#lawyer!anakin skywalker

[immagod605]

You know Dave, sometimes I think you just like giving us reasons to need therapy.

#and yet I'll gladly and willingly rewatch it all #but you'll be hearing from my lawyer about the therapy bill #order 66 #star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #snips and skyguy #darth vader #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka spoiler #star wars ahsoka #hayden christensen

[roachsauce]

au where order 66 doesn’t happen but anakin still falls and goes kinda crazy

#star wars #tcw #mace windu #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #ft. maces new career as a divorce lawyer #my art

[mischievouschan4]

WIP Wednesday - Lawyer!AU (Obikin)

Trying to keep this up for the third week in a row! Another rendition of “what I’d like to write as a full fic but don’t have the brain space, so it’s just going to be classified as a WIP and posted on Wednesday” lol 🙈

Get ready for allllllll the fluff!

It’s Obikin this week (SFW)~~

Anakin snuggles into Obi-Wan's side after a long day of packing as they settle in for the night. They're getting ready to head out on a two week vacation abroad in the morning, and it had taken FOREVER for Anakin to pick out their outfits.

We need to be coordinated for the cute photos, babe!

Obi-Wan had nodded sagely and obediently went back to organizing their toiletries, leaving Anakin to fret work in peace. Divide and conquer and all that.

But it's finally sorted now, and Anakin just wants to enjoy some nice cuddles before sleeping.

In bed, Obi-Wan shifts obligingly to accommodate Anakin's bulk and turns his head to kiss the younger man's temple on autopilot. It warms Anakin to the core, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the thought of how sweet Obi-Wan is with him...even if said man is still tapping away at his phone when Anakin is clearly vying for his attention...

Anakin stifles a sigh. By now, he is used to this to a certain extent, but it definitely took a LOT of heated discussion (read: crying and yelling) and emotional support (read: Padme frantically playing middle woman) at the beginning of their relationship before Anakin could even comprehend why this was an issue.

You see, Obi-Wan just so happens to be one of the most sought after corporate liability lawyers in all of Coruscant City. His employer, Jedi Inc, represents almost 80% of the HoloNet 500's top companies, and he is a busy busy man. And unlike Anakin, a senior test pilot for the Republic Engineering Corporation, Obi-Wan doesn't have the privilege of just leaving his work at work. Anakin has spent many a night bringing snacks and hot tea to their home office while Obi-Wan toils away into the early hours of the morning.

Ever the caring partner, Obi-Wan is, of course, apologetic about his inability to give Anakin his undivided attention all the time, but it’s only because Obi-Wan is proud of his work and wants to give it his best effort. It had taken some time for Anakin to come to terms with this aspect of how Obi-Wan wants to prioritize his time. But on the flip side, Obi-Wan has also made progress in leaps and bounds when it comes to adjusting that mindset, having come to the realization that there is indeed much more to life than winning cases. Obi-Wan has the sexiest man in Coruscant in his bed for Force's sake, a fact he is incredibly grateful for.

"Are you seriously working right now?" Anakin asks with a pout.

Obi-Wan pauses and turns to kiss Anakin again, this time on the younger man's cheek, and he sighs, "No, darling, believe it or not. I'm actually just trying to look for the email with our chauffeur's information. They're supposed to pick us up once we land, but I didn’t see the booking confirmation come through."

It’s Anakin's turn to sigh. "Did you use your work email again?"

Obi-Wan chuckles sheepishly. Even though he checks his work email religiously, Obi-Wan still isn’t able to keep up with everything, and sometimes things get lost when his executive assistant files things away in the complicated system she has going on. It’s far too late in the night to text her to ask where she might have saved this one.

Anakin tugs the phone out of Obi-Wan's hands and starts to do his own search. (Obi-Wan never lets Anakin look at his work email from his laptop, but the phone screen is small enough that the previews don't show any confidential information, so he allows it sparingly.)

Anakin tries a few keywords:

"confirmation"

"reservation"

Nothing relevant comes up (mostly just hotel and flight bookings for Obi-Wan's numerous work trips). But then he tries:

"receipt"

And a single subject line at the bottom of the screen catches his eye.

[Order fulfilled] Final receipt for your custom Cartier order No. 501212...

Anakin's fingers freeze over the touch screen. Because holy shit. HOLY SHIT. His breath catches in his throat.

Anakin will fully admit that he only knows the bare minimum about carats and bands and shapes and luster, but even he recognizes the brand name of one of the top jewelry companies in the world. And a custom order at this stage of their relationship can mean only one thing...

Okay, so it’s not completely out of the blue, the two of them have talked about marriage seriously many times, and it's clear that it's more a matter of "when" and not "if" for both of them. They've even casually looked at some rings together. But!!! To know that it's going to be a sure thing? That forever is going to become more that just a possibility? Anakin's heart beat thunders in his ears.

As quickly as he can get over his shock, Anakin deletes the word 'receipt' and tries 'pick-up' instead. There are a few results that look promising, so Anakin passes the phone back to Obi-Wan with slightly shaky hands and tries his best to pretend like nothing's happened. He doesn't want Obi-Wan to feel bad that his surprise is ruined, after all.

But Anakin has never been good at concealing his emotions, especially from the people he cares about.

So after a few moments of tension-filled silence where Anakin knows and Obi-Wan knows that Anakin knows and Anakin knows that Obi-Wan knows that Anakin knows, he breaks out into the widest grin that's ever graced his face. Anakin smiles until his cheeks can't possibly stretch any further and an ecstatic squeal escapes him.

He turns so that he's laying half on top of Obi-Wan and gazing into his lover's anxious face. Anakin can't help it, he's just so happy! Obi-Wan loves HIM! He wants Anakin! Forever! No returns allowed! Anakin can feel his cheeks flushing a bright red in his excitement.

Despite Obi-Wan’s initial dismay at the untimely spoiler, the sight of the younger man's unfiltered joy washes away any misgivings Obi-Wan has, and he slowly relaxes, accepting the fact that the tooka cat is officially out of the crate now.

"Is it here?" Anakin asks in a whisper, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Obi-Wan chuckles and nods, starting to feel his own excitement build.

"Is it somewhere in our bags?" Anakin follows-up.

Another nod, this time accompanied by a sly grin.

Anakin squeals again and buries his face in Obi-Wan's neck. The younger man kicks his feet adorably, making a mess of their shared duvet, but unable to contain the adrenalin coursing through him.

Obi-Wan wraps his arms around Anakin's shaking body and rubs a soothing hand up and down the younger man's broad back. He can tell Anakin is happy, and that's all Obi-Wan can ever wish for.

"Okay," Anakin says after he's calmed down a little. "Okay, okay! I just want you to know, I love you so much, Obi-Wan. So so so much. And, I promise I won't ask about anything else, but just in case, I want you to know that I love you and that I can't wait."

A matching grin graces Obi-Wan's features at Anakin's confession, and his eyes crinkle in the way that indicates he's smiling a broad, genuine smile. "I know, sweetheart, and I love you too."

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Everything ends up working out with their chauffer.

And Obi-Wan doesn't wait long to pop the question once they land at their destination, knowing Anakin will appreciate having the rest of their trip to maximize the celebrations and take advantage of every opportunity to show off to anyone and everyone who would give him the time of day.

Obi-Wan had spent months organizing with the resort they are staying at to arrange for a private beachside proposal. Everything had been so perfectly coordinated. Does it matter that the whole operation was spoiled by an email snafu? Obi-Wan refuses to let it. It’s all about the mindset, and if Anakin is happy, then Obi-Wan is happy too.

So on the second day of their trip, after a day of swimming in the beach, Obi-Wan tells Anakin to freshen up before dinner and smiles enigmatically at the younger man's pleading eyes. Patience, he'd whispered and patted Anakin's bum to get him moving.

When it gets closer to sunset, Obi-Wan threads Anakin's fingers in between his own and leads his love down a secret staircase at the back of the hotel property. It leads down to a small private beach with white sand and picturesque rolling waves. Their way down is lined with sweet smelling flower bushes and affords them an exquisite view of the glittering water at golden hour.

Anakin looks positively ethereal in the sunlight, and Obi-Wan wishes that he could capture the image forever (before he remembers that he'd hired a whole team of videographers to record the entire thing from multiple angles and reminds himself to just enjoy the moment). Obi-Wan was worried he would be more disappointed that the element of surprise was missing, but in actuality, knowing the ending affords both of them the opportunity to fully appreciate every detail along the way without any distracting nervousness.

When they reach the sand, they toe off their shoes, and Obi-Wan leads them to a picnic area set up with fairy lights, a romantic dinner with finger foods, and flowers, lots and lots of flowers. (Anakin grew up in an arid, desert city, so flowers are now one of his favorite things). There's a bluetooth speaker hidden somewhere playing a relaxing instrumental track.

As Anakin is busy admiring the spread, Obi-Wan gets down on one knee and presents the innocuous red velvet box that has sparked so much anticipation over the last few days. He holds it open and watches Anakin's face light up when he turns around, not at the sight of the ring in his hands, Obi-Wan notes distantly, but at Obi-Wan himself. Tears gather in Anakin's eyes as he gazes, riveted, into Obi-Wan's face.

"Anakin-"

"YES!" the younger man shouts preemptively.

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I haven't even asked you anything!"

"Sorry!" Anakin apologizes even though he clearly doesn't mean it at all. He's still smiling giddily and holding a hand over his mouth as if he needs the physical reminder to keep quiet.

