"Happy Anniversary, my love"
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So your telling me, we got a canon anakin falling to the darkside for 'love' and theres no batshit crazy psychopath obsess posessive yandere vader fanfic?
Except for this fics its perfect! Recommendation: my fanart inspiration!
Encaged by bornofstars
Literally every vaderdala fanfic they wrote is perfect. The way they wrote vader is on point and just exactly what i need
If you could only see, the beast you've made me by Gemma's Writing
This fic had me like "wait a damn minute that make sense!" I consider this a canon U-U the posessiveness is ugh 😩👌 and Gemma's is the goat! Her anidala and vaderdala fics is so interesting and well written!
Sins of the Father by indiefic
Unfortunately, it will remain unfinished but its good while it last and the author didn't left their reader thirsty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and padme having a bit of a darkside of her own is 😩👌
The Bargain by SilverDaye
This is one of the fic that it made me wonder why im still reading this. I need more! And i know i shouldn't..
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AND IF YOU ASKED, I'D PULL THE STARS DOWN FROM THE SKY FOR YOU
note: was thinking very hard about how much they deserved better and this appeared after i woke up. was listening to:
- stars in the sky (kid cudi), head over heels (tears for fears), good days (SZA), me and your mama (childish gambino)
pairings: anakin skywalker/padme amidala
warnings: sappy things, slight anakin bpd moments (subtle?), sad things, me wanting better for them
"Padme."
"Hm?"
"I had a dream last night," Anakin says, clumsily braiding her hair. "Where everything fell and went into ruin."
She inhales sharply when he tugs a little too hard, squeezing her pen between her fingers. The Naboo sun makes the black ink look a deep blue. Like Anakin's attire, She thinks fondly.
"Oh? That doesn't sound much like a dream."
Anakin huffs, biting his lip, "It wasn't really... But I saved you in it." His knuckles graze the back of her neck, pondering.
"And that makes it a dream?"
"Yes," He says, with a lovesick confidence she's only ever heard from him. "I saved the dream that is you."
He feels as though he owes her this, if he cannot save the rest of the universe from falling, then she can be the one thing sacred. He grows dizzy with the feeling in his chest. He wonders if she would allow him to pull her into the empty space in his chest and hold her there ― and vice versa. The tall grass around them sways gently. Padme's free hand taps the toe of his boot. He finds it a little pathetic, the way he swoons when she cranes her neck to look at him, beaming wide; His beaten and bashed in heart thumps wildly.
He's a little alarmed to find that he wouldn't mind much if everything fell as long as she was safe and here with him.
He rests his head on her shoulder, padawan braid tickling her ear. He's grown bored of braiding her hair now. His tired fingers graze hers where her free hand rests on the edge of her book. She pulls away, and for a moment he feels dejected, but instead she rests her book and pen on the grass and links their fingers together. He feels as though he's choked on syrup ― sweet and warm.
"And what of the universe?"
"And what of it?" He mumbles, feeling at ease.
"Did everything really go to ruin?"
"Yes," He answers, forgetting that part. He feels a little ashamed. "It did. Though, I don't remember all if it."
Padme hums, squeezing his hand gently, "I think you would've saved it."
Anakin makes a curious noise, tilting his head in her direction. Her fingers are soft and smooth, a stark contrast to the rough and hard texture of his. She finds that the inside of his palm still remains softer than the rest. She finds herself lamenting the day that changes. The inevitable, she supposes.
"Why? I am not yet all that powerful and I still remain a padawan."
If he sounds bitter, she doesn't comment on it.
"I suppose so," She starts, memorizing the grooves of his fingers for the days when he's gone. "But if the day ever should come, I fully believe you will be there to save what's left. You will figure it out, I'm sure. You always do."
He preens at her praise, drawing closer, but there's still a sense of unease.
"Maybe. But, what if that doesn't happen?" He murmurs, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles. "What if I am too weak? Powerless? What if the universe falls to ruin because of me?"
Padme curses those who put these thoughts in his head, wishing them nasty things only. It isn't fair to call him The Chosen One, then treat him nothing short of a cursed burden. The grass agrees with her.
"It will not. Even if it does, you will still be there to save it."
Anakin furrows his brows, frowning, "Why are you so sure?"
Padme turns to him, smiling softly, "Why are you so doubtful."
He tilts his head, and he gives her a look she's never seen before. It's blank, void of anything, no thoughts she could see behind him eyes. He looks at her like she might be crazy. Then, he smiles.
"Okay. I believe you." He doesn't.
"Good." She knows he doesn't, but this is okay for now.
A quarter of her heart is here, with her people and her duty. The rest is with Anakin Skywalker, a boy with a head too big for his shoulders and a heart too big for his chest. 10 years and there is still an unwavering powerful mystery to him. 10 years and she still doesn't fully understand his greatest pains. 10 years and she doesn't know what his favorite foods may be. 10 years and one thing she does know is that he doesn't like sand.
Anakin Skywalker, with his short, messy, dirty blonde that's beginning to grow a little past his ears. Anakin Skywalker, with his ever fluctuating moods and conflicted thoughts. Anakin Skywalker, who saves her from the world and she saves him from himself. Thoughts of the Jedi Council flash through her mind and she finds herself so angry she could cry. Anakin is already crying. She wipes his tears away with her thumbs. He kisses her fingers. Anakin Skywalker who is amazing and effortless with a lightsaber. The same one strapped to his hip. The same one that has saved her. The same one that perhaps may be there to save her again.
And she will thank him for it and hope he finally believe his worth.
The two of them lie down in the grass and dream of two things: Twins and an impending doom. For who? Doesn't matter because they are here now and in the near future. She's fallen asleep and her hair is a mess of unfinished and finished braids. He's fallen asleep and he's worried about his cloudy destiny. His fingers cramp.
Over the wind, she can faintly hear Obi-Wan's call for them. Padme wills the tall grass to hide them, if just for a moment longer. To have this now, if not ever again. Anakin tucks her closer to his chest and she knows that it is done. He gives himself to her because of course he does. He will now and forever.
The universe wails.
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