love you and I-"

You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours, finally after all these months telling each other silently what you felt.

Only when you were breathless you pulled away.

"I love you"

He pressed his forehead against yours, "I love you too"

For the rest of the day you were together at your chamber cuddling, still not believing that he was and he would be by your side

#anakin x reader #feyre-darling92 #feyre darling92 #star wars x reader #fanfic #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #star wars fanfiction #asks

[padmeanddorme]

What if Anakin broke off his connection to the dark side & ran away with Padmé? Padmé.2008’s Mustafar AU!Part 1

Notes- in this AU, Obi-wan decided to remain on Padmé’s ship and figured he would observe Padmé and Anakin’s interaction. He promised himself that he would only intervene if it seemed Anakin was losing control. After all, Obi-wan knew his trust with Anakin had been shaken, due to the Rako Hardeen incident and him asking Anakin to spy on the Chancellor. Also, I am pretending that none of the Rush Clovis incidents from season 2 and 6 of the Clone Wars ever occurred, as I am against the strained, tense portrayal of Anakin and Padmé’s relationship in the Clone Wars and do not agree that Padmé would just let Clovis sexually assault her. You can have your own opinions and I will respect that, but please do not argue back or make any rude comments. Now, I hope you enjoy:

Darkness, death and destruction swirled around in the Force. It clouded Anakin’s vision. It poisoned his heart.

The once respected Hero with No Fear was nearing the point of no return. He had committed many horrendous atrocities. He was partially responsible for introducing the Galaxy to an era of dictatorship and darkness. And now, he is dimming the light and hope radiating from the love of his life.

At Padmé’s desperate words “Come back, I love you!” Anakin’s suppressed jealously and insecurity bubbled to the surface, his eyes transforming into a sickly amber hue.

“You love me?” He scoffed at a bewildered Padmé. “Then why aren’t you willing to become a part of my new Empire that will secure your safety? I’ve sacrificed everything for you. I’ve set everything aflame. But then you run away to Obi-wan!” Anakin thundered, his voice booming with an eery coldness.

Padmé, usually standing tall despite her petite stature, shrunk back in fear and disgust of what the man before her had become. Where had the compassionate, curious man she loved so dearly disappeared to? Tears continued to stream down her pale face in response to her internal queries that would likely remain unanswered for some time. And then there was the fact that she was puzzled at the mention of Obi-wan.

“Yeah, I see you’re thinking about him. I can sense him in your ship now. I see you are finally running away from me to be with your one true love!” Anakin barked, a scowl settling over his fatigued face, his hands clenching tensely. He looked as enraged as the bubbling lava that flowed all over Mustafar.

“Anakin…I…” Padmé trailed off and fiddled with her brown braid nervously. She was petrified of the man before her. She kept praying that this was all a dark dream of a twisted, terrible universe. She kept trying to gather courage to calm this stranger down. She kept trying to imagine that it was a crooked, cold-hearted clone of Anakin before her. But all Padmé could do was realise that this was reality. A kriffed-up reality. A reality where her beloved Ani had become all she swore to protect innocent lives against, ever since she entered the field of public service at the young age of eight.

“I only love Anakin Skywalker. With my whole heart. But you are not him. My Ani would never accuse me of anything. My Ani would never succumb to the dark side. My Ani would never slaughter innocents.” Padmé wept, her chocolate eyes now becoming red raw and puffy from crying up a whole sea worth of tears.

Anakin’s glowing eyes widened at her words. His eyes then returned to their normal cerulean blue. He was slowly coming to his senses at Padmé’s passionate words and the sight of her sobbing uncontrollably. Noticing this and the way she stumbled away from him as he took a step closer, her arms wrapped protectively around her swollen stomach, led Anakin to freeze. As did the warm, familiar presence piercing into his consciousness.

“Anakin. Snap out of it. This is your last chance to prove to Padmé you are still the love of her life, not an irredeemable monster.” A gruff, yet gentle voice whispered to his muddled mind.

At Qui-gon’s words, Anakin’s knees gave way and he collapsed to the ash-covered ground. His eyes drooped shut like a Milla flower withering away. He forced himself to disconnect from the Force, at least temporarily, so he did not have to feel the death, destruction and chaos he had helped spread across the Galaxy like a deadly disease.

Anakin Skywalker had resurfaced, Vader retreating to the depths of his mind. And with the resurrection of the Chosen One came an onslaught of emotions. Fear. Grief. Guilt. Deep, deadly regret gnawed at Anakin, and he knew that life would never be the same. He had murdered so many innocents. He had betrayed all he stood for. He had led half of his dear 501st clones into the Temple massacre, knowing full well they were being controlled like slaves. He had broken the hearts of Obi-wan and Ahsoka. He had ruined his mother’s legacy. And the thought that stood out to him the most was that he had forever damaged his relationship with Padmé and his unborn child.

Anakin felt his breathing become raspy as his eyes begun flooding with tears. He felt his heart thumping as violently as an explosion. His body also begun shaking and sweating as if he was battling a sandstorm.

Kriff, he thought, frustrated. I need to apologise profusely to Padmé and assure her I love her more than anything and now I’m having a panic attack!

“What have I done?” Anakin whimpered, his hands clutching his dark, dirty blond hair for dear life.

He felt as if his heart was going to leap out of his chest as his mind replayed the bloodcurdling screams of the innocent Jedi he slaughtered. He felt as if his fragile mind would shatter as remembered the way Padmé stumbled away from him as if he were a blood-stained beast. He felt as if a lightsaber were viciously stabbing him as he realised how he had become all he had swore as a little boy on Tatooine to destroy- a cold-blooded killer. A merciless traitor. A horrendous husband. A-

“Ani?” A soft voice muttered cautiously. “Can you hear me, my love?” The voice continued shakily before Anakin shivered at the gentle, soothing touch of a warm hand on his tense shoulder.

Anakin whipped his eyes open at the touch. There knelt his brave, beautiful wife, her tanned dress stained with tears, a nervous smile on her face.

He almost laughed in adoration at the sight of many stray chocolate curls framing her face, until he remembered what a merciless monster he felt like.

“No, please get away from me! I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t deserve you.” Anakin muttered in distress as he attempted to stand up. He failed almost immediately, his long legs feeling numb and collapsing.

Anakin expected to fall to the grimy ground with a thud and the sight of Padmé waddling away from him. But instead, Padmé rushed to wrap an arm around his sweat-stained neck.

She got comfortable on the grey ground, legs crossed and a small smile etching itself on her face as she rubbed patterns on his neck with her thumb, attempting to help his panic attack subside.

He closed his eyes and felt his body calm at Padmé’s family touch. Absentmindedly, Anakin’s flesh hand reached for Padmé’s, and he intertwined their fingers as he did on those many restless nights when one of them awoke from a numbing nightmare.

“You are back.” She breathed in disbelief, as she struggled to hold back a wave of relieved tears.

Anakin chocked back a grateful sob. Despite all the blood he had on his hands. Despite the fact that he had contributed to the fall of the Republic that Padmé had fought so hard to preserve. Despite the fact he had roared at her, blinded by rage, jealousy and darkness. She still unconditionally loved him.

“You…y-you…don’t hate me? But…but…I killed so many. I abolished the Republic. I accused you of cheating on me. I did so many disgusting things. I-” Anakin’s rambling was cut off as Padmé pressed a finger to his lips.

“Ani. I am heartbroken. I am beyond devastated. I will need time to think this through.” Padmé begun, fresh tears flowing out of her chocolate-coloured eyes.

“We will need to have so many conversations about the atrocities you’ve committed. We will need time to work on our relationship.” She continued, a hand resting on her baby bump as she tried to calm herself.

“But… despite all the chaos and death you’ve caused, you came back. You pushed out of that blasted darkness. You want to right all the wrongs you’ve done. You came back to me. And even if you didn’t, I would never, ever stop believing that there is good in you. Yes I am disgusted by the things you did. But that wasn’t you. You were manipulated, poisoned. I forgive you. I love you, Anakin. Not that shell of a man you became.”

Anakin blinked slowly. He then blinked rapidly. He could not process the fact that Padmé forgave him. And still loved him with all her giving, generous heart. He could not process that there would still be the one person that he loved so deeply by his side in the challenging days to come.

“I don’t know what to say. Or do. I…I love you so much.” Anakin sobbed, glancing down in shame.