Obi-Wan clears his throat to stifle his grin and tries again. "Anakin, my darling," Obi-Wan says, voice suddenly rough as he fights off the urge to cry as well. Everything is just so perfect. "You've been the Light of my life, my Chosen one, from the moment we met. You've stuck with me through all the ups and downs these past seven years, and I have felt our love grow at every turn. You are my Peace, my Freedom, and I can't imagine a future without you. Will you do me the honor of being my husband?"

"Yes!" Anakin shouts again as he jumps up and down, crashing down into Obi-Wan to hug him before getting up to jump some more, yelling his enthusiastic "I do's" the entire time.

Obi-Wan wipes his eyes and carefully cradles Anakin's left hand to slip the ring on. It's a bit of a struggle with how much Anakin is moving, but it's a perfect fit.

Once Anakin sees the band slide on, he full-on tackles the older man, barreling into Obi-Wan with arms and legs wrapping around his lover and knocking them both to the ground. Obi-Wan isn't sure that Anakin has even looked at the design of the ring once. Silly boy, Obi-Wan thinks to himself, but it’s just like Anakin to overlook the little details in the hurricane of his enthusiasm. It’s alright, Obi-Wan knows. We’ll look at it more closely together later. He’d designed it especially for them, after all. A pair of wings, twined around each other as they circle the star in the center, a gorgeously inset marquise diamond.

"I'm so happy, Obi-Wan," Anakin cries. "This was so perfect, oh my god, I'm so happy I could die."

Obi-Wan sits both of them up and kisses his now fiancé once. Twice. Before pulling back to admire how absolute bliss looks on his lover's radiant face. Stunning. Just stunning. The bright flush of Anakin's cheeks, his golden halo of hair, his sparkling blue eyes. Obi-Wan can't help but kiss Anakin again.

"There is one more thing," Obi-Wan says as he gets to his feet, extending a hand for Anakin. "Before you hypothetically die, I require your signature."

Anakin clings to Obi-Wan's arm as they make their way back to the picnic area where, along with all the food on the table, Anakin also notices a rather large, flat wooden box.

Obi-Wan props the lid open and Anakin throws his head back, practically howling with laughter, at the contents inside. It's so Obi-Wan that Anakin's chest hurts from the fondness that threatens to burst forth, too big and too exuberant to be contained by his rib cage any longer. It's a contract. For their engagement.

"Darling, you must understand," Obi-Wan says, mirth evident in his eyes and bubbling up in his voice. "I'll need more than a verbal commitment for your agreement to stand, only a contract can be binding."

Anakin reads the words on the single sheet of paper inside the box as he leans his weight against Obi-Wan. His Obi-Wan. His fiancé!!!

"On this day, the __ of __ _____ , this Exclusive Engagement Agreement ("The Engagement") is hereby entered into by the Promisor, the undersigned, who does commit to a concordance of marriage with the Promisee ("Obi-Wan Kenobi") upon presentation and exchange of goods and services ("The Engagement Ring" and "The Proposal," respectively). The Promisor does further agree to participate in a binding ceremony to legally recognize the union of the two individuals, the Promisor and the Promisee, within an appropriate timeframe deemed acceptable by both parties at a later date."

There is a line at the bottom for Anakin to print and sign his name. The pen is also provided.

Anakin does his best to scribble today’s date and his signature on the paper given that one arm seems to be permanently wrapped around Obi-Wan, and he turns to kiss the older man again as soon as he finishes. It's almost an addiction at this point. He wants to kiss Obi-Wan forever.

A thought occurs to Anakin suddenly, and he thinks of the perfect way to let Obi-Wan know just how much he appreciates and respects that law will be an irrevocable part of their lives. He’s picked up a thing or two over the years.

Anakin pulls back from their kiss reluctantly and says with a smirk, "Mr. Kenobi, thank you for the thorough preparation of today's paperwork. Before we conclude our business, I must insist on receiving a copy of this contract for my own records."

Delight flits across Obi-Wan's face as he gives a hearty laugh of his own. "That's very good, sweetheart. We'll make a lawyer of you yet!"

---

Today’s drabble is inspired by:

this Tumblr post

a recent conversation I had with my lawyer friend about her brother’s engagement (how saying “yes” is only a verbal commitment)

the last chapter of my holy grail Suits fanfic, Pizza and a Movie, re: asking for a signed copy of the documentation

FYI, I am by no means a lawyer, so please don't come at me for my sad attempt at legalese.

Also, please let me know if you found some easter eggs throughout LOL there were some ironic ones in Obi-Wan’s proposal speech 🤣

#mischievouschan4 writes #obikin #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #tooth rotting fluff #engagement #they're sickeningly in love #healthy relationships #lawyer obi-wan #test pilot anakin #WIP Wednesday #I just wanted to write something cuteeee

[whoscruffylooking]

you ever notice how obi-wan is never full of rage? considering all the shit that's happened to him by the time the series begins, despite how easy it would be to be angry at the jedi, the republic, anakin, or even himself, he continues to do the right thing. his principles are intact as ever, always putting civilians before himself, and even when he has the chance to end it all and give the final blow, he can't. he can't kill anakin because he still loves him and his children. his children--the very thought of which gives him strength!!! he found his strength in love!!! he could be so ruthless, but every single time he uses his lightsaber i'm in awe of how focused and controlled he is. they frame a whole episode around this concept but it's even in the way the battles are shot and edited. even when he force-lifted all those rocks there was a calmness to it. it's such a stark contrast to the horror-like way vader is portrayed, instilling fear in everyone through his rage. i know the jedi code is pretty specific about these things so it's not a huge surprise but i just can't believe how strong he is after everything to not let his sadness turn into rage. i love him so much.

#we give you a break from middle aged lawyer angst to give you space opera angst #obi-wan kenobi #kenobi series #owk spoilers #anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars

[antxlss]

but, you’re my boss II

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader (modern au)

summary: the day comes for your big blind date. you should hate the guy, but you can’t help but let him grow on you.

warnings: none

words: 2.3k

a/n: guys I was so quick with this one. anyways this is giving enchanted by taylor swift vibes to me. let me know how you guys like it! ~ max <3

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part I | series masterlist | my masterlist

You wake up on Monday morning to the sound of your phone going off next to your bed.

You look at the time, it's 7am, it's time to get ready for work.

You pick up your phone and open your texts to see a message from Padmé. She sent it just a minute ago.

Good morning queen, I have the details for your date and I have to tell you the man is hot (but I don't want to give you any expectations). But go get 'em, bitch. Tonight, 7pm, go meet him at Sandalwood Cafe!

You groan and slam your face into your pillow.

Why did I agree to this?

You roll out of bed and begin getting ready for work.

You spend most of the day nervous, your mind racing with doubts about the date and if you'll click with the guy. You start to wonder if you made a mistake agreeing to it, but the doubt is constantly shoved aside by Padmé's positive tone and support.

As soon as work lets out, you head home to get ready for the date. As a last minute touch up, you spray some perfume under your elbows, the type of perfume that Padmé told you her new Tinder match had told her he liked. You check over in the mirror one last time before heading out.

You decide to walk to the small cafe since it is only a few blocks from your apartment.

You arrive and step into to the cute establishment.

You look around for a few seconds before your eyes land on a handsome looking young man sitting in a chair near the doorway. He's a little on the taller side, his dark blond hair and blue eyes making him very charming. As he notices you walk through the door into the cafe, his eyes immediately find yours, and a small smile creeps onto his cheeks.

You smile back as you take in his appearance. He looks nice and well put together, probably a lawyer or a doctor or something like that. Someone you'd see on television.

Your breath got knocked out of you. You could've sworn you looked petrified.

It was your fucking boss.

Why would Padmé do this? She knows how you feel about that conceited asshole.

You paint a polite smile on your face and try your best to contain yourself.

"I am. And you are?" You ask, even though you very much know who he is.

You can't believe he does t even recognize you. You honestly weren't even shocked.

He gets to his feet to meet you, extending his hand out to you. He's much taller than you, and you look up at him. His eyes are locked on to yours and you can't help but get a little lost in them.

He speaks with a very smooth but gentle confidence to the point that you just want to stare at him while he speaks.

"I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker. I'm so glad you could make it. Would you like to come sit down?"

You internally groan. If you weren't literally desperate for male interaction, you would've just walked out. Might as well just give it a try.

You follow Anakin as he leads you to the table he was previously occupying.

He pulls out your seat for you and waits for you to sit down before he seats himself across from you.

He smiles and leans forward, putting his elbows on the table as his eyes continue to gaze intently at yours, never breaking the eye contact for more than a few seconds.

He speaks without the gentility he showed when you first met. "Padmé told me what I was getting myself into and I have to say, I still can't believe how beautiful you are in person. I hope you don't mind me saying."

Your heart fluttered at his flattery. Why did he have to be so much of a gentleman. You wanted so badly to hate him. To be fair he's never given you a reason to do so.

"Thank you." You smile. "So, how do you know Padmé?"

He's in complete control of his emotions and shows the same confidence he did while at work. You feel completely powerless as you're unable to resist his charm. You can tell Padmé wasn't kidding, he's absolutely charming.

Still staring intently at your face, he leans forward onto his elbows.

"Oh, she and I matched on Tinder a few days ago. She thought we might hit it off, so she set me up on this date." He speaks like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh, so that bitch gave me her seconds. I see how it is." You laugh. "I'm assuming she wasn't into you, you know, since she set us up?"

He chuckles, completely unfazed by what you said by the insult.

