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[wildedoves]

Luke searched the Jedi temple for the man who, if the rumours were true, was his father.

Luke pulled the borrowed, not stolen, Jedi robes tighter. He wasn’t sure how long he had until his dad realized he hadn’t returned home from the Senate. The Alderaan delegation was in a joint-committee meeting, and those things usually took hours. Luke was hoping this one did too. He had been planning to come here for months. Three years ago he had heard that his biological father was a Jedi. After a lot of discreet questioning and digging, Luke was certain his biological father was Anakin Skywalker, the infamous Hero With No Fear. 

Luke had collected a lot of evidence, but it was all circumstantial. There was no solid proof he could get his hands out without outright asking his parents. The Organas always seemed to get tight-lipped when the topic of Luke’s birth father came up. And they seemed the same whenever the name Anakin Skywalker popped up. There were other things. He knew his biological mother was Padme Amidala, former senator of Naboo and a friend of his dad. And there was a lot of evidence out there that Padme and Anakin were quite close. Perhaps too close? 

Plus, Luke looked a lot like Anakin and a bit like Padme. At least, he thought so. Would Anakin Skywalker, famed general of the Clone Wars also think that?

There was also the fear this would go horribly bad. What if it had just been a simple fling between Anakin and Padme? What if Anakin knew about Luke, and just hadn’t wanted him? Thus why Luke was given up for adoption? Or what if he didn’t know? And got angry at the idea that Luke could ruin his image? Jedi weren’t supposed to have families or romantic relationships (that Luke knew of). Such a thing could be scandalous, especially if Luke wasn’t really Anakin’s son.

But … but there was always this nagging feeling about Anakin that had never left Luke the moment he realized they might be related. A feeling that had only grown stronger the more Luke looked into the Jedi. And now he was here. In their temple. In a set of brown robes, he had, uh, taken. He kept the robes tight as not to reveal his Alderaanian garb under it. A few Jedi gave him a friendly nod or a curious look, but none of them approached him. 

Luke walked aimlessly around the Temple. He had not expected it to be such a maze. It was huge and there were no maps or signs or … anything. How was he going to find Anakin in here? Luke sighed as he stopped at a large window. This was stupid and impossible and he should just head back to his dad’s apartment before he got caught–

Something bumped into him. He turned and looked down to see a blue and white astrodroid. The droid beeped at him. 

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[wildedoves]

Rex meeting luke and leia After the Battle of Endor ?

“Rex? You’re Rex?” 

He chuckles softly. The kid has the same accent that his General had back in the days of the Clone Wars. Glancing at the kid, it’s easy to tell whose son he is. 

“I am.” 

“I’m Luke Skywalker.” 

Rex nods, smiling wider. “I know. You look just like your father.” 

Luke freezes, his eyes wide. “I...” 

“He was my Jedi General during the Clone Wars,” Rex tells him. “Didn’t know he’d had kids. Makes sense, though. He was never like other Jedi.” 

“No?” Luke asks, blue eyes full of emotion. 

Rex shakes his head. “He cared more. Not that the other Jedi didn’t care. He just...cared more. Showed it more. Treated us clones like we mattered. Not everyone did.” 

Luke nods, looking thoughtful about that.

“What do you remember about him?” 

Rex glances behind Luke, finding the Princess of Alderaan standing there, wringing her hands, looking nervous for some reason. 

“About Anakin Skywalker?” Rex asks. He sits down on a log and sighs softly. “He was a leader. He wouldn’t send us clones to do anything he wouldn’t do himself, and he did a lot. Fiercely protective. A little crazy...well...very crazy.” 

“Crazy?” the Princess asks, confused. 

“Put his life on the line in the wildest ways,” Rex laughs softly. “Huge show-off.” 

Luke smiles brightly and settles on the ground in front of Rex. “Tell me everything.” 

Rex nods, and then looks to the Princess. “You wanna listen, too?” 

She hesitates for a long moment, before slowly settling down next to Luke, taking his hand. “Alight.” 

Rex smiles. “Well, he became a Jedi Knight, and a General, at the start of the war. Nobody thought he was really ready, but the jedi were short on leaders. The thing about the General was that when he wasn’t ready for somethin? He got ready.” 

Luke beams. 

And listens.

#ahhhhh #captain rex #luke skywalker #leia organa #op fanfic

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For a prompt: Padmé being sensual while Anakin needs to focus on finishing a report for the Order

With a grimace, Anakin finally found the figure he was looking for in one report and typed it into his own report. The Order was beginning to get really particular about having paperwork completed on time. And Obi-Wan had finally realized Anakin had been letting Ahsoka do most of his reports, which earned him a lecture and Obi-Wan’s Disappointed Face. 

It wasn’t fair that he was a Jedi Knight and a general, but Obi-Wan’s disappointed face worked even better than it did when he was nine. 

“Ani?” 

“Yeah, angel?” he asked, without looking up from his datapad. 

“Are you coming to bed soon?” 

There was something in her voice that made Anakin glance up, only for his mouth to drop open. 

Padme. His angel. His wife. Wearing a filmy nightgown, all shimmering white and soft. Her hair hung around her shoulders, just the way he liked. And she was smiling at him with a sparkle in her eyes, in a way that meant she had good plans for him. 

Very good plans. 

“Uhhhhhmmmm . . .” was his fully-reasoned, completely-articulated, response. 