“I love you too, Ani.” Padmé smiled softly, reaching for Anakin’s gloved hand and placing it on her swollen stomach. They both giggled as they felt an aggressive thump against the soft fullness of Padmé’s stomach.

“Promise me that you will never go to the dark side again.” Padmé exclaimed hopefully a moment later, breaking the connection between their hands and laying a hand to Anakin’s chest.

“I promise.” Anakin vowed, intending to spend the rest of his life amending for his dark deeds.

“Good.” Padmé sighed contentedly, before her hand slid onto Anakin’s cheek.

Hesitantly, Anakin leaned closer to his witty, welcoming wife. He was debating whether or not he was safe enough to be around her.

As if reading his thoughts, Padmé rolled her eyes lovingly before gently pressing her lips against his.

Anakin’s savoured her sweet, fruity perfume scent and the familiar warmth that came every time they kissed one another.

He realised that this moment symbolised that, in a galaxy falling apart, there was still hope for a brighter future for his child and all civilisations.

He just had to trust the light side of the Force and focus on the deep love he could not contain for his wife and child.

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[delless03]

For the comforting cuddles prompts I have a few options for you. Go for whichever the plot bunnies like best:

Anakin or Ahsoka to Obi-Wan: “Noooo don’t leave me, my pillow!” Anakin to Obi-Wan or Ahsoka: “My personal space isn’t shared with just anyone.” Obi-Wan to Anakin: “I can tell you’re upset. Do you need anything right now?”

thank you for the prompts!! I went with "Nooo don't leave me, my pillow" for this one! | from these prompts

When his young padawan comes in and asks to watch a holo with him that night, Obi-Wan is not surprised. It's a holo with dragons, too -- the creatures Anakin has become obsessed with lately -- and Anakin is always up to see more of them. Nothing unexpected there. 

What is unexpected, however, is for Anakin to fall asleep halfway through said holo.

He doesn't realize it at first since Anakin has always liked to squish himself close to Obi-Wan's side whenever they are on the couch. "It's warm," Anakin explained the first time as he snuggled closer. "You're warm."

But after a handful of minutes, Obi-Wan notices that his young charge has gone entirely silent -- no questions, no comments, no dramatic hand gestures. Nothing. 

Silence and Anakin Skywalker do not go in the same sentence.

With a worried frown, Obi-Wan looks down at his lap. The sleeping face of Anakin Skywalker meets his gaze, curled up and breathing deeply. Anakin's small features are relaxed in sleep, and he has one of Obi-Wan's hands tight in his hold as if hugging his beloved stuffed tooka. 

The holoprojector still plays the film in front of them, the bright scenes constantly changing and casting a colorful glow on the room. Obi-Wan sighs in fond exasperation as he turns it off using the Force. They could continue that another time when Anakin is not obliviously worn out by the day's excitement.

"Oh, Padawan..." Obi-Wan mumbles, brushing his fingers through Anakin's blond hair. "Let's get you to bed." 

Obi-Wan tries to free his right hand from Anakin's hug, slowly unclenching the little fingers around his arm. Anakin stirs slightly but otherwise stays asleep -- much to Obi-Wan's relief. 

But when Obi-Wan gently uses his hands to lift Anakin's head from his lap, Anakin whines in protest. "No," he groans softly, struggling against his grip. "Shh, Anakin. It's all right, little one," he whispers soothingly as he slowly lowers Anakin's head back to his lap. 

Anakin immediately turns to his side and wraps his arm around Obi-Wan's torso tightly, grabbing fistfuls of Obi-Wan's robe. "Nooo," he mumbles drowsily, his eyes still shut. "Don't... leave me, my pillow!" 

"Your pillow?" Obi-Wan repeats with a soft chuckle. A small smile appears on Anakin's face when Obi-Wan boops his nose teasingly. 

"Mmhmm... You're my pe'sonal pillow, Master," Anakin repeats, smile widening before it quickly changes into a yawn. 

"And you're my sleepy padawan who desperately needs to go back to sleep." Obi-Wan's eyes soften when Anakin yawns again, the ten-year-old snuggling closer. "Do you think you can return to your room on your own, dear one?"

Despite the slight nod he gives, Anakin doesn't move an inch. So it's a no, then. 

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. "Oh, all right, Anakin. I'll carry you there. You could've just said so, you know." The Knight doesn't miss the sleepy grin Anakin has on his face, and he can't help but shake his head at his antics. 

It doesn't take long for him to gather Anakin in his arms. The ten-year-old immediately rests his head on his shoulder with a contented sigh as he starts to stand. 

Obi-Wan slowly makes his way to Anakin's room, trying not to jostle the half-asleep Anakin too much. 

Once they reach the bed, he gently lays his padawan on the soft mattress. "There we are," Obi-Wan whispers, pulling the covers to Anakin's chest and tucking the sides. He smiles when Anakin flutters his heavy eyes open to look at him. The bleary blue orbs reflect a questioning gaze.

"What is it, Ani?"

Anakin rubs his eyes and asks: "When are--" a yawn " we going to finish the--" another yawn "holo?" 

Obi-Wan chuckles. "Tomorrow, dear one. Tomorrow. Now you need to rest." He brushes away the loose strands of hair from Anakin's face, smiling softly when Anakin's eyes start to droop close.

"O...okay," Anakin answers, yawning again. "Night-night, Obi."

Obi-Wan leans down to press a light kiss on Anakin's head. "Good night, Padawan. I'll see you in the morning."

#ahhh my first prompt #hope i did this right lol #my writing #my fic #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #ani and obi #padawan anakin #prompts are still open!

[strwbmei]

Hi Mei question what are you favorite characters from all fiction? Because in my case i have about top 10 list plus honorable mentions:

1. Spider-man (Peter Parker and Miles Morales) (Marvel Comics)- I honestly love these two spider-man because how relatable they are. Not to mention i feel like they are the definition of responsability. I honestly related to Peter Parker's nerdy actitud and humor along with Miles's personality wise. I also love the fact thag Miles have a strong love for his family as well. Not to mention both of these characters don't give up no matter how hopeless things gets.

2. Superman (DC Comics)- Some people considered superman boring but i really love his caracter because he embodies Hope. Not to mention he is someone who always tries to do what is right and have a very strong moral compass. I still remember when i was younger and saw superman returns when he lifted the kypotonite Island. Even when it was killing him he still keep going and never gave up that's is inspiration.

3. Batman (DC Comics)- If we ignored all the batman with prep time thing. Batman is actually a well written character. Especially since he tries to do the right thing for his city. I also love the fact that even though he is human and is very aware of that he plans ahead and works very hard. The fact that mlst characters in the DC world respects him that speaks volumen.

4. Optimus Prime (Transformers)- I love optimus prime for me he is what a leader should be. Selfless, just and someone who always fights for freedom no matter what. He is the leader that i wish i could be.

5. Kratos (God of war franchise). To a bloodthirty and revenge seeking spartan to a reedem warrior. As someone who played the OG god of war games. Kratos in the recent years have one of the best character development, especially now in the recent DLC.

6. Anakin Skywalker Aka Darth Vader (Star Wars)- he went to a slave to the Dark lord of the Sith. Once a hero became the villain by fear of lost of loved one. For me Anakin is a tragic character who wanted to protect the love of his life but failed and became the thing he was supposed to destroy. At the end he was redeemed thanks to his son.

7. Black Panther (Marvel Comics)- i love his character intelligent, strong and just for his people and his kingdom. The fact that Chadwick Boseman (Rest in Peace) played such and awesome character made it better.

8. Wonder Woman (DC Comics)- The proud amazonian and a proud member of the Justice League. She is strong, honorable and compassionate making her an Icon and a part of DC trinity.

9. The Flash (Barry Allen, DC comics)- i love is perseverance and willpower since he never gave up on searching for his mother's killer. After becoming the fastest man alive is character development continue and his death on infinite crisis was a huge moment.

10. John Wick (John Wick series)- the legendary baba yaga this man willpower and tenacity made me love his character by a lot. He has an impresive body count and commites to his mision. To think all of that started with a puppy left behind by his late wife. What i like about his character is that he never stop until he got his revenge.

Honorable Mention

Issac Clarke (dead space series)- An engineer who was on the wrong place at the wrong time. To a dependable and selfless survivor.

Kiana Kaslana (Honkai Impact 3rd)- the naive girl to the strongest valkyrie in the honkai series.