He leans one elbow back on the table and clasps his hands together, still staring intently at your eyes and speaking with that same charm, as if there was no tension between him and your relationship with Padmé.

"No, she says she thinks I'm great! In fact, she thought I was handsome, which was why Padmé sent me your way."

He lets out another small chuckle, still keeping eye contact.

"No offense, but you definitely aren't her type. She goes for the more grungy 'bad boy' type." You giggle.

Once again, Anakin seems unfazed by what you said.

While he's still leaning in on one of his elbows against the table, he still is staring intently at you.

He speaks, still confidently.

"Well... I'm not too sure about her type... she did swipe right on me though, so I guess that counts for something?" He chuckles, still staring at you, not breaking eye contact.

You decided to get risky. What did you have to lose.

"Well you may not be Padmé's type, but you're mine."

Anakin keeps looking at you and you notice that his eyebrows raise. His gaze is still sharp, but now there's a twinkle in his eye as he smiles at you.

You feel butterflies in your stomach and you can't stop smiling.

Anakin leans forward and rests his elbows back on the table.

"Oh?" He smiles, keeping eye contact.

"Mhm." You smile, not breaking the eye contact.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Anakin remains seated for a moment longer.

With a slightly deeper voice than before, Anakin speaks and looks you straight in the eyes without blinking.

"I'd like to take you out." His eyes go back to you smiling. "On another date... that is."

You laugh. "Anakin we've only been talking for like two minutes. We know nothing about each other."

Yeah like the fact that he's your fucking employer. You have to tell him that you work for his company. He's literally your boss. He'll find out eventually either way.

He chuckles, and with a look of confidence on his face he leans forward.

"Maybe we don't know anything about each other in terms of our pasts, but I do know a bit about you." And he stares directly at your eyes.

"From this conversation, I've found out a few things about you. You're a beautiful girl with a great sense of humor. You're confident but not in an arrogant way. And you're not too hard to look at," Anakin laughs a little, smiling and maintaining eye contact.

"Hmm, we'll I guess you know me pretty well." You joke. "But really, let's just talk, get to know each other, and then by the end of the night I'll let you know if I want you to take me out again."

Anakin lets out a soft chuckle and leans back slightly, still looking at you with his charming smile.

"You know what? That seems fair. We just got here."

He chuckles again, still speaking with that same confidence and smooth, gentle tone in his voice.

"The night is still young, and so far you seem awesome."

"So far... Okay, ask me a question, what do you want to know about me?" You ask.

He sits back in his chair, crossing one of his legs over the other at the knee.

He puts both of his elbows on the table and leans forward towards your direction, keeping his attention on you.

He looks at you for a second before speaking, thinking of a good question.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from Texas, but I moved to New York City to attend Baruch College. I liked it here so much, I decided to stay." You reply.

It's hard for you to even keep eye contact with him. His looks, his confidence, his smooth, gentle voice.

He speaks like he's not distracted at all and fully in the moment, like your beauty did not even throw him off.

"Why'd you choose that college specifically?"

"Really just because it's in the city." You shrug. "What about you, where are you from?"

"Hmph, fair enough."

Anakin chuckles.

"I'm from the Hamptons. Born and raised."

Oh so he's rich, rich.

There's a pause in which he doesn't quite seem to say everything he was thinking. His eyes are still glued to yours, and you can't stop looking at him either.

"What are you studying at that college?"

"Forensic Phycology. I'm working on my masters right now. Most of my school is online." You reply.

Anakin leans back in his chair again, crossing his legs over each other at the knee. He rests his elbows back onto the table again and leans towards you.

"Forensics, that sounds really interesting. Most of your school is online? How's that working for you?"

He still looks at you with that same charming smile and his eyes on your face, not breaking eye contact for longer than a few seconds.

"It's actually pretty good. I thought I wouldn't enjoy it, but it gives me a chance to work while I finish school." You admit.

Anakin chuckles, and looks back at you for a few seconds.

After a moment of silence, Anakin speaks again and leans forward.

"What is it that you do for work?"

Anakin continues looking you dead in the eyes, a twinkle in his eyes as he waits for your response.

Shit.

You have to tell him. You can't lie. Especially since you are surprisingly really liking him.

"I'm a receptionist. At Skywalker Engineering."

You sit and anxiously wait for his response.

Anakin sits back in his seat a little after you tell him.

After a moment he speaks in a soft tone, a bit surprised.

"The receptionist?"

After a second he chuckles.

"I didn't think we had a receptionist. I'll have to talk to HR about that for the next work report."

He continues to chuckle, still looking at you. He seems a little relaxed after hearing that, like it did not bother him in the least.

"We may have to talk to HR about the boss going on a date with his employee." You state smugly. "You really don't recognize me?"

Anakin leans back in his seat, smiling as he responds to your comment. But once your eyes land on him, that twinkle in his eyes returns, and your eye contact becomes almost magnetically drawn to him.

"I recognized you the second I saw your eyes."

A moment of silence.

"You're right though, we will need to talk to HR about that. But for now, this is just between you and me."

He smiles at you.

How could you have ever hated him? You didn't even give him a chance. Now that you've actually talked to him you found out that he doesn't even like his job, he's just carrying on the family business.

The more the night goes on, the more infatuated in him you become.

The night finally comes in. You and Anakin clean up your table and push in your chairs. He walks you out to the street.

Anakin smiles at you as he walks you out to the street.

He extends his arm out and you take it, your fingers brushing against his. His touch is gentle, so soft and soothing, but at the same time the touch is full of passion and desire.

As you walk with him, you look up at him and can't help but smile right back at Anakin.

"I had an amazing time tonight. Thank you for taking me out."

"It was my pleasure." He grinned. "So do you have an answer for my question earlier."

Your cheeks grow red. "Yes Anakin, I'd love to go out with you again."

Anakin's eyes shine with joy and he chuckles, looking at you as he responds.

"You just made my night."

He takes you in his arms and leans in close. Your eyes are both locked on each other. He looks at you intently, and you can see every single line of his facial expression. Anakin speaks in a soft and gentle tone, it's as if you're the only two people in the world.

"Can I have a kiss?"

You stiffen up. You haven't kissed someone in almost a year, let alone your boss. You say exactly what was on your mind.

"But, you're my boss."

Anakin just stares at you for a moment, but his gaze remains intense. Your heart is still fluttering in your chest, and Anakin's gentle look is drawing you in. You want to kiss him. You've never felt this way before.

He speaks with this same soft and gentle voice, still looking at you and maintaining eye contact.

"Yes I am."

He leans forward slightly, still keeping you in his arms.

"But, I don't care."

You let go of all your anxieties and let your body guide you as you lean forward to meet Anakin's lips.

You both lean forward at the same time, and his lips meet yours. It's not a quick peck, but a long and drawn out kiss as Anakin continues to hold you in his arms on the sidewalk. It's so passionate, and your hearts are racing. You don't ever want the kiss to end.

To your dismay, Anakin pulls away. You look him in the eyes.

"Thank you for tonight." You smile. "See you at work?"

And with that you turn and walk home with a blush on your face the whole way there.

#anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut #anakin x you #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker imagine #hayden christensen x reader smut #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Missed Me?

Final part for real this time, no cliffhanger I swear!!

Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader

Warnings: none, fluff and sweetness

Info: obi-wan loves his brother; even if he does occasionally want Anakin to double over from a swift punch to the gut. Satine is a lawyer btw

“Sweetheart.” Anakin speaks low and steady over the phone. “I need you to listen to me.”

“What? What’s wrong Ani?” Your response laced with worry.

“Deadbolt the doors, make sure the garage is padlocked okay?” He said sternly, so you immediately did as you were told, switching the call to speakerphone.

“Anakin what is going on?” You demanded.

“Sweet girl, your mom knows okay? She took the Camaro and left me here with divorce papers.” He said calmly.

“You’re fucking joking.” You gasped. “She stole your car? Well I’ll come get you!” You started to rush to the door when he sternly told you no.

“I called my brother, he’s coming to get me. Satine is doing us a big favor and drafting up some paperwork. The house, my car and your car are under my name anyway. Your mom can’t win any of that in court okay?” He reassured you.

“So then-“

“Baby, I told you I need you to listen alright?” He reminded you. “I’m not pressing charges over the car. She’s headed home to get hers I believe, or at least that’s the way she was headed last time I looked at Life360.”

“Keep the doors dead bolted understand?” His tone was oddly calm, as if your whole world hadn’t just crumbled.

“R-right okay.” You whispered.

“Hey- princess, don’t worry. Everything’s fine okay? We are fine.” His voice now gentler than before. “I promise, this divorce won’t be messy. It’s very clear cut okay?”

“But what about you An-“

“No. Nothing is happening to me.” He said. “Nothing. You’re over 18. Everything is fine, I swear it.”

“Okay.” You sighed. “Satine said so?”

“Yes baby. I already told them-“

“Shhh! Shh, mom just pulled in.” You whispered as if she could hear you from the driveway.

“Don’t you dare hang up.” He said sternly.

“I’m not!” You huffed, going to the window to peek from behind the curtain.

You watched as your mother chucked Anakin’s keys at the front door, flinching when you heard the impact. Your mom walked over to her own vehicle and opened the trunk, lifting a backpack out. The yellow glow of the porch light was just bright enough that you could make out the heap of bags in her trunk. She’d already packed her things.

“Oh shit.” You whispered and backed away from the window as she walked toward the front door.

“What?” Anakin demanded.

“She’s got a bunch of bags in the trunk of her car but she’s coming up the porch steps right now.” You squeaked.