Moving as gracefully as a dancer, she walked over towards him and looked down at his datapad. “You’ve been working so hard,” she said, keeping her eyes on his report as she let her fingers twirl in his hair. 

“Uhhhhh . . . . huh?” he said, his eyes drifting shut as he savored the emotions coming off Padme. 

“Mmmm,” she said softly, brushing a feather-soft kiss over his temple. “When you come to bed, I’ll show you how proud I am of you.” 

He turned his head to kiss her, to pull her down into his lap, to just get her closer, but Padme slipped away, walking towards their bedroom, her hips swaying under the miracle fabric that was her nightgown. 

Anakin stared after her until she was gone, then looked down at his datapad.

. . . If his report was on time, then the Order would know he hadn’t been doing his own paperwork until now.

And a good husband never kept his wife waiting. 

“I’m coming!” he yelped as he dashed out of the office.

“Not yet, but you will,” Padme promised. He could tell she was smirking just from her presence alone. 

“Oh, I’ll show you coming,” Anakin said as he caught up to her and swept her up into his arms and into a deep kiss. 

Kriff paperwork. He had better things to do.

End.

#yaaaaassssssss #this writer is a queen!! #anidala #op fanfic

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For a prompt: The Republic (or Jedi Council) finding about Anakin and Padmé really early in the Clone Wars.

“Obi-Wan, I don’t understand what’s happening,” Anakin said as they walked into the Senate Building. 

“Neither do I, but I’m sure all will be revealed shortly,” Obi-Wan said. 

Anakin knew his Master wasn’t nearly as calm as he was acting. Not with the way his hand kept smoothing over his beard. 

“Perhaps it’s something about formulating strategy for the next battle?” Anakin wondered out loud. “Or maybe we’re being sent to negotiate with the Separatists.” 

“You sound more excited about peace negotiations than battle,” Obi-Wan said, looking at him. “That’s not like you.” 

Shruggling his shoulders, he followed Obi-Wan towards Chancellor Palpatine’s office. If the war was already over, that meant he would be able to spend more time with Padme--that they could maybe even sneak away to Naboo for a real honeymoon. 

As they approached the Chancellor’s office, Anakin felt Padme’s familiar presence and frowned in confusion. His frown only deepened when they entered the room and found not just Padme, but three other Senators along with Masters Yoda and Mace, sitting before Chancellor Palpatine’s desk. 

“Ah, Anakin and Master Kenobi. Now that you’re here, we can begin,” the Chancellor said, his voice sounding smooth and unruffled. But there was a flicker of something in his presence that made Anakin wonder. 

“What brings all of us here?” Obi-Wan said, not taking the last empty chair and remaining by Anakin’s side. 

A heavy silence seemed to fall over the whole room, and Anakin saw Master Mace exchange glances with one of the Senators--Senator Organa from Alderaan, he thought. 

It seemed like the Senator got the wrong end of the rancor, because he said in a pleasant voice, “Master Skywalker, I understand your astromech droid was recently selected for a random security screening.” 

“Yes, he was,” Anakin said, his confusion growing. Especially when he realized that screening had been scheduled two days ago and he hadn’t seen R2 since. “Is something wrong? R2 is very important to me--I’m sure he hasn’t been sabotaged--”

“Nothing like that,” Senator Organa said. “However, there was some holofootage discovered . . . footage of a troubling nature.” 

Anakin felt a spike of fear from Padme. He couldn’t help glancing over at her, not sure why she was feeling like that. 

“You and Senator Amidala, the footage showed,” Master Yoda said quietly. “A marriage ceremony, it appears, being performed.” 

They knew. 

A wave of emotions crashed over Anakin. Padme’s fear intensified and sharpened. Obi-Wan’s shock and betrayal. Sadness and disappointment from Yoda and Mace.

And . . . rage from the Chancellor. 

Anakin looked at the man who he considered a mentor and blinked, wondering why the Chancellor was so mad. 

Giving his head a shake, Anakin looked at Padme, focusing on her right now. Because it didn’t matter what happened to him. What mattered was Padme. 

He stepped over towards her and rested a hand on her shoulder. She reached up and clasped his hand tightly, then looked around the room. 

“Yes. Anakin and I are married.”

“Broken the Jedi Code, you have, young Skywalker,” Master Yoda said mournfully. 

“This isn’t good, Padme,” Senator Farr said, not unkindly. “The political repercussions . . . marrying a Jedi, throwing the Grand Army of the Republic into upheaval . . .” 

 The Chancellor’s voice was cold. “The people of the Chommell Sector will not accept their Senator acting so rashly. Putting the personal before the people.” 

“That isn’t what Padme’s done at all--” Anakin said hotly, rising to her defense, but Padme gripped his hand tighter, making him stop talking. 

His beautiful, smart, amazing wife rose to her feet, shifting to keep her hold on his hand. 

“I refuse to believe that my people would think I have done something wrong by marrying the man I love,” Padme said, her voice commanding and strong in its softness. “Of course, I will speak to Queen Jamillia, seeking her advice and offering my resignation if she so desires. But I believe that marrying my partner does not reflect any shirking of my duties.” 

Anakin couldn’t help squeezing Padme’s hand as his heart swelled with love. She wasn’t trying to hide their marriage. She called him the man she loved. She called him her partner. 