Lara Croft (Tomb Raider series)- one of the greatest if not THE greatest Adventurer in all of gaming.

Nathan Drake (Uncharted)- One of sony most charming and beloved characters.

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil series)-Rookie cop to a well experience agent of the resident evil franchise.

I see you like superheroes! My siblings were mostly into anime, so that's what I grew up with instead of Marvel/DC comics. I've been wanting to get into them for years now, but there are so many movies and heroes that it's a bit overwhelming... I also don't have the attention span to sit through an entire movie.

I wouldn't be able to choose any favorites with how much fiction I've read/watched/played, but here are some characters I've really enjoyed recently in no particular order:

Dr. Mobius - She's insane. Literally. She has a sad backstory, but it doesn't tie that much into why she goes to such extents to achieve her goals. I just like morally grey characters in general. I also really like her dynamics with the other flamechasers!

Frieren - She's so unserious, but she's come a long way. She went from not really caring about humans, only spending her time pursuing magic, to actively helping out anyone she sees in need like Himmel used to. To be loved is to be changed, they say. She's just an old woman traveling around the world with her adopted grandchildren while collecting the remaining traces of the 10-year adventure that she treasured the most in her 1000+ years alive.

Rudeus Greyrat - Okay. Before people burn me alive, he's absolutely disgusting and a pedophile. Yet, at the same time, that's what makes his character development way more impactful. He went from worse than trash and the maggots living inside it to worse than cattle, which is still a pretty big improvement in my book. The main reason why I put him here, though, is because of the scene where he reunited with his father. I'm not a very expressive person, but that scene had me tearing up because of how relatable it was.

Elysia - I love her, and the best part is that she'd probably love me too! She went through so much, saw the worst of humanity, and still decided to love the entirety of it. I really admire how she can see beauty in anything and everything. She wasn't even supposed to exist. She was an anomaly, and yet she was what saved everyone. Also, the one thing we have in common is our love for pretty girls.

Miles Morales - ITSV and ATSV are one of the only Marvel movies I've watched, and I enjoyed both of them immensely! They blended 2D and 3D animation techniques so well together, the halftones were used really well, and all of the colors really made the characters pop. I could go on for hours about how well the movies were animated, but back to the point— even though he's a hero, and a very reliable one at that, the show doesn't let us forget that he's still a kid. He still has to balance his responsibilities while at the same time, fighting crime and dealing with puberty. He also just seems like a really chill person to be friends with. We're both into similar branches of science and art, so I think we'd get along pretty well.

#・❥・strwb inbox #so sorry for how long this turned out...

[smallandangry24]

A Not-So-Brief Character Analysis of one Anakin Skywalker

TW for discussion of Imperialism, Nazis, and events paralleling sh00tings, brief mention of domestic violence and slavery.

Hello there, everyone. Welcome back to another episode of ranting about fascism on the internet (I know, you’re waiting with baited breath): Star Wars Edition, featuring a very beloved character -- Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader.

Star Wars is many things -- found families. Hope. Rebellion. Democracy. The importance of standing up for what is right, and for those who do not have a voice, even if the world is against you. Holding others and yourself accountable. Corruption. Accidental baby acquisition. And the first space western among them. But at its conception, Star Wars drew a very hard line in the sand (I know, we don’t like sand, but bare with me) regarding a subject that was very relevant at the time, and I would argue still is: Imperialism, Fascism, Slavery, and Nazism.  

“But Mads”, you might ask “why would you get on the internet to rant about such things, probably bringing a very angry toxic fanbase out of the woodworks against you?” For a few reasons, one of them possibly being that I’m a fool. One of those reasons definitely being that sometimes, something needs to be said, regardless of opposition, and you need to be the one to say it, especially if no one else will (and what’s more Star Wars than that?). I hope you’ll find it in yourself to stay with me, but that’s beyond my control. So here it is:

Anakin is a tragedy, in many ways. 1. He could be anyone -- someone’s boyfriend, a brother, a best friend, a son, the guy sitting two tables down in a chili’s in the middle of nowhere Iowa (idk if y’all have Chili’s but roll with it). 2. He cared about his family. 3. He WAS manipulated in fear and put in a situation no child (yes, CHILD) should have ever been put in on the battlefield, nevermind his status as a slave. It is an ESSENTIAL part of his story, but not in the way I see interpreted by so many fans. There is a MESSAGE in his character... a great many!! Sure, he is a type of prodigal son, falling from grace but returning eventually for -- here’s where we disagree. Redemption. Can we call it that? Is he really redeemed? The Prodigal Son, at least in my interpretation, is not about redemption, but forgiveness and mercy -- given because the father, who I think the story is really about, is good -- not because that kindness is deserved (because in it’s context, the story is not about what is deserved, but I digress). Anakin, Vader, can be a story about how people cannot be summed up by good and evil, and instead are made by their choices, and that we have the power to change our choices every day, and that there can be redemption for some. 

But that’s not all there is, or even the biggest part of his character.

There are more messages. Monsters can be anyone, and if we don’t hold people accountable and learn from our past, history will come back to haunt us. My problem is that very few hold him accountable. Let’s go back to the roots. Star Wars isn’t exactly subtle. “The Empire,” “Storm troopers” (the name of Hitler’s private army), the concept of a nationalistic regime taking over under the power of a charming dictator bent on expansion by force, using propaganda to unite his people against a common enemy of a peaceful people who share a religion, etc. It’s about Nazis, and more than their well known atrocities -- about the importance of accountability, uniting in rebellion, how they can come to be, and, most importantly, punching them. 

Back to Anakin. He’s young, under the influence of the man who’s a parallel of Hitler, very stressed because he’s leading an army and just got put in charge of a child, probably needed more talking to regarding healthy levels of attachment and relationships, and he’s been put in a position of power. He’s also played by Hayden Christensen (who did a remarkable job -- this is not a criticism of his performance but an applause. The problem lies in how some interpret it), who, I’ve been reliably informed, is very cute. An increasingly common reaction is “oh it’s not his fault, poor baby,” or  WORSE, “It’s Obi-Wan’s/Padme’s/Ahsoka’s fault -- he/she should have paid more attention/proclaimed his/her love more.” 

*Is violently unimpressed*

Let’s also look at what he did!! *drumroll* He betrays all of his loved ones -- strangling his pregnant wife Padme, who tries to appeal to him numerous times while also stating her love, trying to kill his brother/father figure Obi-Wan, who’s last words prior were about how proud he is of Anakin, and proceeded to tell him he loved him and also tried to bring him to his senses multiple times while Anakin is ACTIVELY TRYING TO MURDER HIM, enslaves the clones, his friends, who fought for him, were willing to die for him, were already struggling with a lack of human rights, further betrayed by Anakin forcing them to turn on their family the Jedi and help him commit mass genocide, made worse by the fact that Anakin used to be a slave, and not only participates and initiates said genocide against his own people (but let’s also not forget the genocide and coverup of the one he committed against the native Tusken people), but cuts down the children who trust him and run to him for help. He his not only a parallel of naziim, but also domestic abusers, imperialists and, currently, school shooters. AND IT’S NOT JUST THESE CHOICES!!! There are more I’m probably forgetting, but it’s the fact that it’s not just ONE time. He makes the choice to be this person over. and over. AND OVER. AND OVER AGAIN. And for what?? To save Padme?? He just choked her out! And after she DIES, he KEEPS GOING. “He was too scared to return, the canonically thought about it,” WELL?? First of all, Obi-Wan was literally begging him to come back and secondly, even if he didn’t “return” he could have stopped, idk, actively hunting down and murdering people and supporting the Empire. Just throwing that out there. 

Yes, Palpatine chose him to manipulate. FOR A REASON: He knew Anakin was powerful enough to turn the tide of the war-- which would have just ended with the death of General Grievous -- in his favor, AND because such power would have been a threat to him. Anakin had the power to threaten Palpatine and the Empire at any time.... but instead, he repeatedly chose to use that power to undo everything he had sworn to protect, everything his friends had fought and died for. And for what purpose? Last time I checked, you don’t strangle people to say “I love you.”