The door handle rattled and you heard keys jangling, the twist of the lock, and the forceful push of the front door. Then came the rapid, loud knocking.

“Hey!” She yelled. “I know you’re home. I want to talk to you!”

“No. Don’t say anything.” Anakin warned. “Obi just pulled in, don’t talk to her. Not even through the door.”

Anakin could be heard shuffling and slamming his brothers car door, instructing him to get him home as quickly as possible.

Your mother kept knocking, even going so far as to rap on the window in hopes that you’d hear her out.

“Please just talk to me. I’m not- listen it’s not your fault!” She yelled. “You were just a teenager!”

“Baby- no.” Anakin sounded pained as he spoke.

“I know Ani.” You whispered back. “I know, okay? I’m not gonna talk to her. Not even if she says stupid shit like that. As much as it angers me, I know I’m better off staying quiet.”

“Good girl.” He sighed. “I’ll be home soon okay? Or actually-“

”Obi can we stop at the hardware store?”

“Which one?”

“I don’t care. Whichever is open!”

“Christ, alright.”

“I’m getting new locks before I come home.” Anakin declared.

“That’s probably a good idea.” You said quietly, alittle suspicious of the sudden silence from outside.

You crept back up to the window and saw your mother standing next to her car, sitting on the lip of the open trunk. Her hand flailing as she spoke animatedly over the phone. You could physically see her huff out loud just before she got up and slammed the trunk shut, angrily ending the phone call.

“Has everyone lost their fucking mind?” She yelled, pulling out her car keys and walking to the drivers side door to get in and speed away from the house.

“She left.” You breathed out.

“Good.” Anakin sounded relieved. “I’ll be home as soon as I can okay?”

”why don’t I just take you there? I’ll go get the new locks.”

“Are you sure? Well- if… okay! Okay fine, here at least let me give you some cash.”

“Can you hang up so I can yell at you now?”

“You already yelled at me!”

“I’m not done yet!”

“Well you’ll have to wait. Your wife is calling me.”

“Princess-“ he started.

“I know, I heard.” You let out a slight laugh.

“I love you, see you soon.”

“I love you.” You said, hanging up and immediately collapsing on the couch.

You had let all your emotions out or at least you thought you did, by the time Anakin arrived. You ran to the door with dry eyes but the moment you unlocked it and saw him you were drowning in salty tears. He scooped you up and kicked the door shut, sliding the deadbolt into the locked position before carrying you to the couch.

“Shh it’s okay.” He whispered, his lips kissing the top of your head while you clutched onto his shirt.

“What are we gonna do?” You sniffled.

“What we always planned on doing.” He said.

“Serious?” You asked, leaning back to see that he was letting a few tears fall too despite his calm speaking voice.

“Of course I’m serious.” He said, his eyebrows furrowed. “I love you. I’ve always been serious about that.”

“But we just-“

“Look at me.” He said sternly, wiping his cheek with his shoulder. “I love you. I have always loved you. I don’t care if we just got back together, that doesn’t matter to me. I’m just as serious about you as I was before, it didn’t just go away in our time apart.”

His hands came up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tears. He took a grounding breath and kissed your forehead, the outer corner of each eye, and the tip of your nose.

“I would have left at anytime, you know that? Anytime. I just wanted you to be ready.” He said, a hint of something mournful in his eyes. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Six years later

A new state, a new town, a new house.

A new life.

The moment the divorce was finalized you sold your old home. Using that money to get the hell out of dodge and move to somewhere warm.

Arizona was warm, always warm. You’d never even visited before you chose to live there, neither had Anakin. You wanted somewhere completely fresh, a clean slate for you to write your own story on and gods did you have a good story.

You found a beautiful two bedroom home, absolutely perfect in every way. It was close enough to town but far enough away that you weren’t surrounded by traffic or neighbors. A nice front yard, an ever nicer fenced in back yard. The big floor to ceiling glass windows in the dining room really sold it for you, the natural lighting and the fucking view was outrageous.

There was even a fire pit in the backyard which you decided to christen on your first night there via much too many s’mores. Now it was in regular use, sometimes by just you and Anakin, he did love an evening under the stars. The sky was so clear, unlike any place you’d ever been before, it was almost surreal.

Though as of late it’s been seeing an influx of visitors.

Anakin had his very own garage now, a *six* bay garage at that. He was the local go-to for multiple reasons, the prices, the high quality work, and people love a family owned store. With him as the lead man and you at the front desk, the pair of you were practically unstoppable.

This also meant that Anakin was in control of his work life in a new way. He was able to separate home and work unlike before where it wasn’t ever guaranteed that you’d be left unbothered. No more waking up at the asscrack of dawn to the obnoxious noises of old, no more at-home phone calls, no more blocked driveway, no more late nights.

It meant that he was able to be present for important moments without the worry of distraction. It meant he could cry along with you today.

You both were able to reel it in and contain the tears until the last second. The twins were so unbelievably excited for their first day of school, you both agreed that sobbing the entire way to their classroom would definitely put a damper on their day. So you smiled and skipped down the hall as requested by Leia and Anakin performed Luke’s very long, very intricate, never the same secret handshake at the door.

You gave hugs and kisses and a final goodbye wave, then booked it back out to the car. You almost made it to the foyer before your sniffles turned into cries, when you looked at Anakin for comfort you saw he was already holding his breath in that ridiculously uncomfortable way that he did to stop himself from sobbing.

Thankfully you made it to your vehicle before he passed out from lack of oxygen. It would be a real shame for him to miss this afternoon’s celebratory cookout you were hosting due to a blacktop issued concussion. The other fathers from your first time parents group would be highly disappointed if you ended up in charge of the grill.

“I can’t believe we have 12 more years of this.” Anakin sniffled.

“Seriously? Did you seriously just say that to me right now?” You cried.

“Yeah I did. I just wanted to prepare you for our suffering for the next decade.” He gave you a crooked, tearful grin.

“You’re lucky that I love you.” You hiccuped out a laugh.

“Yes I am.”

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[jarenka]

Remember this plot bunny? I was thinking about it again and I was like: Nah, Anakin wouldn't be able win against Palpatine to get him arrested. But he can kill Palpatine! So I wrote a fic where Anakin time-travels in the middle of Clone Wars, immediately kills the Chancellor and now Jedi Order need to do something about it because they can't just say: "Sorry, but Anakin Skywalker just returned here from the dark future and killed Palpatine because he was an evil genocidal wizard who planned to take over the Republic. Thank you for your attention."

“How did you find out that Chancellor Palpatine was directly connected with the separatists?”

“He told me himself”.

“Why would he tell you this? Don't you think this is a bit strange behavior for a person who allegedly has been cooperating with the separatists in deep secrecy for many years?”

“We are…” Anakin sighed. It was a touchy question. "Chancellor Palpatine and I were close friends. He proposed... to join him. He miscalculated”.

It isn’t entirelly true. Palpatine hasn’t yet invited Anakin to join him. He bent over his "dear friend", who fainted in his apartment when they had lunch together.

“Anakin, what's going on?.. I need to call a doctor,” Palpatine’s voice came to him distorted. Anakin was dead. He didn't know where he was or why he was hearing a real voice. He didn't know why he felt someone else's hand on top of his own. His lightsaber landed in his palm, and Anakin directed it to the place where the voice was coming from without hesitation. There was a smell of burnt wool and burnt flesh. Something heavy fell on him. When Anakin finally regained full consciousness, Chancellor Palpatine was lying there, completely dead, with a hole from a lightsaber in his chest.

“Why did Chancellor Palpatine invite you to join him?”

Anakin shrugged.

“I don't know.”

“Can you make a guess?”

“Perhaps he was dissatisfied with Dooku.”

Catch Dooku and ask, Anakin wanted to say, but for the past month Obi-Wan and lawyer Laila Hetty have been training him to answer questions correctly.

“So, you don't know for sure?”

“That's exactly what I have said.”

A military expert, a witness for the defense, will confirm that Dooku has failed several important operations in recent months. Perhaps Palpatine had a hand in his failures, but no one will ever know about it.

“What exactly did Chancellor Palpatine offer you?”

They set foot on very dangerous ground. Anakin needed to lie convincingly.

Anakin heard Obi-Wan's tired voice in his head, “You've been a Sith for over twenty years. You should be good at lying!"

He uttered the phrase he had memorized with Obi-Wan: “He offered me a place as commander-in-chief of the Republican army if I help him to prolong the war as much as he needs.”

“How can you, as a Jedi, hold such a post?"

Anakin sighed.

“Chancellor Palpatine wanted to get rid of the Jedi.”

There were whispers in the hall. Anakin tried to ignore them.

“Why?”

“You'd better talk to the members of the Council about this.”

“Did Chancellor Palpatine just casually tell you that he wanted to destroy the Order?”

Anakin closed his eyes and opened them again. He had to remind himself that everyone around him could see his face.

“I myself confessed to him that the Council suspected him of having ties with the separatists and was going to... take action.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Adi Gallia will speak on behalf of the Council. They will both say that some members of the council have long suspected that a very high-ranking official works with separatists, and some of them have already begun to suspect Palpatine. Obi-Wan won't be able to remember exactly if he and Anakin talked about it, but it's quite likely — after all, they were very close and discussed a lot of different things among themselves. Another witness for the defense will be an inhibitor chip specialist who will demonstrate that among the orders of the clone army there is an order to destroy the Jedi. He will indicate that this order was sewn in initially, during clone army creation. It’s not that important to Anakin’s case, both officials and independent investigators are now looking into clones’ creation.