Senator Organa exchanged looks with the female Senator who had remained silent, until now. “Senator Amidala, no one denies your committment to the people you represent or to the Senate you serve in,” she said in a melodic voice. “Yet Master Skywalker, being a Jedi, has a responsibility to the Order that outstrips any committment he could make to you.” 

“Indeed, Senator Mothma,” Master Mace said. “If Senator Amidala has violated any regulations, it will be up to the Senate to determine her fate. Just like the Jedi Council will deal with Skywalker.” 

“There aren’t any regulations--” Padme began, her voice drowned out in the chorus of voices from the Senators. 

There wasn’t anything Anakin could say, knowing nothing about the Senate’s rules. And honestly? He was more worried about Obi-Wan’s reaction right now. 

His Master hadn’t said a word. And his Force presence was . . . odd. Obi-Wan always felt like a cool, vast, gentle ocean to Anakin. But right now, that ocean was disrupted by cold winds whipping the water into vast, towering waves. 

Stepping towards Obi-Wan, Anakin said quietly, “I’m sorry, Master, for--for not telling you . . .” 

Obi-Wan looked at him, his eyes distant and full of sadness. Anakin stared, feeling lost and confused and almost scared, at this reaction. 

“Senators, Senators! Please,” the Chancellor said, his voice sharp. “The four of you cannot decide Senator Amidala’s fate--that would be for the full Senate.”

“Of course, Chancellor,” Senator Organa said. 

Without even a nod of acknowledgement, the Chancellor turned towards the Jedi in the room. “While Senator Amidala’s punishment, if any, is unknown, I believe that there is guidelines for a Jedi who has . . . erred, as Anakin has?” 

It was odd, how the Chancellor was acting. He was normally the first to defend Anakin in any situation, to tell Anakin he was blameless when he was swamped with guilt. 

No one spoke for a long, seemingly eternal moment. “To be married is a violation of the Jedi Code,” Master Mace finally said. “It is an attachment, and a Jedi must be without attachments.” 

“The path to the Dark Side, it is,” Master Yoda said. “Exceptions, however, have been made. Master Mundi, to preserve the Cerean race, permitted wives.” 

“A very rare exception,” Master Mace said in a chilly voice. “And he came to the Council and sought his exception. Skywalker hid his attachment because he knew if discovered, he would be expelled from the Order.” 

“For the Council to decide, it is,” Master Yoda said firmly. “A fair hearing, must be granted young Skywalker.” 

Anakin nearly snorted. Sure, a fair hearing. He was sure to get that from the Jedi Council. Padme nudged him and Anakin did his best to keep his face from showing what he was thinking. 

The Chancellor frowned and looked at Obi-Wan. “Master Kenobi, you know Anakin best. What are your thoughts on this matter?” 

As he looked at his Master, Anakin could still sense the hurricane of Obi-Wan’s emotions. And he didn’t understand why Obi-Wan was reacting like this. Obi-Wan was the perfect Jedi--everyone knew that. He lived by the Code and never accepted any violation of it. Anakin would understand if his Master felt hurt or angry at him. But he wasn’t. 

The ocean of Obi-Wan’s presence was filled with sadness and regret. 

Obi-Wan visibly swallowed, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his robes. “I believe that while Anakin must be punished . . . I do not believe he should be expelled.” 

“Of course you believe that,” Master Mace said sarcastically. 

“I agree with Master Kenobi,” Senator Farr said, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. “He’s one of our finest generals--the GAR would be crippled without him.” 

“It’s not for the sake of the war that I believe Anakin should remain a Jedi,” Obi-Wan said, heading off any attempts to change the subject. 

Anakin looked at Padme, whose face was as confused as Anakin felt. 

Obi-Wan’s eyes swept around the room, before landing on Anakin. “From his first days of training, Anakin has struggled to live by the Code. Due to his upbringing before arriving at the Temple, it was not possible for him to not become attached to those he cares about. I do not think that, in Anakin’s case, continuing to fight against attachments is a wise choice. I think such struggle opens him to the Dark Side.” 

“Obi-Wan--” Anakin said, taking a step towards him. Because he couldn’t understand why Obi-Wan was defending him like this. 

His Master glanced at Anakin for a moment, before looking at Masters Yoda and Mace. “And if Anakin is expelled, I feel I have no choice but to leave the Order as well. We are taught that only a Sith deals in absolutes--yet the Jedi Code is treated as absolute within the Order. This dichotomy cannot continue, now that we have Anakin as an example of why the Code does not work.” 

On one side of the room, the Senators shifted in their chairs. Masters Mace and Yoda were staring at Obi-Wan. Anakin gripped Padme’s hand tighter, hoping he wasn’t hurting her but needing to cling to her in the midst of this whirlwind. 

And suddenly the Chancellor rose to his feet. There was a brittleness to his voice when he said, “This is a matter for the Senate and the Council to decide. I am a busy man and must ask you all to withdraw, to start your deliberations on the fate of Senator Amidala and Master Skywalker.” 

Strangely, as they all bowed or curtsied, offering the Chancellor their thanks before exiting the room, all Anakin could think about was how it was the first time all day that the Chancellor had called him anything other than Anakin. 

But really, that was a puzzle he could unravel another day. For now, he had to defend his marriage to Padme, give Padme every bit of support he could, and prevent Obi-Wan from throwing away his life in the Order for Anakin’s sake. 

Because he wasn’t worth it. What mattered was keeping Padme and Obi-Wan happy and in the roles they loved to perform. 