That’s the tragedy of Anakin for me -- the repeated choice to fall, and that he could be any one of us if we allow it. Too often, we let him hide behind a mask and a new name. I get it -- I, too, am a sucker for transformation and cinematic symbolism. But Anakin’s transformation marks the solidification of his choices and the nature being revealed in him -- the corruption of hate and anger and obsession -- but it DOESN’T MAKE HIM A DIFFERENT PERSON. He can’t escape accountability for his actions by hiding behind a fancy new title. Are you a simp, or an apologist? I get it, he’s cute, and there’s an appeal to knowing someone would burn the world for you, but be careful of the line you tread -- with this character, it’s pretty thin.... and quite frankly, my ace ass doesn’t care how hot a Nazi is.

Today, I encountered a new perspective I’ve never seen before, regarding the line, “there’s still good in him.” Iconic, I know. And despite the above... ooops paragraphs, know that I AM A MASSIVE VADER FAN. His character is incredible and complex and (I knooooow) cool. Horribly so, but yes, you can’t deny the dramatics. And I’m an even bigger fan of redemption, hope, the idea that no matter what you’ve done, you can work to be better. I’ve struggled with Anakin -- I’ve wanted to say “YES, in the end, when he choses to overthrow Sidious, he is Redeemed!” .... but it never quite felt right. Today, I encountered the phrase “so what?” Okay, not literally, but someone might as well have written it on a brick and slapped it across my face. There was good in him. So what? He still chose to do those things. And he chose to do them over and over again. Does the fact that he was capable of good excuse the genocide? the slavery? the murder? Does it not make it worse? Do we owe forgiveness to someone who could have been a good man? Are we obligated to -- RESPONSIBLE for bending over backwards to convince someone to be good again? Even at the price of more innocent blood? Or is it HIS responsibility not to spill it in the first place?

The tragedy is in that he was good, once, if a person can be good, but he made those choices anyway. The tragedy is in that he could be anyone. The tragedy is that he is MANY someones today. The tragedy -- what makes a tragedy -- is that anywhere, in all of this mess, it could have been over. It could have been prevented. He could have stopped. The tragedy is that it didn’t need to happen, but it happened anyway.

Today I encountered “It was his choice.” Today, I saw written, “Don’t take that away from him.” 

#Anakin Skywalker #currently waiting for permission to name the author of those quotes!! #Darth Vader #Star Wars #star wars prequels #character analysis #star wars is about nazis #imperialism #slavery #the clones #obi wan kenobi #Padme Amidala #ahsoka tano #please read the trigger warning #the violent opinions of an asexual who hates fascism #I'm so scared #but it needed to be said #also Hayden Christensen did an amazing job #Vader is a good character #but that doesn't make him a good person

[bisamwilson]

Hiii not to be insanely annoying but how did you 'format' your bio, so that you can have multiple lines and not just one block of text?

hello anon!

in getting this ask TIL apparently if you update your bio from the normal edit appearance screen on the desktop version, it deletes out all your paragraph breaks. we love a hellsite

anyways! to answer your question, i've been on this site for over 10 years now, and, at least at one point, updating my description anywhere but within my desktop custom theme settings would break all my hyperlinks, so i always update my description within my actual custom desktop theme. i have no idea if it still does this but i'm set in my ways now lmao

to get there, i go to bisamwilson.tumblr.com/archive to get to my archive (should work with any blog name), and then, since i'm signed in on my laptop to this blog, it lets me hit this little art palette button to get to my blog's desktop theme. my theme actually has a button on my regular blog page to get here as well, but idk if all themes do so i'm explaining the long way around

this takes me into my theme with a little sidebar for customization, and i can type out my description in html from there (which is how i get both my paragraph breaks and my hyperlinks!) this particular theme actually has different settings for my desktop blog description and my normal tumblr blog page description, which is why "in my anakin skywalker era." isn't on a separate line in this screenshot even tho it is if you saw my blog in the lil auto tumblr blog preview

however, if you don't have a custom theme and don't plan to get one, i played around a bit with a blank side blog that i just keep to redirect an old url to this url, and found that while the paragraph breaks just go away when using them in a blog description on the desktop version of tumblr's appearance editor, they don't if you're editing your description in the tumblr mobile app (at least on iphone). i did, however, find a glitch where after i saved the new description, when i went to edit it again, it would no longer let me hit the return key unless i'd already written something new after where i wanted the line break. e.g, if i wanted "one" on the first line and "two" on the second, i'd have to write "one two" on the same line, move my cursor to before "two" and THEN hit return. but this was only after i saved the blog description once already.

beloved hellsite this place is, truly <3

hope this helps!!!!

#we should bring back the art of the custom theme #i miss seeing the mutuals post like 'just redid my whole blog theme everyone' and then running to go see what new pretty color scheme with #an unreadable font they'd changed to this time #music not autoplaying when you go to a blog anymore is nice tho. always hated that particular popular theme feature #hopefully this helped anon!!! happy tumblring :) #anonymous #ask

[silverwings22]

Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter Two Monsters: Katie Sky

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter warnings: chronic illness, Crosshair's grumpiness deserves its own warning.

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22 BBY

"You know I feel this is unwise,  padawan mine."

Miria smiled fondly at her much-beloved master.  "A padawan no longer, you know. I've been a knight for five years." 

She was right,  he knew. The woman in front of him was no child any longer.  She was 26, with her hair falling down just past her shoulders instead of a padawan braid. He'd cut it himself when she passed her trials right here on Coruscant… a fitting ordeal for the girl who'd been most happy among the crechelings, she'd been called to try to reach a youngling who'd been impossible for even Crechemaster Yaddle to handle.  A three day standoff with the tiny terror who nearly bit off fingers in his tantrums ended in her sitting on the floor rocking him to sleep. She was as capable as she was kind. 

But it was in Plo Koon's nature to fuss gently.  "Still,  there's no need for you to endanger yourself so.  There are plenty of Jedi to lead this war. Stay,  the creche would benefit from your work." 

"The Council will decide my fate.  But the Force guides me to make a request,  so I must." She said firmly.  "I was on Geonosis,  right beside you. I know what these Separatists will do if not stopped.  There would be no creche to tend if they had their way."

Plo Koon sighed.  A war,  a terrible and heartrending war had taken hold of the galaxy.  She was right… "I do hate it when you're wise.  You were such an easy to manage child."

She laughed, a warm and slight husky sound laced with scars from a throat that never truly healed, even twenty years later.  "Just let me ask,  master.  I promise to abide by the decision.  I'm not Anakin Skywalker."

"Are we discussing my padawan?" Chuckled a voice behind her.  

"Master Kenobi.  Good to see you." Miria chuckled.  She quite admired the youngest council member.  "I'm only here to make a request.  And isn't your padawan due to take his own trials when he returns from escorting the Nabooian Senator home? "

"I see you're all caught up on Temple gossip." Obi-wan chuckled,  running a hand through his longish ginger hair.  He was a good man, and a logical one.  

Miria had hope that it'd work out in her favor. 

"If you are determined to do this,  the meeting is about to begin." Plo finally sighed. 

Miria nodded and followed the two masters into the council room.  Ki-Adi Mundi and Kit Fisto were already seated and chatting with Yoda, and she gave a polite bow as the other members filed in. 

"On your mind,  something is. What troubles you, young Halcyon? " Yoda chuckled fondly.  

Miri straightened up, folding her arms behind her back.  She cut a striking figure here,  clad in a simple cream colored dress with wide elbow-length sleeves and a hem that reached her knees,  with brown breeches tucked into polished brown boots and a simple leather belt sporting her sleek silver hilted saber. Her black hair,  cut through with a streak of white, framed a soft featured face with bright lavender eyes.  "I have not received my marching orders,  Masters. Where shall I serve in the war?"

Mundi and Windu exchanged glances.  "With your… condition… We thought it best to exclude you from service as a general,  Knight Halcyon.  It is my understanding that you wish to become crechemaster with time, anyway." Obi-wan Kenobi said diplomatically.  

"I appreciate the council's consideration to my career.  But I am not helpless, nor an invalid." She didn't flinch,  choosing to lock eyes with him.  "I would like to request reconsideration on the matter."

Yoda eyed her thoughtfully.  "Ill you are,  young one. Require treatment you have,  all your life.  Dangerous it would be to send you to battle."

"I have no right to do any less than every other knight.  If I am unfit for prolonged battle, please allow me to serve in a smaller and more mobile unit.  It is my duty as a knight of the Republic to protect democracy.  I can return to Coruscant when my health demands it.  But I wish to serve."