“So, Master Skywalker, let's talk about why Chancellor Palpatine decided that you would agree to his proposal.”

I have no idea, Anakin wanted to reply.

“Remember,” he heard Obi-Wan say, “you need to present a convincing story to the jury. You killed Palpatine, it's quite obvious, but you can be acquitted.”

Anakin looked at the jury once again. They were ordinary inhabitants of Coruscant of different ages and races. Who do they see in front of them? The former posterboy of the Republic, pale and disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes. In the morning before the hearing Ahsoka tried to help him clean up, but she had no idea what to do with human hair. Maybe it's even better this way. The jury will think he's suffering terribly after he murdered Palpatine.

“Chancellor Palpatine,” Anakin began, “had already talked about me leaving the Order. He... he knew about my disagreements with the Council and was ready to help me settle on my own on Coruscant.”

“Were your disagreements with the Council that serious?”

“Perhaps I... exaggerated a little in my conversations with the Chancellor, and he thought that my conflict with the Council was much more serious than it really was.”

Anakin in fact remembered that the Council couldn't stand him, and everyone there didn't like him, except Obi-Wan. He thought they would hate him even more when they found out about everything he had done. Anakin was no longer one of them, he had been a Sith longer than he had been a Jedi, right before his death he turned away from the Dark Side but committed numerous crimes before it. And yet the Order came to his defense. It would be much more convenient for them to leave Anakin at the mercy of Republican justice. He would have received a life sentence for the murder of the chancellor and spent the rest of his life in prison. Anakin was ready for such a fate. It was still better than becoming a Sith, and better than losing Padme. She will stay alive, and maybe even visit him in prison.

Instead, the Council insisted on keeping Anakin in the Temple instead of handing him over to the Coruscant detention center. Master Windu came to him and said: “Anakin, you will be judged by a jury, but I'm afraid they won’t like a time-travel story.”

“I know,” Anakin replied. “You didn't have to come here to tell me about it.”

It seemed to him then that Master Windu wanted to gloat. This was a stupid thing to think.

“During the investigation, they will most likely find some evidence that the chancellor passed information to the separatists. And if you prepare well for the trial, you may be acquitted. We will help you.”

“Why would you help me? I'm not a Jedi anymore.”

“That's not true. You're still a Jedi knight, you have a Padawan, and you killed a Sith who planned to seize power in the Republic and destroy the Order. It's the least we can do for you."

Anakin chuckled.

“The least”? And then what counts as “the most"?”

“We won’t talk about it, it’s illegal”.

Mace Windu smiled with the corner of his mouth.

“I know a very good lawyer,” he said. “She and Master Kenobi will help you prepare for the interrogations.”

After that Mace Windu came to him more than once, asked about the Sith, brought datachips with holodramas and recordings of theatrical plays. Obi-Wan brought him records of pod races and his favorite books. Anakin's cell was spacious enough to train, and he had long been used to doing it alone. It turned out that even the prison in the Temple was a much cozier place than his castle on Mustafar or his personal quarters abroad of the “Executor”.”

Adi Gallia came to ask him about Palpatine's ties with different shady groups. Anakin knew about them, although Palpatine didn’t reveal everything even to Darth Vader, his apprentice and right hand man.

“Are you going to conduct your own investigation?” he asked.

“I'm afraid the Order can't afford to investigate. But we can tell someone where exactly they need to dig.”

Anakin was sure that she was talking about official investigators with unnecessary secrecy, and had no good feelings about it. Most likely they, too, were corrupted by Palpatine and would not investigate his machinations too actively, if they didn’t want to accidentally investigate themselves.

A month and a half later, Obi-Wan brought him a datachip and with a large joint investigation of The Evening News and The Point that Chancellor Palpatine was transferring money to several criminal organizations through shady firms under the jurisdiction of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Journalists were able to trace some money to bounty hunters who carried out the chancellor's orders.

“Six months ago,” Obi-Wan said, “someone killed two The Point journalists who were investigating the creation of a clone army.”

“Has anyone reacted to this article?”

“Oh, it caused a full scale outrage. Our media was scaring us with separatists and bounty hunters for years and now it turns out that the Chancellor of the Republic is tied to both of them.”

“It won't hurt the Chancellor in any way. He's dead.”

“But it means that the Chancellor has committed treason, and you... hmm, maybe you didn't act very wisely, because the Chancellor should be convicted by the court, but at the end of the day your actions were justifiable.”

“He's a Sith, he couldn't have been arrested. He would have had time to give the order to destroy the Jedi. And besides, he could bribe investigators and judges.”

“We know that. But for an ordinary citizen of the Republic, you broke the law and killed the Chancellor instead of initiating an investigation. You need to show that you had no other choice, and you acted in the interests of the Republic.”

“So, the last question. Let's go back to why you killed Chancellor Palpatine instead of reporting him to the authorities?”

This last question was perhaps the most difficult. He couldn't answer it directly. Anakin had many reasons to kill Palpatine, but nobody would believe a time-travel story. Jedi agreed not to touch on this topic at the trial.

It's good that Obi-Wan came up with a plausible explanation for me, he thought. During the time they were preparing for the trial, Anakin even managed to convince himself that Obi-Wan has a point.

“At first I planned to do so. The Chancellor committed high treason, he should have been arrested,” he replied. “But I've known Chancellor Palpatine for a long time. He is… he was a very careful person, and he always had a backup plan. As you said, he wouldn’t just confess his crimes to me, a Jedi General," Anakin thought that here he might be suspected of insincerity. He was speaking in Obi-Wan's words, not his own. — “And then I realized that the Chancellor would not let me live if I refused to join him. Probably he planned to poison me, but I didn't think about it back then. I just realized that I would not have the opportunity to inform someone about his crimes. General Skywalker would accidentally die of natural causes, and Chancellor Palpatine would continue to act on his plans.”

To his surprise, one of the policemen later confirmed that they found a container full of lycaea extract in the Chancellor's apartment. It was a rare poison from Outer Rim that couldn’t be detected with standard tests, and the consequences of poisoning looked like a heart attack. “How did you guess he would have the poison?” Anakin asked Obi-Wan later. “If I were him, I would keep something like this in case of an emergency. Being a Sith he could kill a person with his lightsaber or strangle them with the Force, but such a death wouldn’t look natural. "Natural" deaths occur mainly from poison.”

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[padawansuggest]

Rex is gonna do a post-war seminar on how to take care of a baby for all the idiots who got kids now. Cody’s conducting a seminar in the next room about how to get away with arson. Yes the room was set on fire seventeen times during this no he ain’t know shit about it stop asking or he’ll call his lawyer. Rex has six kids in his care at all times and three of them are Skywalkers and one of them is Ahsoka and two of them are Fives and Echo he knows how to parent he does it very well. Cody also steals people’s identities and makes catfishing accounts for them. Not for the money he’s just having fun since the fifth one paid off his house and helped him plan the most ostentatious wedding ever for Kenobi.

Crimelord Cody is just a silly goofy guy. Parent Rex is just regular Rex with less stress because he has the right to put Anakin in time out now.

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[marvelstars]

Padme & Anakin anger &flaws

I may be in the minority but I do think Padme is principled and brave a lot, she has been that way since she was a kid, she was bassically trained to be that way so she could become a strong/good leader for Naboo and guess what Anakin is/was very principled and brave as well, the fact both of them share this about the other is one of the biggest reasons why they became involved and fell in love but Padme also is flawed, I don´t believe she was without flaws and one those flaws involve being almost as angry as Anakin.

We already saw Anakin´s reaction over Shmi´s death, Padme is almost as angry over Corde´s murder in AOTC, in the novel of Attack of the Clones Padmé has a moment in which she wishes she could murder the trade federation leaders and Count Dooku over Corde´s death and she wonders if that was how Anakin felt with the tusken raiders after they tortured and killed his mother, the main difference between them is that Padme would have to use considerable effort to do that which would lead to her thinking things over better, while Anakin could kill a lot of people just using his mind in the rush of the moment, he didn´t even needs his lightsaber to do that, so his control over himself has to be more constant.

Both Padme and Anakin share a perspective of justice being something that not neccesarily can be always tackled by a system, in fact Padme´s words after leaving the Senate to go rescue her planet was that there wasn´t probably any hope for the republican system, a concept like justice isn´t easily tackled by a system, especially one as flawed as the republic, Padme simply thoguht the republic could be fixed when she grew up and Anakin shared this sentiment as well but he wasn´t as hopeful as her.

So both have this rightheous anger in them and in Padme´s case that included her helping Anakin hide what happened to the tusken raiders, maybe she thought him being expelled from the Jedi Order and going to jail wasn´t the best way to deal with that, I personally think maybe that could have protected him from Palpatine but he surely would have found a way to become Anakin´s guardian and lawyer if that happened but my guess is that Padme simply had compassion for Anakin´s circunstances, because the origin of Anakin´s reaction was precisely being taken away from his mother, leaving her a slave which lead to her death and Padme knew as well as Anakin did that the dead of Shmi Skywalker would not garner justice from Jabba, the Republic or any other system or government body in the galaxy, literally nobody cared she died, only Anakin and the Lars family did which made Padme sympathetic to Anakin.