After all, Anakin knew he would be happiest when they were happy. 

End.

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Prompt: Padme and Anakin with the Twins running from danger or something funny. :)

They each carry a twin in a baby sling, close to their bodies as they dodge and weave through the crowds on Coruscant, heading for the ship yard as covertly as they can, hoods up on their cloaks, weapons at the ready. 

“Where will we go?” Padme whispers. “We can’t go to Naboo, that’s the first place they’ll look.” 

Anakin takes a breath, sending Leia a wave of calm through the Force as she starts to whimper. “Mandalore.” 

“Mandalore?” Padme hisses. “They hate Jedi there.” 

“But the Duchess doesn’t,” Anakin points out. “She’s kept Mandalore neutral. And Obi-Wan is there. He’ll keep us safe.” 

“Ani.” 

He turns to her, eyes wide and worried, face paler than Padme has ever seen it.

Everything they knew at Coruscant is gone. The Jedi massacred. The Republic toppled by the Chancellor’s New Empire. He’d attacked Anakin when he’d refused to become a Sith. 

Now it’s time to leave. 

“Have you been able to reach Obi-Wan?” Padme asks. 

“No,” Anakin admits. “No. Once we’re in the air, I’ll try to reach him through our bond.” 

She nods, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Lets go.” 

#anidala #op fanfic #oooohhhhh

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Yet another question escaped Caleb’s mouth, “Master Depa, why is Master Obi-Wan called ‘the Negotiator?’" 

Being as full of glibness as her Padawan was of questions, Depa replied, “Because the Council didn’t want a Jedi Master being called ‘the Flirt.’”

#caleb dume #kanan jarrus #depa billaba #obi wan kenobi #hahahahahaha

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Upside Down || Skywalker Shorts

Luke perched himself on the seat beside Leia, grinning widely at the wrapped warm pastry set on the table before him. He unwrapped the neatly folded parchment paper to reveal the most delicious and mouth watery drizzled Kowakian crumb cake he’s ever seen. Well alright, he’s seen it more than he could count but how could anyone not drool over this cake! A light bread with sweet crumbs of varying sizes and a drizzle of pure sugary sweetness on the top layer. He sent a silent prayer to the Force and thanked Dex’s diner. Really, what would Coruscant be without it.  

“What are you five? C’mon Luke, let’s eat this before it gets cold!” Leia greedily grabbed the fork and knife beside her very own cake and sliced a piece.  

“I’m ten,” he muttered, focusing hard on turning his cake upside down gently. Her verbal jab didn’t matter because at this very moment, he was going to eat one of his favorite pastries in complete peace and tranq—

“What are you doing?”

Luke looked over at his sister, growing impatient and rather exasperated. She had stopped eating her own cake and had her eyes glued to his overturned cake. He didn’t like the look she was giving it. “What?”

“Luke, do you always eat your cakes like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” she pointed at his plate with her fork.

“Well, not all cakes but yeah, some. For this one though, that’s the only way to eat it.”

“That’s so weird!”

“You’re weird!”

She narrowed her eyes at him.  “You’re weird!” 

“I said it first!”

“I said it first!” She did a horrible job of mimicking him. He was sure he didn’t sound that girly and quite frankly, he was offended. 

“Ugh!” He grabbed his cake and moved a seat away from her. Ignoring her fiery gaze, he happily tore a chunk of his cake and plopped it in his mouth. Luke closed his eyes as he tasted the buttery moist cake with its sweet yet tart berries exploding with flavors in his mouth. The syrupy glaze added an extra sweetness. Oh boy, now this--this hit the spot. Truly. 

“At least eat with some dignity Luke. Mom taught us better than that.”

“Doh wahna,” he replied, his mouth full of the fine tasting cake. He was purposefully eating it like a slob in front of her when the door suddenly opened wide. He looked behind his shoulder and there at the doorway was his mother raising an eyebrow directly at him. 

He’s never swallowed food so fast in his life and nearly choked. 

#luke skywalker #leia organa #star wars fic #ss #i have five siblings don't tell me they don't argue like this LMAO #my fic

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Fic: late-night interruption 1/?

late-night interruption Author: dettiot Rating: G (for now) Ship: Anidala Characters: Obi-Wan, Anakin,  Padmé,  Sabé, Rex

Summary: When Obi-Wan receives a late-night comm from Sabé, he’s not sure what to expect. But what he learns will change many lives … and the fate of the Republic.

Note: This is an expanded and revised version of a ficlet I posted on my Tumblr. I loved this idea so much and a lot of people wanted more, and the follow-up ficlets just didn’t scratch the itch for me. So I hope you enjoy this!

Also posted on AO3!

Chapter 1 

As the blue holoimage of Master Yoda faded away, Obi-Wan Kenobi let out a breath. “Well.”

“That’s all you’ve got to say? ‘Well’?” 

“No, that is not all I have to say, Anakin,” he said, looking at his former Padawan. “But where to begin? That’s the question.” 

“How about with the Council playing right into the Separatists’ hands by keeping us bouncing around the Outer Rim like this?” Anakin said, turning to face him. “While we’re chasing droid armies, Dooku and Grievous are planning something, I know it.” 

Folding his arms over his chest, Obi-Wan gazed down at the holotable, even though there was nothing on display. Because it was hard to deny Anakin’s words. For the last six months, they had been moving around the Outer Rim, fighting battles at a clip they hadn’t seen since the early days of the war. 