Windu leaned forward, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. "What prompts this?"

Miria met his eyes without question.  His were dark,  brave eyes that bespoke wisdom through struggle. "I know the course war will run. We are not infinitely numerous.  As the war progresses,  Jedi will die.  But the need for them will not.  Padawans not ready for the Trial will be knighted and sent to command. And they will die.  If I can spare even one young life,  I will have done a great service. Please grant me a chance."

In his chair,  Plo looked defeated.  This was bravery and strength,  the hallmarks of the Order.  The council would never deny a request made this way…

Sick as she is…

Every eye turned to Yoda. He smiled fondly.  "A clever girl, you are. And sincere.  From Kamino I have just returned.  A unit for you, I think I know.  But no easy task is this.  What they lack in numbers,  ferocity they have."

"I can handle the creche bedtime routine.  I will approach with the same mindset." She smiled a little.  "How many will be under my command?"

"Four clones."

Miria nodded with a smile.  "Then we'll be the best five soldiers we can."

"I don't see why we need a Jedi General.  We're a special commando unit.  That's too much direct supervision, it'll slow us down." Crosshair fiddled with his toothpick. 

"Maybe you'll finally listen to someone." His brother,  Hunter, huffed. "You sure don't listen to me,  and I'm the sergeant."

"You think he'll let me keep blowing stuff up?" Wrecker murmured a little anxiously.  

"My study into the Jedi order does not show anything about a proclivity for pyrotechnics." Tech shrugged. 

The four were waiting on the dock outside their ship,  a heavily modified Omicron class.  And Tech was just getting started.  

"Great.  Five guys in a ship built for four." Crosshair griped. "As if the quarters weren't close enough-"

"Good morning.  You must be Clone Force 99." His complaining was interrupted by a voice.  A female voice.  

Crosshair turned around from where he'd been sitting on the ship's gangplank and took stock. 

She was willowy, he noted. Petite and delicate looking,  with black hair marred with a streak of white that framed the left side of her heart shaped face.  She was dressed like most Jedi,  in cream and brown, though he spotted arm braces and a chest plate painted with a fresh Republic insignia peeking under the oversized cloak.  She wore blood red lipstick in the style of Naboo, with the full top lip painted and only the middle of the bottom one.  Still,  they were full and inviting lips, curved into a smile below the softest eyes in an amethyst shade.  "Good morning,  gentlemen."

Crosshair got up to join his brothers in a salute.  "Jedi." Hunter said smartly.  "Are you here to take us to our new general? "

The girl chuckled.  "My name is Jedi Knight Miria Halcyon.  I am your new general."

Crosshair couldn't stop his sarcastic mouth.  "You?"

"I assure you I am more than capable." She didn't seem offended by his surprise.  "Now,  I've given my name.  Would you mind giving yours?"

Hunter started. "I'm CT-"

"No no no.  Your names.  You're people, not numbers.  And there's five of us.  I'm sure I can remember." She chuckled. 

Wrecker grinned.  "I like you already."

Hunter smiled.  "Permission to speak freely?"

"Of course." She adjusted her bag on her hip. 

"You're nothing at all like what we were expecting, ma'am."

"I'll take that as a good thing.  Now,  your names?"

"I'm Hunter.  I'm the sergeant."

Miria extended her hand to shake his.  He noted scarring at the tips of her fingers,  like she'd ripped them open at some point. The scars seemed old,  though.  "Lovely to meet you,  Hunter." Her eyes traced his features,  from the serious expression to his long hair and tattoo across the side of his face.  He didn't really look like a clone,  but certainly could pass for a relation to their progenitor.

"I'm Wrecker.  I like to blow stuff up." The largest member of the team grinned,  dwarfing her hand in his and nearly knocking her off her feet with the strength of his handshake. His features,  Miria thought,  reminded her more of the clones she'd met, though stronger and a little more tragic with a clearly blinded eye and spider web of scarring across his face.  He seemed eager to please as a puppy though,  despite his size. 

"I'm sure we'll find an opportunity to put that to good use." she chuckled.

Tech took a step over and shook her hand,  adjusting his goggles with his free one.  "My name is Tech.  I am the unit’s technology specialist."

"Wonderful. I look forward to hearing your ideas." She smiled,  cocking her head.  He had a narrower face and almost reddish- brown hair instead of the black she'd seen before.  

Her attention turned to Crosshair, who eyed her cautiously. "Crosshair." He finally murmured, tossing his toothpick carelessly to the side and slowly reaching for her hand.  "Sniper."

Her lavender eyes moved over him as she reached back.  He couldn't help but wonder what she thought of his silver hair and lean features,  all angles and sharp edges.  

Miria smiled when his fingers met hers,  and he was startled at how… soft… her hand felt even through his gloves.  "Crosshair.  A fitting name. I can't wait to see you in action." His hand felt warm where she was touching him. 

Tech interrupted his thoughts.  "The ship is only equipped with four standard bunks,  General." 

"That's alright.  I have a hammock." She patted her bag.  "I also brought snacks.  I wasn't sure what you boys liked, but I'm determined to find out."

Wrecker grinned.  "I think I love you."

Miria laughed, and it made the hair on the back of Crosshair's neck stand on end, but he couldn't decide if he liked it or not. "Aren't you sweet?" She patted his broad back gently. 

Tech and Wrecker took the general inside the ship to show her around. It wasn't a particularly large vessel,  but she didn't seem to be complaining.  Wrecker helped her hand up a hammock in the cargo hold.  It wasn't much,  but seeing as the men shared a bunk room,  it was the most privacy they could offer. 

Once she was settled in,  they went over a few pre flight checks and Miria double checked supplies, then got off Coruscant  for their first mission together.  

Miria sat up front with Tech,  eyes bright,  as they hit hyperspace.  

"Not bored yet,  General? " Tech raised an eyebrow. 

"I haven't seen the stars in a long time.  I'm just enjoying the view." She smiled. 

Crosshair cursed his exceptional eyesight under his breath.  It would have been so easy not to notice the way the ship lights reflected back in her eyes.

"No offense,  General,  but you're terrible at sabacc." Hunter chuckled.  The group was gathered in the hold,  sitting or leaning on crates and playing cards. 

"I know.  This is why I don't gamble." Miria chuckled,  wedged between a crate and Wrecker. "I'm much better at dejarik."

Tech's head popped up. "I enjoy dejarik. It's an excellent strategy simulation."

Miria chuckled and showed Wrecker her garbage hand of cards.  He made a face. "Maybe we can play sometimes.  But it's one on one,  and I enjoy time with all of you."

It was the truth.  She'd been flying around with them for a month,  catching up with various Jedi-led battalions. They hadn't really gotten to see her in action yet,  as they usually cleaned up the battlefield while she was trying to get to another Jedi.  But she was always pleased to come back to the security of the Havoc Marauder. 

Crosshair, seated in a perch on top of the nearest crate, made a disgruntled noise. 

Hunter gave him a look before turning back to the game.  "So I've been meaning to ask, General.  How'd you end up getting assigned to a single unit? Don't you Jedi usually have much larger groups under your command?"

"I'm a…. Special circumstance. And I needed to be more mobile than I would otherwise be with a larger command. " She shrugged and discarded a card into the pile.  "I think I like this better anyway. I actually get to know you." She chuckled.  "Except Crosshair.  He doesn't like talking to me." Her voice was light,  teasing enough to make Hunter and Tech chuckle. Wrecker made another face,  but was distracted when Miria held up a bag of Honey Butter crisps she'd brought along during their last stop on Coruscant.  "Might I ask a question of my own?"

Tech nodded.  "If we become uncomfortable,  we will alert you."

She smiled and patted Wreckers leg.  She knew by now he was the emotional one. "I know you're Clone Force 99, but if I didn't know better I'd never know you guys were clones.  I might guess you're brothers, though. So how did this happen?"

Crosshair stiffened,  drawing a knee up to his chest.  Hunter looked at Tech, who nodded and launched into an explanation.  "We are the results of genetic mutations in clone DNA, which gave us abilities the Kaminoans deemed useful in soldiers. Hunter has enhanced senses, Wrecker is exceptionally strong,  I am hyper intelligent,  and Crosshair has incredible spatial awareness and vision."