Padme also is very principled but imo she seems used to have a pov particular to her station which also leads to ignore some things people who had not been in her place experiment daily, she shares this flaw with Bail Organa as well. Slavery for Padme seemed a very horrible and sad reality but it wasn´t one of her priorities to end it, her priority was to help turn the republic into a more equal and fuctional body that could better deal with those situations and many others around the galaxy and she actually came close to discovering many of Palpatine´s schemes for this reason, which was why he and Dooku wanted her dead and she never semed to quite make the connection between slavery and the clones but then again nobody else did except for maybe Anakin and ironically Palpatine and Count Dooku.

Both Padme and Anakin were children forced into adult situations and both were told or were forced to, since a young age, to reppress their emotions, Padme as Amidala, Anakin as a slave who had to control his emotions so he would not bring trouble to his mother or himself and later as a Jedi. Imo this made both of them develop a kind of double life, Anakin in particular hated the Amidala persona, because Padme seemed so emotionless when she was that way but curiously enugh as Vader, one of his main go to presentation cards is to act almost as emotionless as Queen Amidala.

What I don´t view and never will see as part of Padme´s flaws is her love for Anakin or her wish to save him from himself in ROTS.

Those are not flaws, those are part of her strenght as a character imo because while she certainly wasn´t of the oppinion that eveything would be alright after what Anakin did, in fact Lucas commented she would not have stayed his wife had she lived, she definitely could see he wasn´t in his right mind on Mustafar, so their marriage may have been over if Anakin followed her but she still cared enough for him to try to help him get back to his own senses, because she knew if she gave Anakin that opportunity, his own horror over what he did would be as strong as anything she could tell him and he would have directly taken matters into his own hands even if they meant his death and this opportunity is precisely what Luke presented to Vader in ROTJ, which lead to the biggest victory over the darkside in the series, so no Padme´s love and compassion for Anakin will never be flaws from my pov, just like Anakin only could find himself again because he was able to feel compassion again as Vader. Both are connected that way.

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[tennessoui]

anyone remember the divorce lawyer au?

(first ficlet posted here, along with the explanation post) (1.5k)

“Of all the gin joints in the world, you walk into mine,” the very familiar and incredibly grating voice of Anakin Skywalker greets Obi-Wan mere moments after he settles into a seat at the end of the bar. 

“No,” Obi-Wan says automatically, though he isn’t quite sure what he’s protesting. It’s an instinctive sort of no. A plaintitive no. A for the love of all things holy, I cannot be expected to deal with this now as well sort of no. 

Even though, technically, Mr. Skywalker is right. Of all the damn gin joints in the world, he happened to walk into one already hosting Anakin.

“Well,” Anakin sounds considering now. He doesn’t particularly sound as if he’s planning on leaving. “I guess of all the dive bars in Vegas, you happened to walk into mine. But I’m pretty sure they sell gin here! Though I guess I don’t know how much gin needs to be sold at a bar before it’s classified as a gin joint.” Now his voice sounds even more considering. Closer too.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks as she slides down closer to him. It’s not very loud in here, still relatively early and so not overly crowded, but she leans forward across the bartop as if having trouble hearing him.

Anakin sits down in the seat next to Obi-Wan rather aggressively, brushing their shoulders and thighs together. “You can put his drinks on my tab, thanks,” he announces. “We’re together.”

“We’re not together,” Obi-Wan tells her. “But yes, you can put my drinks under his tab. Much obliged. An old fashioned, thank you. A double. No cherry.”

“You got it,” the woman says, turning away to make his drink. 

Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a second to pray for patience before he turns to look at Anakin Skywalker.

He is just as beautiful as he was two weeks ago when he’d last stopped into Obi-Wan’s office, tearful, hungover bride in tow for a quick divorce before her plane ride back to Australia.

It isn’t fair.

“We could be together,” Anakin says. His eyes are dark, his head canted forward, his thigh still brushing Obi-Wan’s. “Just for the night.” “You know, I’ve always thought you were a lot less sober when you proposed to strangers,” Obi-Wan tells him drolly, accepting his drink from the bartender with a wave of his hand. “I’ve been picturing you absolutely sloshed stumbling down the aisle.”

“You’re not a stranger, Mr. Kenobi,” Anakin replies. “You’re my go-to divorce attorney.”

“Normal people do not have those,” Obi-Wan says, taking a sip of his drink. It’s strong at least, thank God.

“People get divorced all the time,” Anakin argues, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the bartop to look over at Obi-Wan. “You were the one that told me that divorce can be just as healthy as marriage.”

“Don’t remind me,” he mutters, taking another bigger sip. He really, really does not want to talk about marriage with Anakin Skywalker of all people. 

Yet somehow the words slip out of his mouth and off his tongue despite how much he does not want to talk about marriage with Anakin Skywalker. “How do you do it then?”

“Do what?” Guileless, innocent. Hell, he probably just has to blink wide blue eyes at his fuck of the night and they’d follow him down the aisle as quick as they can stumble.

“How do you—” he waves his hand and takes another sip of his drink. “Convince people to marry you. You’ve got a politician, a bride to be, who knows how many bridesmaids, a foreign dignitary, a man old enough to be your father, a veteran all under your belt. How are you dragging them all down the aisle? You can’t be—”

He cuts himself off. That good in bed, he’d been about to say. 

Anakin grins with his eyebrows raised like he knows it. “It depends,” he says. One finger traces over the countertop. The other hand falls to rest on Obi-Wan’s knee. “Sometimes we’re already in bed,” he murmurs, slow-like. “Sometimes we’re on our way there, in some dark corner booth and I’ve got my hands wrapped around her waist and she’s begging me to whisper dirty things into her ear, tell her what I’m gonna do to her. It’s sort of like marriage vows, you know? Dirty promises sound the same.”

He is far too handsome for his own good, Obi-Wan decides. If he were a little less attractive, he’d probably have a much harder time coaxing strangers down the aisle.

“I wouldn’t know,” Obi-Wan says stiffly, stopping Anakin’s hand from moving further up his leg. “I’ve never been married.”

The words are bitter; the wound is still bleeding. He downs his drink in one go and waves for another from the bartender. 

“You have a girlfriend though, don’t you?” Anakin’s nose wrinkles. “You’ll marry her probably. You’re the marrying type.”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes. “She’s not,” he says shortly. And then, to rip the bandage of the wound completely. “And she’s not my girlfriend anymore either.”

Anakin’s eyes go wide. “What?” “I asked. For her to marry me. And she said no.”

“She said no?” 

“While your disbelief is rather flattering, I’d like not to talk about it, thank you.”

“Why would she say no? To marrying you? Is she alright? Well, obviously not, but—I mean. I don’t understand. Or believe it.”

Obi-Wan’s lips thin, and he reaches into his pocket. “I assure you, if she’d said yes, she’d be wearing this right now and I would not be here.” 

He puts the ring box on the bar in between them and accepts a new drink from the bartender. Anakin looks down at the ring box silently.

“Well?” Obi-Wan asks. He doesn’t know what he wants Anakin to say. He’s sitting in the tatters of his longest relationship, ended because she did not want to marry him in the end and he could not live with that. And he is talking with a man who gets married and divorced more than  perhaps anyone else in the entire world. 

What could he possibly want to hear from Anakin Skywalker?

“‘M going to get you wasted,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan figures that’s good enough.

—----------

“Marriage is important to me,” Obi-Wan slurs out countless hours later. They have migrated from the bar to a low-level booth, and Anakin has his arm curled around the top of it with his fingers playing with the ends of Obi-Wan’s hair. “I couldn’t com…pro…mise.” He sounds the word out carefully and deliberately. 

“You shouldn’t have to for something that’s important to you,” Anakin decides, and Obi-Wan nods. That’s what he thinks too. That’s why they’d broken up. That’s why Obi-Wan still has the ring.

“All sales final,” he quotes and rubs his hand over his beard. “What am I gonna do with it now?” 

“Give it to someone else,” Anakin suggests once Obi-Wan picks up the ring box again to look at it. “Someone who wants it.”

“Nobody wants it,” Obi-Wan says. That’s the problem.

The other problem is that his drink is gone. This is a very big problem and easy to solve because Anakin’s drink is right next to his empty glass, and Anakin will let him have his drink, Obi-Wan is sure of it. Anakin has been very lovely tonight.

“That’s my drink,” Anakin says. “Get your hands off it.”

“I’ll trade you for it,” Obi-Wan mumbles, gesturing to the ring box. Anakin stills completely.

“You…will?”

“Yes,” he decides. And then a thought occurs to him, terrible and mean and brutal. “Unless you don’t want to marry me either. But you want to marry everyone.” He scowls, though he thinks it may look more like a pout. “Don’t you want to marry me?”

Anakin’s hand carefully resumes its light stroking of Obi-Wan’s hair. “Yeah,” he says. His voice is rough. Obi-Wan likes the way it sounds. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good then,” Obi-Wan says and takes Anakin’s drink. After all, what’s Anakin’s is now his if they’re engaged to be married. “I’m sure you know where the closest chapel is. Though I’m quite disappointed so far.”

“Why?” Anakin’s face is awfully close to his. When did he move? “Aren’t I providing for you like a good husband should, baby? You’ve got my drink and everything.”

“I was told you’d put your hands on my waist and whisper dirty things into my ear,” Obi-Wan says. “And so far you’ve just been playing with my hair.” “I like your hair,” Anakin says. “And I don’t want to tell you what I’m thinking of doing to you. I think I just wanna show you.”

Obi-Wan blinks. His face is hot. Anakin is flushed all over too, eyes focused somehow despite the amount of drinks he’s had. His breath smells sweet, like the cocktail he’s been drinking for the last hour. Now Obi-Wan’s breath probably smells the same. “Well, I suppose tomorrow morning I won’t have to ask you if your latest marriage has been consummated.”