Battles that felt pointless. Like a distraction, a misdirection, allowing the Separatists to conceal their true plan. 

“What do you think they’re planning, then?” Obi-Wan asked him. 

Anakin shrugged. “Whatever it is, it’s bound to be big. The Separatists have been losing ground for the last year. Almost like they’re letting themselves be pushed out to the edge of the galaxy, so no one will think they’ve got a big offensive in them.” 

“Going by that logic, their next move will be to attack the center of the galaxy,” Obi-Wan said, stroking his beard. “Like Coruscant.” 

“Yeah,” Anakin said, looking worried. “That’s what I thought.”

The silence that fell between them was heavy and thick. Full of words they wouldn’t say, emotions they wouldn’t acknowledge. 

As he looked at Anakin, Obi-Wan was struck by just how old he looked. Anakin wasn’t even twenty-three yet, but he looked much older. But even more than that, he just looked … 

His hair was disheveled and unwashed. His clothes smelled of smoke and bore more than a few singe marks. And he was definitely too thin. 

No matter how bad things were, Obi-Wan made time to shower, to change his clothes, to eat. He might be as short on sleep as Anakin, but otherwise, he attempted to take care of himself. Because such efforts paid off in the long run. It was hard-won knowledge, learned as his youthful energy faded in the face of continuous challenges. 

But Anakin was stubborn. Convinced of his invincibility. And he didn’t respond well when he felt Obi-Wan was telling him what to do. 

“I suppose we should be thankful the Council is being cautious. It allows us to take advantage of the downtime,” Obi-Wan said, eyeing Anakin. 

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“Good morning, Master Windu.” 

He nods, awkwardly as he stands on the doorstep of Senator Amidala and Knight Skywalker’s apartment. From inside, he can hear Skywalker humming and the soft coos of their twin six-month-olds. 

“Senator,” Mace nods, cleaning his throat. “I…I came to collect Skywalker for the Council meeting taking place in an hour.” 

She smiles and nods, letting him into the apartment. “Anakin just made us breakfast. Would you like some?” 

“Oh, I-” 

“Hi, Master Windu!” Anakin calls, poking his head out of the kitchen with a grin. “There’s fresh Caff, and I made nuna bacon.” 

Oh.

Mace does love nuna bacon.

“I…I suppose we can spare a few minutes.” 

Padme beams and leads him to the dining room table, where a playpen sits next to the wall that separates them from the kitchen. Inside the playpen, the twins nap peacefully. Even asleep their Force presences fill the room with a bright glow that puts Mace at ease. 

“I didn’t realize it was nap time,” he says, trying to grin politely at Padme. 

“Well they’ve eaten, so it’s nap time,” she grins as she sets a plate of food in front of him. 

Mace looks around and realizes that the apartment is…very neat. Not at all like two six-month-olds live here. He had expected the apartment to be a disaster, and for both Skywalker and the Senator to be completely run ragged. 

But…everything seems…fine. 

Skywalker puts a cup of caff down in front of him before moving past him to the playpen to check on the children. 

Mace starts to speak up; to ask why he doesn’t just use the Force to check on them, but as he watches Skywalker gaze down at the twins, he almost understands. 

And he wonders, for a moment as he eats, about the nature of the Force, and its relationship to familial ties; about its relationship to physical sensations like sight and sound and touch. 

Skywalker grins back at him sheepishly. “I like to watch them. They’re amazing.”

“You were around babies at the temple,” Mace points out. “There were plenty of younglings in the creche when you were coming up as a Padawan.” 

“It’s different,” Skywalker says. “They’re mine.” 

“Attachment is-” 

“It’s a little too late for that,” Skywalker cuts him off with a chuckle. 

Mace shakes his head and sips his caff. “You’re lucky you cook so well, Young Knight.” 

Skywalker smirks. 

#awww #skywalkers #anidala #mace windu #op fanfic

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Fanfic Writer Friday

Alright fellow fanfic friends, it’s Friday, the best day of the week, and it’s about to get a lot more fun. Ya know why?

Reblog this post if you want people to send you asks about your writing process, wip/fics, or headcanons today! For each ask you get, try and send one back in return!

This is a weekly event, to be held every Friday (obviously) and is open to all fanfic writers in any fandom! Don’t be shy about sending asks to blogs you don’t know—this is a great way for writers to get to know different blogs and fics, and make new friends!

(in case you feel like you’ve seen something like this before, this is based of of writeblr’s Storyteller Saturday, aka STS!)

#i promise im making content #chapter three of my long fic is taking so much longer than i thought lol #other

[wildedoves]

“My Padawan, I would do anything for you. I would bear your burdens for you if I could. But I cannot.”

Jedi Quest: The Moment of Truth by Jude Watson

#anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi

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“Anakin Skywalker! You old dumpster Jedi, you!” 

Jaina Solo giggles, holding her grandfather’s hand. “Papa, why did the short lady call you a dumpster Jedi?” 

Anakin chuckles softly as she scoops the little girl up into his arms. “Because Maz has known me for far too long.” 

“That much is very true,” Maz Kanada says as she steps over to them, chucking. “Who is your little friend?” 

“This is Jaina,” Anakin tells her proudly. “My granddaughter.” 

Maz smiles kindly up at Jaina, who cuddles into Anakin. 

“Jaina, you have a big life in front of you,” she says. “What brings you two so far from home?” 