Crosshair got up,  dropping his cards, and started walking towards the ladder to the bunk room. Miria tuned in immediately to the radiating anger and hurt coming off him. Her hand stretched up towards him.  "Crosshair, wait …"

Hunter sighed as the marksman ignored her and went up the ladder.  "Don't mind him,  General. It's a touchy subject… we're not exactly well received by the regs. It's okay now that we're all together,  but when we were cadets we caught a lot of hell for being different. Crosshair probably got the worst of it, because he never could let the comments go. He always had to fight back."

Miria frowned, looking at her hands on the cards in her lap.  "I understand." She finally murmured.  "Let me talk to him."

"He iis going say something rude."  Tech sighed.

"That's alright.  I'm his friend tonight,  not his general." She set her cards down and went up the ladder after Crosshair. 

Hunter flipped her cards over.  "Maker, her hand sucked."

Crosshair was moodily laying on his back in his bunk when he heard a light tap on the bunkroom door.  "What?"

"It's just me,  Crosshair." Miria's voice was muffled, but soft and just a tiny bit raspy. "I brought you some caf…"

Crosshair was a caf addict and he knew it was a bribe,  but it sounded awesome right about now.  "Fine.  Come in."

He did appreciate that she knocked and waited every time she needed to come into their quarters for something. When the door opened, she padded over with the cup of caf held in both hands.  She was in her sleep clothes,  a loose oversized shirt over leggings, with bare feet. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail,  and she looked… cute. And a little pale in the cheeks, but he assumed it was the lack of makeup she normally wore. 

"May I join you?" She asked softly.  

"Don't see why you'd want to." But he took the offered cup and folded his legs so she could sit on the mattress.  

"I like your company." She smiled.  

Crosshair buried his nose in his cup.  "You'd be the first,  besides my brothers…"

"I can't comment on anyone else's lack of good taste. Speaking of which,  did the caf turn out okay?  I tried to remember how I've seen you make yours,  but I don't drink it…"

He raised an eyebrow,  considering her for a moment. She'd been watching him… observing minute details for ways to smooth their interactions.  He almost felt guilty he hadn't been doing the same.  He'd been mostly avoiding any non essential contact. "Before I answer that… who doesn't like caf?"

Miria smiled.  "I know,  I know.  Freak of nature,  but I've just never liked it.  I can drink my tea so oversteeped it could be reclassified as paint thinner,  but I need more than half the cup to be cream before I can stomach caf."

He chuckled faintly.  "Well, you made it the same way I always do. Tastes fine to me."

She shot him another smile… this time wide and her eyes squeezed closed over the apples of her cheeks.  His chest tightened involuntarily.  Wholesome. 

He shook his head to erase the thoughts and went back to the caf.  "I know you didn't just come here to bring me caf. No one's that nice."

"You're cynical,  Crosshair.  But unfortunately you're right, I did come to check on you. I brought caf so you'd actually let me in."

"You're the general.  You could get in."

She chuckled.  "Not like this.  When it's just us,  I'm your friend.  I prefer it that way… I don't have all that many." She admitted the last a little quietly,  offering a little vulnerability to the man sitting beside her to encourage him to let his guard down.  Crosshair was the proud one.  He'd only admit to weakness from a superior position to the person he was talking to.  

And Miria was used to giving ground for others. 

"Seems like you'd make friends pretty easy.  You're persistent." He muttered mildly.  

"Most people in the temple don't want to be close with someone who's going through something that makes them uncomfortable." She shrugged.  "So they politely avoid me.  I almost used to wish they'd say something cruel… it's easier to be angry than process pity."

"Trust me, you don't want that either." He set his cup aside and reached for the box of toothpicks in his footlocker. Once he popped one in his mouth he eyed her curiously.  "So what's the matter with you, then? You want to tell me, of all people,  and I'm guessing you haven't told the others.'

"I haven't.  But… I thought you might understand.  You don't seem the type to waste time with pity. I'm very tired of pity." 

"I can't stand it. So talk, what's your deal?"

She chuckled faintly.  "Something bad happened to me as a youngling,  that's caused some…. Lingering issues.  That's why I'm on a smaller unit,  instead of leading a battalion. I asked to serve,  but I have to recognize my limitations.  Irritating as they can be."

"That's the first thing I've ever heard you complain about." He snorted. "Normally you're so accommodating it's disgusting."

"I've been hoping to make a good impression." She chuckled. 

Crosshair didn't know what made him do it, but he found himself reaching out to tap under her chin with his knuckles and redirect her eyes back on him.  "Consider it made. You're not so bad for a Jedi."

She smiled. "And you're not so bad yourself."

"For a mutant?"

She laughed.  "For a man." She got up and patted his leg as she did.  "Goodnight,  Crosshair."

"Night, General." He watched her walk out. Had she really come up here just to… make him feel better?

#eventual smut #explict #original character #crosshair #clone force 99 #chronic illness #caught in the crosshairs

[house-of-laminations]

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?, 24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?, 32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Hello Carim! Hope your day is going well 💛 thanks for the ask!

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

For me, being "haunted" by a piece of writing is to always have it in the back of your mind, and it inspires and intimidates you in equal measure. I can't say any of my writing has ever haunted me per se, unless you count that constant niggling in the back of your mind telling you to finish your WIPs.

But as for other people's writing? There's a few that have stuck with me over the years. One in particular I reread recently and highly recommend is a Star Wars fic called Shape-Changer, by Fialleri on Ao3 (and all subsequent works by them in that continuity). Its a beautiful piece of world building, dealing with oppression and reclaiming of culture from the perspective of a slave (Darth Vader, in this fic, but also others in later stories). The language and stories (and how those stories are told) they create for the slaves of Tattooine really just. get me every time. Story telling as escapism and empowerment my beloved.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does this look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

I put the same prep work into my fiction writing that I put into my academic writing - that is, I’ll have a few dot points or maybe a stray thought written down, do a ton of research that takes me entirely a different direction, and then just improvise the rest. Typically I’ll have section/chapter/character/topic headings written up, then I’ll do a big research deep dive. For example, in Evolutionary Biology with Prof MC, that included doing a ton of diving into the timeline of evolutionary emergence for different species, and a little anthropology (though the latter I already have a background in). Then I kinda just. Go for it. It’s hard to explain how I actually write because it’s not really linear, and that’s why prep work is more about doing research than creating a solid structure.

There is only a single exception to this and that is a massive epic of a fic that’s the brainchild of myself and one of my close friends (shout out to jorts if this comes across your dash). It’s a massive MDSZ fic with a bunch of timeline stuff and worldbuilding plotted out linearly, but again, it’s because it’s a beast. That looks like a massive google doc with a gazillion dot points in chronological order for a story.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc do you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

From the same fic I linked before (Shape-Changer) there's an exchange between a young Anakin Skywalker and his mother: "Vader remembered asking his mother once why there were so many stories about Ekkreth as a slave. She’d looked at him very seriously and said, “Oh no, Ani. They aren’t stories about Ekkreth the slave at all. They’re stories of how Ekkreth becomes free." "

And even though it's a fanfic that's about fictional slavery, it always reminds me of how storytelling is all about perspective. Story telling is intimate and personal and creates connections between humans. And that's why I love it, and I love being a writer. Stories are why I love humans.