Anakin smirks. “No, you won’t,” he agrees. It’s a promise. 

#obikin #divorce lawyer au #basically they get married and fuck and then in thte morning anakin is like #um actually m gonna keep the ring #and i don't want to sign the papers #i wanna keep you as my husband #forever

[haydenshill]

This is young professor Anakin. Before he met his controversially young future wife on both their first day of university. He isn’t her professor, but she is a freshmen.

He knows better, and wants nothing to do with her. Too bad for him, she is following her parents footsteps, and is going to be a lawyer. Considering her parents own the most successful law firm in the state, she learned at a young age that there’s always a loop hole, and nothing is ever set in stone.

Including professor Skywalkers’ unreasonable attitude towards their future children…

If any writers want to write this story, go for it! I just throw ideas out to inspire you lovely people!!! I know I have seen several professor anakin stories before, so I assume this isn’t anyone’s character, but if I’m wrong, let me know and I’ll tag them.

#hayden christensen #hayden christiansen #anakin skywalker #hayden #star wars #hayden is so pretty #professor anakin

[ineffable-snowman]

WIP Wednesday:

modern AU divorced Obikin (getting back together eventually. but not yet.) This is the beginning of the fic I'm currently working on.

They did not have a messy divorce. They had a messy breakup but the actual divorce – the legal act – was a surprisingly civil affair. After everything which had happened it was weirdly anticlimactic. Maybe because Obi-Wan looked so tired with the dark circles under his eyes, and his neatly pressed suit seemed too loose on his body, like he had not eaten enough for weeks. Maybe because Obi-Wan agreed to all of Anakin’s demands, and that in turn made Anakin stop putting forward more and more outlandish requests, because he was not in it for the money. He did not need any spousal support from Obi-Wan, thank you very much, he was an adult and could get by on his own. So they went with everything the lawyer suggested, no more fights, even though Anakin was itching to pick a fight every time they met with the lawyer, anything to get some emotion out of Obi-Wan. To think that Obi-Wan had given up on them, on Anakin, still hurt but was not much of a surprise. But that Anakin was not even worth Obi-Wan’s anger anymore was worse.

There had been too many meetings like this (partly due to the fact that they had not thought they needed a prenuptial agreement, which made everything more complicated now): they had to listen to legal instructions, sign countless documents, exchange a few stilted words – never more than necessary: Obi-Wan in a low voice and without looking at Anakin whereas Anakin was boiling inside with rage.

And now, the final act. They had been waiting in the bare corridor for ten endlessly long minutes. Anakin was playing a stupid game on his phone to somehow pass the time and to give his restless hands something to do. It was not on mute: a final fuck you to Obi-Wan, along with the crumpled t-shirt and torn jeans he had carefully chosen to wear today. Two could play this game. Anakin would show him that he did not care either: that this day did not warrant a suit.

“Thank you for not pressing charges.”

Anakin jumped. Obi-Wan’s voice was quiet but he could as well have shouted. For a moment, Anakin completely forgot about his game. His heart was beating in his throat.

“I didn’t do it for you. I just told them the truth.”

Obi-Wan nodded, still without meeting Anakin’s eyes. “Still… It would have been easy.”

How could he! “Thank you for implying I’m such an asshole,” Anakin snapped. Obi-Wan shrugged and turned away – and said nothing else. Anakin wanted to grab him, shake him, shout at him, anything to get a reaction out of him. He was breathing heavily, trying to control himself.

“Mr. Kenobi, Mr. Skywalker.” The lawyer opened her door. “Please come in.”

From then on, every moment seemed to happen in slow-motion, every detail burning itself into Anakin’s mind. The lawyer explained the proceedings again, asked them once more if they still wanted to finalise the divorce (they both answered ‘yes’ in a cruel mockery of their wedding vows) and then it was time to sign the last document. Obi-Wan was first. He grabbed the pen and, without any hesitation, signed his name on the last page. Anakin almost gasped. Obi-Wan was still wearing his wedding ring. What the fuck? Why would he wear his wedding ring while signing the divorce papers? Anakin had not worn his for months, had viciously shoved it into the very back of his drawer to never see it again. Secretly he had always waited for Obi-Wan to show up, for one more fight, so Anakin could throw the ring at his feet in a dramatic gesture.

Now, Anakin reached for the pen (which Obi-Wan did not even hand to him, just placed it on the table between them) and, with a shaking hand, scribbled his name next to Obi-Wan’s. One last time: the names ‘Kenobi’ and ‘Skywalker’ next to each other.

“Alright then,” the lawyer said. “It’s done.”

Obi-Wan pulled the ring from his finger to give it to her. She chuckled.

“Oh, no, I don’t take the rings. I mean, it would be a nice extra income if all my clients gave me their wedding rings but I’m afraid I’m not allowed to accept them.”

“Then what do I do with it?” Obi-Wan asked, the frown between his brows deepening. Anakin had once thought it charming. Now he had seen it too often as a sign of frustration or criticism.

“That is entirely up to you,” the lawyer said. “The ring still belongs to you. In the end, it is nothing but a symbol, not legally binding.”

“I see.” Obi-Wan stared at the ring, clearly at a loss as to what to do with it. Then, slowly, he put it into the pocket of his suit.

Anakin could not endure it anymore. He stood up abruptly and left the room, hurried through the corridor and outside, where he could finally breathe again in the crisp autumn air. What came out of his mouth was a stifled sob. He pressed a hand against his mouth and staggered towards a bench where he sank down.

Then the tears started to flow. Bitter, hopeless tears. He could do nothing to stop them. They – he had thought Obi-Wan was the love of his life, they had promised each other forever, and now he was alone again, and it was worse than before because now he had lost: he had lost Obi-Wan, his belief in love and all hope.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a single person leaving the building: Obi-Wan. Anakin did not try anymore to put up a façade: no anger, no pretend casualness. Let Obi-Wan see him like this. He had nothing left to loose.

For a short moment, their eyes met. Obi-Wan stopped, and for one crazy moment Anakin thought Obi-Wan would come to him, sweep him up in his arms, they would cry and apologise and kiss love declarations into tearstained skin and would try again because in the end love always won, didn’t it?

But Obi-Wan did not cry. His face was set in stone. The moment passed. He averted his gaze, turned his back on Anakin and walked away.

#wip wednesday #obikin #modern au

[starwarsbean]

Love Against The Odds

Pairing: Tech x F! Reader.

Warnings: Fake Dating! Alternative Universe! Pretend Dating! Smut & Fluff! Sexual Tension! NSFW. 🫶

A/N: Hi everyone!!!! This is my first fanfiction! I decided I wanted to read more alternate universe of the bad batch. So, I took it into my own hands. This is a tech/reader series fanfic. If I make any mistakes please let me know. I hope you all enjoy reading. 18+! <3

Summary: Tech is a successful CEO of a technology company. His commitment to his work has given him success in his career. However, he is not interested in trying love. Tech neglecting the important parts of life. His brothers urge him to give it a shot, as they believe finding a romantic partner will make him happy. Tech comes up with a brilliant idea to fake date to trick his brothers.

Chapter 1

You were at your day job taking care of files you needed. You were a busy lawyer, handling multiple cases a day and juggling deadlines and meetings. You know how hardworking and organized, always striving to provide the best legal advice and representation for your clients. However, you were also valued having a good work-life balance, making time to make dinner every night and catch up on your favorite shows. Although you are focused on work, you also have a soft for romance. Reading different love novels and engaging in romance films. Your compassionate side, always making an effort to understand other people's perspectives and try to help them the best you could. You thought it’s been a while since you’ve been on a date. Remembering the last time you were out with your ex boyfriend Anakin Skywalker. He sure was a great boyfriend in the beginning. It just became to difficult when you both didn’t want to try. Both of you mutually breaking things off. The next time you go on a date it will definitely be a good time.

You decided to clear your mind back to work. You were working on a case, researching relevant laws and legal precedents, drafting briefs and petitions, and meeting with your client to discuss. You were making sure that deadlines were being met and that the case was progressing smoothly. Despite the intensity of your work, you felt fulfilled and satisfied with your role as a lawyer, enjoying the challenge of providing legal representation and helping people navigate tough situations. Realizing the time you see you have two messages from your two friends. Hera and Kanan texting you to meet them for dinner at a restaurant.

You were feeling tired but agreed to go anyway, wanting to make time for your friends and spend time socializing together. You text back saying you’ll meet them there. Before you leave the office you make sure your outfit looks decent. Your black office dress making your hips look amazing. Your breast cevlage revealing a bit. You take off your black flats and put on your black heels instead. You notice the time and hurry along. Thinking of how lucky Hera and Kanan are. They both have each other and are extremely in love. You watched them both fall in love in college. Reaching for the same textbook and their hands touching. Both of them locking eye contact with each other. It was like a scene from a romance movie. You hope one day you’re able to find a love like them.

You arrive at the restaurant. You squeal once you see them both. Hera pulling you into a hug and Kanan standing with his arms crossed. Pulling away from the hug, Kanan gives you a slight hug. Hera shakes her head at Kanan as you laugh.

“Guess somebody missed us?” Kanan said with a sly smile.

“Oh shut up! you know I always miss you both.” You say playfully rolling your eyes.

“Come on you two let’s eat. I’m starving.” Hera says walking into the restaurant.

You order your usual meal, enjoying the company of your friends. The conversation was catching up with work and spilling about the latest tv shows.