“Master Yoda has sent me to find an artifact, and he thinks you have it,” Anakin explains as he follow Maz into the bar and takes a seat with Jaina on his lap. 

Maz snorts and rolls her eyes as she sits with them. “Ugh. Yoda. He could’t come here himself?” 

Anakin grins sadly. “He’s not exactly as spry as he used to be. And he knows you like me better.” 

“I do like you better,” Maz says. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you want.” 

“Oh, I know,” Anakin tells her. “But I figured I’d try.” 

“And bring your Force-bright little granddaughter to butter me up.” 

“Proving that I am, in fact, still a dumpster Jedi.” 

“No,” Jaina argues. “Papa isn’t a dumpster. Papa is great.” 

Maz laughs softly. “Oh, she is fierce. Just like you. Just like Leia.” She sighs. “What, precisely is your old goblin looking for?” 

 “Sidious’ Sith holocron,” Anakin tells her. 

“No way,” Maz says quickly. “Not ever. Nayc. Koa. Ne. Nobata.” She gets up again quickly, and Anakin follows, setting Jaina on her feet and holding her hand as he follows. 

“Maz…” 

“I don’t care how sweet-faced you are,” she tells him as she keeps walking, down into the basement of the bar. “I don’t care if you have a warrant from the Galactic Senate, I don’t care if the ghost of Qui-Gon Jinn himself wanders in and asks me to give it to you: No.” 

“Why?” Jaina asks as she keeps up with the two adults in front of her. “Why can’t we take it back to Master Yoda?” 

“Because your Master Yoda may look like a harmless old elf, but he is old enough to know how to do more damage than he realizes, and I don’t trust him with it.” 

“What’s in it?” Anakin asks. 

“You know what’s in it,” Maz snaps. “You know it’s filled with whateve Sith nonsense he believed to be true. About using the Dark Side to live forever and bring back the dead. About using the Dark Side to manipulate the light, and shield yourself from others. It’s a doomsday weapon.” 

“It’s information,” Anakin argues. “Yoda wants it for the archive. That’s all.” 

“I don’t trust it in the archive,” Maz tells him. “I don’t trust it with Yoda, and I don’t trust you. You who were completely taken in by Palpetine. He wanted you to be his apprentice. If he’d gotten his way, your wife and children would be dead and you would be Sidious’ slave.” 

Anakin takes a breath, centering himself. “That didn’t happen. My life is the opposite of that.” 

“Meaning, you don’t need the holocron of the man who betrayed the Galaxy in your life.” She pauses. “But…I have something better for you.” 

“Oh?” Anakin asks with a chuckle. “It’s not snacks, is it?” 

“Snacks?!” Jaina squeaks. 

Maz laughs. “When your grandfather was younger, he could be placated with a plate of delicious food when he wanted something I didn’t want to give him.” 

Jaina giggles. “Papa, you’re silly.” 

“Yes, the Chosen One to bring balance to the Force. The man with no fear. The most successful Jedi General of the Clone Wars is now a silly Papa,” Maz teases as she rummages through her things. 

“Are you really all those things?” Jaina asks curiously, looking up at Anakin. 

He grins softly and strokes her brown hair. “Once upon a time, Jaya.” 

“Aha!” Maz grins, coming back up and holding out a Jedi Holocron. “Here we are.” 

“What is that?” Anakin asks, tilting his head. 

Maz smirks. “The lost Holocron of the Four Masters.” 

Anakin’s eyes widen in shock. “Wh- how-” 

“Who are the Four Masters?” Jaina asks, tugging on Anakin’s hand. 

“The Four Masters,” Maz grins. “Founded the Jedi Temple over four thousand years ago. Very little is known about them.” 

“Wow,” Jaina marvels, leaning in to look. 

“So you’re willing to hand this over,” Anakin muses, rubbing his chin. “But not Sidious’ Holocron.” 

“The doomsday Holocron stays with me,” she tells him. “If Yoda wants it, he can fight me for it.” 

“Don’t tempt him,” Anakin grins as she hands him the Jedi Holocron. “But thank you for this, Maz. It’s a good trade-off, I think.” 

“That’s because you have a wife and the rest of your family to get home to,” Maz reminds him. “You don’t have time to waste, arguing with me. However…how about a snack? Jaina must be hungry.” 

She looks sheepish. “A little.” 

Maz laughs softly and takes the girl’s hand. “Then come with me, little Jaina. I will feed you all the hubba chips you can eat, and tell you the most embarrassing stories about your grandfather I can remember.” 

“Wizard!” Jaina cries. 

Anakin huffs and shakes his head, pocketing the Holocron and taking a step to follow them. 

As he starts to leave, he hears something call to him through the Force…

Something he hasn’t felt in a number of decades, and when he looks back amongst Maz’s things, he hears a strange, heavy, stilted breathing. 

A chill runs down his spine, as if someone has stepped over his grave. 

“Dumpster boy!” Maz saps. “Get a move on, I’ve got an ale with your name on it!” 

Anakin takes a deep breath, and follows them.

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She loves when he sweeps her up into his arms, and her feet dangle. She clings to him, her arms around his neck, and he smells like that odd mix of engine oil, and desert sunshine that is uniquely him. 

“You’re so short,” he teases softly. 

“Stop talking and kiss me,” Padme giggles.