#carim #sorry if star wars isnt peoples thing - its just that that particular fic has stuck with me for *years* #ask games #i talk to a real human

[gggoldfinch]

talk to me about star wars! tell me all about it!! I know very little about it and am willing like to be educated by a professional such as yourself!!! tell me about anything that's giving you the brain worms! goldfinch rant time go go go

(i'm sat, notebook open and pen ready to take notes ✍️)

SCREAMIFN SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP EXPLODING INTO A CLOUD OF CONFETTI YIPPEEEEE YIPEE YIPPE YIPYIPEEEE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

Okay so the basics are that the movies are split into three trilogies and tell the story of a bloodline (aka the Skywalker saga), and each movie is called an Episode (1-9). The first trilogy is caked the Prequels, and follows Anakin (Darth Vader) and Padmé, Luke and Leia’s parents. Second trilogy is called the Original Trilogy (which sequentially came out first and is the one pretty much everyone is at least somewhat familiar with), which follows Luke and Leia. The third trilogy and most divisive is the Sequels, which follows Leia and Han’s son and Palpatine’s granddaughter (yikes…). Then there’s the stand alone movies Solo, which is a prequel to Han Solo’s story in the Original Trilogy, and Rogue One, which is a prequel to the events of the Original Trilogy. I recommend watching them in canon timeline order, even if the film quality differences are jarring 🤣 (I personally prefer the visual dark fantasy effects of the Original Trilogy, but I digress)

MY personal favorites are the Prequel movies, specifically The Phantom Menace (Episode 1) and Attack of the Clones (Episode 2), and the standalone movies Solo, and Rogue One (which I believe is objectively one of, if not THE best Star Wars movie to date); however growing up I only ever saw the Original Trilogy, and not very often. I only really got into Star Wars when I was around 18-19 years old. Once when I was a little kid my local library (which was fancy and had a projection theater in the basement) was showing Return of the Jedi (Episode 6) and invited the kids to dress up; so while everyone was dressed up like little Leias and Anakins, my ass was an Ewok (my costume was spot on btw). I got sick halfway thru with like a 101F fever and had to leave 😭

THEN there’s the TV shows. The animated ones, The Clone Wars, and Rebels, are modern television classics and are beloved in-fandom (and although I have personal beef with Rebels i don’t deny it’s a good show lmao). More recently there’s been a surge of live-action TV shows, like The Mandalorian, beloved by all, and recently Ashoka. So far I’ve only watched The Mandalorian, The Book of Boba Fett (which are both my favorites), and Kenobi, so I can’t necessarily speak to the quality of the others (being Ashoka, and Andor) but I’ve heard they’re great too. There are other animated shows too, like Visions (which I have seen) and Bad Batch (which I’ve partially seen), which are also good.

My favorite character, as is obvious by my shrine blog, is Darth Maul, the first apprentice of Emperor Palpatine introduced in The Phantom Menace. He himself is a menace🫡 After his first appearance he’d then go on to have major plot arcs in The Clone Wars and Rebels (the latter of which I don’t ever want to think about ❤️), and also a very hot cameo in Solo. He’s a very complex, deep, and a deeply troubled character (and is also physical disability rep), and he means so much to me. His story is beautifully fleshed out and I just. AAAAAA he’s in the top 5 bracket of my favorite blorbos of all time tbh 🥰

Other runners up for my favorites are: Din Djarin aka The Mandalorian, Boba Fett, Savage Opress (Maul’s beefstick brother played by the same actor as Mr. Krabs), Asajj Ventress, Kit Fisto, Cad Bane, and other miscellaneous idiots. There are so many amazing alien designs & fully armored people to adore and be horny over…

I’m currently writing a Star Wars fic that has been EATING MY BRAIN since 2022 and I’ve only now gotten my act together to actually write it. The main character oc is very self-inserty, as the all are. I put pieces of myself into all my main “I made this as an adult” ocs, and they help me learn things about myself (in a crazy psychoanalytical way), and cope with trauma, and vent, and feel LOVED! And it’s crazy. This fic is MY EVERYTHING and I’m so excited to be writing and sharing it finally after I thought I never would 🥰 It’s seriously just been like an alternate life I’ve lived inside my brain up until now 🚶🏻‍♀️

It’s late and I can’t think of anything more I can infodump about rn but if you want to ask specific questions or want me to talk about specific things I will! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME ❤️❤️😭

#ily anon #goldfinch goes insane on main #anon ask

[reluctant-mandalore]

Hi! You asked for me! :D Actually, I was heading over to you and then saw that post. Hehe. Initially, I thought you hadn't liked that Ask of mine😛 When I saw the excerpts of their draft with Cody, I was so shocked because that's like straight up what I was dreaming about (minus playing with kid Luke bit - Luke would know him at some point because their photo hangs in his shack) and this writer had almost all of that? The only thing missing from that was some other vod showing up later and Codywan housing them. I know Cody doesn't have, objectively, the same draw as Hayden Christensen returning as Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader but like that's so unfair they cut him out completely. Like instead of Tala (and I do like her) they could have set up a very freshly de-chipped Cody who Kenobi runs into and you have those hesitant-to-fully and immediately trust him moments combined with still have that bond where there is a trust intrinsic to them despite it all and go through the same stuff as they did with Tala except not kill Cody, of course 😉 And you'd have this extra layers to those scenes because there IS a shared history marred by a past that scarred them both - individually and towards each other. Like so much angst but at the same time, hope and possibility of showing recuperation etc... while leaving room for more or an ambiguous ending. I hope this isn't too long 😅

But now I have fresh new dreams for s2 that I'll come share in some time. I CANNOT BELIEVE WE CAME THIS CLOSE. CODY MY BELOVED!!!

HI ANON!! So glad you're back. No I liked your ask!! I started typing out a response and then put in the drafts to finish later. I lost it though 😭😭 Like straight up its not in my ask box and I can't find it in the drafts. I have like 200 drafts though so I really should have seen this coming. But usually I don't have major issues with putting asks in the drafts so I didn't think much of it until I couldn't find it. I imagine once I actually go through my drafts I'll find it sdjhfbhsdf. Really sorry about that anon!

Yes same!! So much of what they said they wanted to do was what I wanted to see with Cody. I'm so upset we didn't get to see that in the show at all 😭 I don't understand why they cut him out completely. I feel like even with the story that we got there's still room to include him in various parts, and even through out the show as a whole.

Also yes I like tala a lot too. I think her character was nice, and I definitely cried during her death. But I also totally see what you mean about putting Cody in her place instead. Though I also feel like they could have included both her and Cody in a way too tbh. Like start off with Tala and than maybe later on introduce a de-chipped Cody. Ya know? (Or even just have a de-chipped Cody finding him on Tatoonie from the get go. I think I would have liked that more)) But yes I agree. Cody could have definitely filled the role that Tala played instead if they had wanted to go that way. I think it would have worked out nicely for the show as well.

And yes the extra emotion!! We feel for Tala of course, and Obi Wan clearly does to, seeing her sacrifice probably helped to guide him back to being who he needed to be. But there definitely would been more of an angst feel with it being Cody considering their past together. I mean either way with Tala or Cody its an impactful and emotionally driven scene.

I really hope we get a season 2, and if we do I hope Cody is included!! I can't believe we were robbed of getting to see him 😭😭

EDIT: also!! love that idea of codywan housing some vod that show up. Anon you have such wonderful ideas 

#thank you for your thoughts anon <3 #anon #lovely asks #kenobi series #kenobi spoilers

[mykinkyyandere]

How Yandere Anakin sleeps with the reader (just sleeps). Do they sleep together? Does he hug her? Maybe something else. How does he greet his beloved in the morning?

Sleeping Together

AO3

Pairings: Yandere! Anakin Skywalker X gn!Reader

Warnings: Possessive behaviours

A/N: I have no idea who's in this gif but it gives me total Anakin vibe.

It's obvious what kind of yandere Anakin is. Extremely clingy, emotional, delusional, obsessive, and possessive. He also reflects all of them while sleeping with you.

You definitely sleep together. And he definitely hugs. He loves to hug you. This is his way of possessing you, that is, showing that he has you to your surroundings, to himself, to you, to everyone. He wants you in his arms all day, even at night.

Apart from that, he loves to play with your body in a non-sexual way. Your hair, your face, your fingers, your stomach, your legs... His hands discovers you, caress you, he's a million times grateful that you're by his side and in his arms.

Before you fall asleep, he whispers intense and overwhelming love words about how much he loves you.

He tries to be with you when you wake up in the morning. He wants you to open your small and cute eyes to him first. He whispers "good morning my angel" in your ear and hugs you and pats your head.

If he can't be there, he'll surely set up a hologram message that'll be shown to you when you wake up. He says that he's deeply sorry for not being able to be with you, but that he'll make it up to you when he returns.

#yandere anakin skywalker x reader #yandere anakin skywalker #yandere anakin skywalker x reader headcanons #dark anakin skywalker imagine #yandere anakin skywalker imagine #dark anakin skywalker x reader #dark anakin skywalker #dark anakin skywalker headcanons #yandere anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker headcanons #yandere star wars headcanons #yandere star wars x reader #yandere star wars #yandere star wars imagine #dark star wars x reader #dark star wars #dark star wars imagine #dark star wars headcanons #anakin skywalker #star wars #sleeping together

[anidalalover99]

Anakin and Padme modern AU Valentine's Day fic.

Anakin Pops the Question.

Photoshopped photo of Hayden and Natalie to the right below the gif is from devianart artist rosecrystals/ Shevia Soheyli. The other photoshopped photo I found on Pinterest. The gif I found on Pinterest.