“So, Y/N has anyone caught your attention here at the restaurant?” Hera says with a smirk.

You look around the restaurant. The restaurant was filled with people your age but no one stood out to you. It was a crowd of people who just wanted a quick hook up. You turn your attention back to Hera and Kanan.

“Nope not a single person here. Nobody here is necessarily my type.” You say popping a piece of broccoli in your mouth.

“Oh Y/N you should go on a date soon! It’s been a while since you gone out. Have some fun.” Hera says looking at you.

Kanan looks at you both and laughs. Putting a piece of steak in his mouth.

“I do want to go out, but nobody here has caught my attention. If someone interesting comes to mind I’ll make a move.” You say with a smirk.

“There you go! Maybe next time you’ll get luckyyy.” Hera says laughing a bit.

“Mhmm maybe… I hope so.” You take a sip of your water while laughing a bit.

Kanan groans and shakes his head. Hera phone lights up and she rolls her eyes. Her smile drops as she texts back. Kanan looks at who Hera is messasging. He sighs and rolls his eyes. You notice the sense of annoyance.

“What happened? Is everything okay?” You ask worriedly.

“It’s just Heras boss. He’s always making her do last minute changes. Or if something isn’t perfect he makes her redo it. A pain in the ass I have to say.” Kanan says with annoyance in his voice.

“Yeah he’s a real pain the ass. He’s making my work harder, but I really want the promotion. He has high standards and high expectations of our work.” Hera says while typing a long email.

“That sounds pretty tough Hera. You can most definitely do it. Just try to keep a positive mindset on this.” You say taking a sip of your drink.

Kanan smiles at your kind response to his girlfriend and nods his head. He finishes his food and looks back at Hera who is still typing.

“Thank you Y/N. I appreciate you so much. In the email he’s asking so many questions about the dinner event I’m hosting at my place. He wants everything to be perfect.” Hera says.

“Is there a reason why” Kanan ask while raising an eyebrow.

“He just wants everything up to date. Which I understand but I have everything under control. He seriously needs to learn to trust his employees more.”

You remember how you had a boss like that. It was pretty difficult to do any work or have any sense of how to react to their control. Understandably a technology company must be hard to manage.

“Y/N are you free tomorrow night?” Hera puts her phone down and looks at you.

“Yeah, I am. Why?” You ask.

“Can you please come to my dinner event I’m hosting. I need your company and your support. I don’t know how I’ll manage being in the same room with so many people.” Hera says with pleading eyes.

“Hera, you can most definitely handle it. You’ll have me there.” Kanan says while grabbing her hand.

“I know but I really want Y/N to come. It’ll be fun. Please Y/N.” Hera says looking at you.

“Of course I’ll be there Hera.” You say.

Hera smiles at you agreeing to come to her dinner. Kanan smiles seeing Hera happy. You finish your dinner. Hera and Kanan paying the bill. You insist on paying the bill, but they beat you to it this time. You playfully roll your eyes.

“Have to be faster than that Y/N.” Kanan says with a sly smile

You laugh and shake your head. Hera grabs Kanan hand as you both walk outside the restaurant. Hera hugs you and thanks you for showing up for her tomorrow.

“I’ll be there Hera. I’ll make sure we’ll have some fun tomorrow.”

Hera tells you she will send you the details what time the dinner starts. You nod and wave bye to both of them. As you get home you pet one of your cats. Her name was Autumn. A pretty calico cat who most definitely spoiled. She purrs at your feet as you continue petting her. Making sure she has enough food and water. You eventually head to the shower and finish your routine. You lay in bed and get comfortable. Autumn comes in the room and sleeps at your feet. You smile falling asleep.

Thinking of how the dinner event was going to be like tomorrow.

#tech bad batch #the bad batch #tech x reader #tech x you #hunter bad batch #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #star wars #tbb wrecker #wrecker bad batch #clone trooper echo #tbb echo #smut #tbb fanfiction #fake dating #star wars fanfiction #tbb fanart #bad batch #bad batch fanfic #alternate universe #tbb hunter #star wars alternate universe #tech

[mywitchcultblr]

NSFW and the importance of AO3

My biggest concern if Twitter really die is nsfw artist and sex workers. Us NSFW artist has been betrayed time and time again by many platform who used to welcome us then spit us out once the platform is big enough or to bow down to advertisers.

TikTok censorship is beyond ridiculous

Pinterest wouldn't even allow topless art of a woman

Instagram too not that friendly to nsfw artist

Tumblr banned porn post 2018 and wouldn't hesitate to delete your blog

I'm not sure about pillowfort i heard it's allow nsfw but not as free as twitter? Correct me if I'm wrong tho i never use it

Facebook? Nah i wouldn't even bother.

There's Pixiv but it's not accessible for all people

Mastodon is still new and frankly many said that it has a steep learning curve

DeviantArt turned it's back both to both nsfw and sfw artist with their censorship (literally i see more and more artist who have to censor tits, cock, asshole and even pussy) and also their bullshit piece of shit AI generation + stealing from artist for their generator

Sites like Rule 34 and Hentai site are there but they are not really platform to grow your audience as an artist + too many art thief

Patreon I heard implementing more censorship? It's not social media but many artist using it

Poipiku is a Japanese platform and not all people are native Japan speaker

The fucking dystopian corporations like apple and Google ( and purity culture both in fandom and non fandom) keep sanitizing the internet and wiped out nsfw content for profit (it's not for protecting children or blah blah blah it's all for ads) kicking out all nsfw content creators from all platform they touch, forcing us to wander with no home to express ourselves. NSFW artist still have some wiggle room to thrive but I think sex workers have it harder to thrive on a more mainstream platform...

I know there's many sites for sex workers like for camgirl or whatever but mainstream sites that once more accepting of nsfw has been kicking down sex workers down to the curb again and again and again

If Twitter let's say goes down suddenly or gradually goes down and maybe banning nsfw... Artist will lost the last mainstream global platform that allow them to grow an audience as an nsfw artist

This for fandom nsfw artist who are not using site like poipiku and pixiv it left us with only AO3 to store our art

Yes you can post art to AO3 just tag it as art, literally it is the best safe haven for writing + art with it's mission to protect people creation, they even have lawyer and stuff to protect your rights + AO3 is super nsfw friendly literally you can upload anything that is legal within the USA law (that's a lot of things, thank God it's not based on my country Indonesia law or you wouldn't even see gay people kissing)

But AO3 is primarily used for fanfic + it's not a social media and shouldn't ever be a social media, it is an archive to preserve fanwork. It is fanwork library of Alexandria. The downside because it's not a social media and thus doesn't have features like chatting, algorithm and stuff is that it's harder for you to grow like in other social media. Let's say Twitter really gone if i want to post a series of comic/manga

Then i have to post the sfw/censored pages to Tumblr + post the nsfw page to AO3 it'll be a hassle for both me and my readers but it's possible

Still such a hassle and it'll be easier to just post to Twitter or when Tumblr still allowed nsfw

Also original artist will find it harder to gain audience faster on Tumblr and AO3 because both website are primarily for fandom. Like i can draw a sketch of let's say Anakin Skywalker and it'll get more traction than a fully rendered piece of original artwork

I mean it's possible but if you want to get traction easily as an original artist your art have to be godlike to be noticed amongst seas of fanart that the general public sees as more favorable... I mean you can try to build audience with doing fanwork and once you got big you can post more OG art

Still... It's easier to grow as an original artist on Twitter than on Tumblr or other platform...

Look yeah it's fun to see Twitter on fire but if it's really gone it'll be a disaster for nsfw creators/artist especially those who are making money from it to keep the roof above their head. I hope Twitter doesn't die tbh (I only made acc to see nsfw art, if Tumblr didn't ban porn i wouldn't even bother to use it or too many social media) also this situation brought back the reminder of AO3 importance as the safest and biggest archive especially for nsfw writers and fan artist that keep losing places to post their work, express themselves and earn a living

#ao3 #essay #discourse #fanwork #fanfic #fanart #twitter #capitalism #puritanism #pro ao3 #ao3 discourse #social media #writing #censorship #artist

[lastoftruebeliever]

Sympathy for the Devil

Between the Naberie and the Jedi, they own most of New York. Too bad Anakin Skywalker, the new family lawyer and the heiress to Naberie Crime Family, Padme Amidala don't like each other.

#Anidalau mafia au #anidala #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #au #fanfiction #mafia au #I always made au of crime au eventually

[trixree]

Having concluded that the statutory scheme contains a rational basis for the different treatment accorded to natural-born and synthetic, cloned organisms in the uniformed services in the narrow context of their attempt to claim due service benefits, we are compelled to the conclusion that the challenged statutes are not in conflict with the Due Process Clause of the Fifth Amendment and that they are in all respects constitutional. The motion is therefore denied.

Rating: E Word Count: 68k Additional Tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Clone Troopers, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Fox, Commander Cody/Commander Fox, Commander Fox/Darth Maul, Legally Blonde Jedi AU, Lawyer Obi-Wan, Clone Trooper Angst (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Emancipation (Star Wars), Clone Trooper-centric (Star Wars), Darth Maul Redemption, Polyamorous Character, Open Marriage, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Flashback Heavy, Obi-Wan Kenobi is Not a Jedi, Anakin Skywalker is Not a Jedi, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, In which Obi-Wan is Elle Woods and he's saving the galaxy one clone at a time CHAPTER 11/17

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#trixree writes #legally blonde jedi au #fic update #obimaul #codywan #cody/fox #fox/maul #clone wars fic