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[wildedoves]

hope in each other

It’s so late at night, it’s closer to morning. Even Coruscant seems to have settled down into a quieter, slower pace by the time Padme opens the door to her apartment.

Her dress feels like it weighs a hundred pounds and she can barely keep her eyes open as she steps inside. She passed hungry hours ago, to the point where the thought of eating is almost distasteful, but she still stops in the kitchen to drink some water and nibble half-heartedly at some shuura fruit before heading to her bedroom. 

Where she finds her husband, sprawled out and snoring on top of the covers. He must have been trying to wait up for her, if his clothes, lowered datapad, and the still-on lights are anything to judge by. 

But Anakin is just as tired as she is, Padme knows. And she doesn’t begrudge him the chance to sleep. In fact, knowing that he’s in bed, waiting for her, warming the covers and just being there, makes her heart feel lighter. Her shoulders less slumped. 

Quietly, she undresses and takes her hair down, and for once she leaves the hairpins scattered across her vanity and her dress draped over a chair, instead of everything properly put away. 

Once she’s in her nightgown, with her hair loose down her back, Padme feels like she can breathe again. She turns off the lights and slides into bed. No matter how carefully she moves, she knows Anakin will probably wake up, and as the mattress shifts, she can tell he’s waking up. 

“Padme?” he asks, his voice deep and rough with exhaustion. 

“Shhhh,” she whispers. “Go back to sleep, love.” 

With all that innate Jedi grace, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. “Wha’ time izzit?” 

“Late,” she says, stroking his hair. “Sleep.” 

“Mmmmm,” he mumbles, drawing her even closer and turning onto his back, so she ends up half on top of him. Padme rests her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest over his heart, feeling him breathe. 

She closes her eyes, and for a moment she thinks the peace, the quiet, the feeling of home that comes from being in Anakin’s arms will lull her to sleep. But it’s not quite enough. Not tonight. 

Anakin’s hand slowly strokes along her back, and she knows she’s keeping him up with her thoughts. “Sorry,” she says quietly. 

“S’okay,” he says, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “Senate bein’ all … Senate again?” 

His sleepy words make her smile ruefully. “Yes.” 

But as she thinks about today’s session, as she thinks about all the sessions she’s attended lately, Padme’s smile fades quickly. 

Everything seems to be so wrong. And she doesn’t know what to fix–doesn’t even know where to start. The harder she works, the less she seems to accomplish. 

It’s starting to wear on her, how in whatever direction she looks, the Republic appears to be crumbling. 

His fingers gently twist in her hair. “I can tell how tired you are. You never feel like this unless you’re exhausted.” 

The room is dim, but her eyes have adjusted enough so when she tilts her head back, she can see his face. Even in the low light, his eyes are so blue, so bright … 

“How do I feel?” she asks, gazing at him. 

Anakin looks sad as he cups the back of her head through her hair. “Hopeless.” 

She sighs, then nods slowly in agreement. 

“You’re not the only one,” Anakin said, shifting to lay on his side and face her, keeping his arm around her. “This war … I feel like nothing is changing. It’s always battles, always fights, always chasing after Grievous and Dooku …” He trails off. “It’s like I’m lost in the Dune Sea. All I can see is sand and I have no clue what direction I should go to find safety.” 

“Lost in the desert … that’s how I feel, too,” Padme says.

He gazes at her for a long moment, his fingers gently stroking her scalp. “It won’t always be like this, angel,” he says. “One day … we’ll get out of the desert. We’ll go to Varykino, and it’ll be like when we were there the first time.” 

Padme can’t help a soft smile. “That was very poetic of you. And very, very sweet.” 

“I guess Obi-Wan’s gift for words is starting to rub off on me,” Anakin says with a small grin. “Or you just bring out the poetry in me.” 

That deserves a kiss, so Padme lifts her head and presses her lips against his softly, her eyes drifting shut from all the warm sweetness coursing through her. 

“I promise, Padme,” he says against her lips. “We’ll make things better.” 

She likes the idea that they’re going to make things better. In their own ways, they’ll tackle the problems facing the galaxy and do their part to provide solutions.

She’s not alone in this. Anakin’s there, too. 

And that makes all the difference. 

End.

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[wildedoves]

A followup to this

TW: For some violence and Force choking. 

The door to the throne room has seen better days; the melted steel a sign of a vicious lightsaber duel, and when Anakin reaches out into the Force, through the bond he shares with Obi-Wan, all he feels is despair and quiet rage. 

He moves to shove through the door, about to ignite his lightsaber to get through, when he hears a voice that is distinctly not Obi-Wan’s. 

“Give in to your grief,” it says. 

Anakin panics for a moment, but stops himself from shoving through the doors, opting instead of enter quietly, slowly cutting a hole for himself and stepping through. 

Obi-Wan is sitting on the steps that lead up to the throne, his head bowed, and face in his hands. 

And in front of him paces a man in a black robe. 

A Sith. 

“Ah,” he says. “We are no longer alone.”

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[wildedoves]

a mama meltdown

When Anakin Skywalker walked into the nursery, he found a scene he had been bracing himself for. Because he knew it was just be a matter of time before he discovered his wife breaking down from the stress and strain on her. 

Padme was standing in the middle of the room, holding Leia in the crook of one arm and holding her datapad in her free hand. She was staring down at Luke, who was crying in his crib, and when Anakin softly called her name, Padme looked at him and started to cry. 