For what seemed like the 10th time in a row, the young man withdrew the small velvet box from his suit pocket and flipped its lid, a radiant princess diamond engagement ring staring back at him.

An intricate design of angel wings adorned the band, a simple but sweet symbol representing what one particular woman truly meant to him.

"Will she say yes?

Will she say no?

I love her so much and want to spend the rest of my life with her. I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I want the honor of becoming Padme Naberrie's husband.

She is EVERYTHING to me".

A fellow patron of the lavish restaurant Anakin Skywalker was in passed by and reached the door to the men's bathroom when he saw the look of sheer terror on Anakin's face.

"Good luck dude".

As if he had been jolted by a sudden sharp pinch to his skin, Anakin flinched, coming out of his reverie. He remembered where he was and figured he had been standing near the small couch for longer than he should have.

"I hope everything works out," the man said.

A small smile struggled to reach Anakin's lips and the man nodded apologetically, as if he understood Anakin's turmoil before disappearing beyond the door.

Padme is going to worry soon and would no doubt start searching for Anakin the longer he remained practically immobilized.

But what if she, the love of my life, into her 5th year with me, rejects becoming my wife?

The meal recently consumed suddenly felt like it was churning violently inside Anakin, ready to be expelled from his stomach through his esophagus.

What am I going to do?

" Anakin,my love? Where are you?"

Anakin swallowed hard and quickly concealed the ring as his girlfriend slowly approached.

He ran a quivering hand through his sandy blonde mane while reaching out with his other to pull her close to him.

As nervous as Anakin was, he always took comfort in Padme's naturally sweet scent and calming aura.

" I was concerned something happened to you and so I came to see if you were all right. You've been particularly fidgety all evening", Padme noted .

She laid her palm on his chest.

" You can tell me anything my love. You know that, right?"

Anakin nodded and kissed her.

The couple began walking back to their table in the corner of the restaurant.

Anakin noticed the bill sitting atop the burgundy table cloth as Padme put on her coat and collected her purse.

" I finished eating while you were in the rest room and since your plate was empty too, I went ahead and asked for the bill. We can have something for dessert at my apartment if you like. There we can have more...privacy?"

Anakin's spirits lifted and dropped as another round of nerves assaulted his mind on how the night could end if he went through with his plan.

Though he couldn't resist returning her playful smirk at her suggestion.

" Whatever you want my beloved," he told her.

Anakin paid for their dinner and took his coat and escorted Padme out of the restaurant.

Anakin was driving them both back to her apartment and Padme kept her hand on his thigh during the entire ride to her home.

She could tell by his slightly labored breathing and the look he occasionally flashed her, she was having quite the effect on him.

" I have some ice cream we can share in a bowl", she offered.

Anakin smiled.

" I would love that angel".

" I love it when we have time to ourselves".

Anakin heard the distinct purr in her voice and bit his lip, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

He knew she was trying to help him relax from whatever was bothering him and he appreciated that.

Anakin, however, mentally cursed himself for not proposing to Padme at the restaurant like tradition and knew he had to find the strength to ask her sometime that night or he may never do it because the fear of her possible rejection would be too much for him.

" I couldn't agree more, my love", Anakin said.

Once they reached Padme's apartment and were inside, Padme kissed Anakin and offered him to make himself comfortable as usual.

She momentarily excused herself to change.

Despite having been in Padme's apartment on multiple occasions and sometimes spending nights with her, Anakin felt as if that evening was his first time in her residence.

He palmed the blue box in his pants pocket. The object felt heavier and heavier by the minute the longer he stalled.

He went into the kitchen for a distraction and retrieved a bowl and two spoons and scanned Padme's freezer in search of the ice cream she said she had.

Light Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl.

Anakin scooped some into a bowl and returned the ice-cream to the freezer.

He took the bowl and two spoons with him to the living room when he heard light foot steps drawing closer and closer.

" I am not sure what you're in the mood to...waa..."

Anakin couldn't finish his sentence.

When he turned Padme was clad in nothing but a soft turquoise lace lingerie dress, the hemline past her knees. Her chocolate brown curls were free from the bun that bound them earlier and cascaded down her shoulders.

His heartbeat accelerated a ten fold.

" This is your pajamas.? Not that I mind of course."

She smiled in response to his comment and chuckled when she heard him swallow.

Just breath, just breath, Anakin told himself.

Padme curled next to Anakin while he held the bowl of ice cream in his hand .

She reached for her tv remote and found a channel with light melodic music, allowing the soothing sounds to fill the room.

Anakin knew it was now or never after one bite of their cold treat.

"Padme, angel" Anakin began.

"Yes".

He set the dessert down and directed his attention to Padme, her sparkling brown eyes melting his soul.

The spoon stuffed in her mouth never detracted from her ethereal beauty.

"Is this connected to your nervous behavior all night", Padme asked after putting her spoon in the bowl on her coffee table.

Anakin sighed.

"Well...sort of..."....

He didn't know where to start.

" These last few years I have saved up enough with my management position at the automotive shop. I found a place, a house I want to move into in a beautiful neighborhood. I..I..its near the college you teach at and I...I wa was..h hoping you maybe could m.move in ww with me soon...but as more than...my....girlfriend....as my.....

The word Anakin wanted to say, poised on the tip of his tongue,evaporated.

Perspiration streaked his neck like he had run a mile in the blistering sun.

He decided on the one action that would simply convey what he wished to say.

The woman nestled close to her partner widened her brown eyes and clutched the fabric of her lingerie.

Her gaze never left the object that slowly opened to reveal an engagement ring.

Anakin breathed in slowly but, when he spoke again, emotion laced his voice.

" Since we were in school, I have always been in awe of you. You were and are my best friend, my lover, my partner, my confidant, my sweet angel and my queen, my Padme. I can't picture myself with anyone else. You are my heart and soul Padme. I was elated beyond belief when you welcomed me as your boyfriend five years ago.

Will you do me the extraordinary honor", Anakin asked, shifting off the sofa and leaning on one knee with Padme's outstretched hand in his, "of becoming my wife and spending the rest of your days with me?"

It was Padme's turn to sit, unable to move as she continued to stare at the piece of jewelry in front of her. She had already pondered her decision if such a question was ever asked of her, and if by Anakin in particular.

She was just absorbing the reality of the moment as it was happening right then and there.

Anakin wanted to be her husband and they discussed children before and agreed it was something they both desired one day.

She loved Anakin with all her heart and couldn't have been more overjoyed that he asked her to marry him.

Padme sensed the panic emanating off Anakin by the absence of her answer and realized his agitated state was from dread that she would say no to him.

She leaned forward and caressed his cheek and lifted his face that was stained with tears.

Her smile only brightened as she slowly brushed away the warm moisture and whispered lovingly, "You had nothing to worry about my love. I will love to change my name from Naberrie to Skywalker because it only feels right that I become your wife".

Anakin just stared, wondering if he heard her correctly while Padme wondered if he heard her at all because he hadn't moved and appeared to have fallen completely silent.

She said out loud," yes, I will marry you Anakin" and proceeded to kiss him fully on the mouth.

Padme sighed in relief when her boyfriend responded at last and his arms tightened around her, the box forgotten in his hand. She moaned when he pulled her tongue in his mouth and laid her down on her sofa, climbing on top of her.

"Ani," Padme whispered.

" You forgot something my future husband".

Anakin lifted his mouth from her neck and saw Padme wave her bare left hand.

"Oh, the ring!"

Laughter bubbled out of the ecstatic pair and Anakin took the ring from the box and kept his eyes on his fiancé as he slipped the stunning ring on Padme's left index finger.

She beamed and wasted no time in capturing his mouth in another tender kiss.

Anakin shuddered in pleasure as he deepened their kiss.

He was on cloud nine.

The woman he has cherished and loved since he was a child, who has always been his best friend, will soon become his wife.

He looked forward to their future together. Relationships took work and marriage took additional work but Anakin knew he and Padme would be all right. She deserved everything and more. He would make sure of that too, for she is Queen and he, her King.

Happy Valentine's day everyone( I know I am posting a day early but oh well, I felt like it. I am working on another little Anidala fic)

Have a beautiful day with all of your loved ones from romantic partners to family and friends.

❤😊❤💞😊

May the Force be with you!

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