“All right, angel, it’s gonna be okay,” Anakin urged her, lifting up Luke and cuddling him against his chest while rubbing Padme’s back. 

“I–I can’t do–do this!” Padme said in-between her tears, her shoulders heaving. 

“Yes, you can,” Anakin said, steering her over to the small loveseat in the nursery. 

Padme shook her head, wrapping both her arms around Leia. “I can’t. I can’t be a Senator and a mother and a wife–there’s just not enough hours in the day–I can’t do enough–I’m failing–”

“Hey,” Anakin said firmly, sliding his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to him. “You are not failing.” 

“I feel like I am,” Padme said with a sniff. 

Anakin gently rubbed her shoulder. “You’re just tired and not thinking straight,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You need to get some rest.” 

“We have twin four-month-olds, Anakin,” Padme said, her voice more cutting than he had ever heard. “Rest is in short supply.”

“I know,” Anakin acknowledged, before taking a deep breath. “I should have listened to you and got us get a nanny droid.” 

Padme blinked. “What?” 

“You were right. We do need the extra help,” Anakin said. “I’m sorry … I was stubborn.” 

“No–no, you made good points,” Padme argued, using the back of the hand still holding her datapad to wipe at her eyes. “And I love taking care of Leia and Luke, I just … “ 

She looked at Leia in her arms, then at Luke, before lifting her sad eyes to Anakin. “I can’t do it all. I’ve … I’ve never been able to not do something I put my mind to accomplishing.” 

“Well, two babies is a lot to take care of,” Anakin said, gently stroking her hair. “And you can’t give up your work in the Senate. I know how much it means to you. But … but maybe if we get a nanny droid, you’ll also consider maybe withdrawing from one or two committees you’re on?” 

“Why?” Padme asked, frowning. 

Anakin gazed at his amazing, brilliant, beautiful wife. Those dreams he had experienced, before the twins’ birth–dreams sent by Darth Sidious, he now knew–had stuck with him even after the twins arrived and Padme regained her health. He was still fearful of losing Padme, of losing the bedrock his whole life was built upon. 

Now that they had the twins, Anakin knew he would go on if he lost Padme. It would be a bleak and lonely life, but he would keep living for the twins’ sake. Which was progress, he supposed. 

But he was determined to not lose his wife. 

“Because I think you need more time to rest, to unwind from work. So that you’re not going from stressing out about some bill to stressing out about the twins,” Anakin said. “Time for you, so you can be the Senator and mother and wife you want to be.” 

“Oh,” Padme said quietly, looking surprised. She leaned against him as she thought that over. “It … it feels so selfish.” 

“It’s not, though,” Anakin said, moving a bit closer to her. “After all, I have tinkering with the droids or the speeder to help me. But in all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never really seen you have a hobby or just sit and do nothing, angel.” 

She let out a soft sigh. “There’s always so much to do.” 

“I know,” he said. “But you don’t have to do it all, Padme. You just have to do what matters most to you. And it’s only for a little while.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “Obi-Wan, Ahoska, Rex, Satine and I have a bet on how old the twins will be when you decide to stand for election to Supreme Chancellor.” 

Padme’s lips pursed, before softening in a smile. “Is this your way of rigging the odds? Are you trying to win the pool?” 

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Nope, I’m not gonna tell you the odds. I just wanted you to know that I support you, no matter what. But that means I also want you to be happy and healthy, too.” 

The loveseat was rather small, but Anakin liked it that way. Especially when Padme pulled her legs up and curled in against him, cuddling Leia to her. 

And he definitely noticed how Padme set down her datapad.

“I’ll get the nanny droid tomorrow,” Anakin promised, kissing the top of her head. “Give it a few tweaks and it’ll be running in no time.”

“Thank you, Ani,” Padme said, her voice soft and sleepy. “I love you.” 

In the time it took for him to turn his head, Padme fell asleep. Anakin smiled and lifted Leia out of her slackening hold, settling the sleeping twins in their cribs. 

“I love you, too, angel,” Anakin whispered in Padme’s ear as he scooped her up and carried her to their bedroom.

End.

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He gets back to the Temple late. Beat up and exhausted only to be pulled into the Council chambers by Yoda. 

“Save Obi-Wan, you must.” 

Anakin Skywalker frowns deeply, alarm bells ringing in his head as he quickly reaches out through their bond to find his former master.

And all he finds his grief. 

“What happened?” 

Yoda sighs deeply. “Gone to Mandalore, he has. To help the the Duchess. Wrong, I fear it has gone. Dead is Maul. Dead is the Duchess.” 

Anakin nods quickly. “I’ll take my ship, and-” 

“Taken it first, Obi-Wan has.” 

Anakin takes a deep breath; a worried breath. He’d been making repairs between missions. It hadn’t been in much of a state to fly. 

And it isn’t as if Obi-Wan likes flying.

He rubs his face. “Karke.” 

***** 

Landing on Mandalore is surprisingly easy. Sundari seems so quiet, and Anakin can feel that things are not right. 

“Jedi.” 

He turns, finding a woman in Mando armor behind him, her red hair messy, her face dirty. 

“I’m here for Master Kenobi.” 

“I figured,” she tells him. “Go get your friend before he does anymore damage.” 

“Damage…”

“He’s locked himself in the throne room of the Sundari palace,” she says. “With Maul’s body. And he’s not alone”

Anakin frowns, and runs. 

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