#AND WHEN WILL WE SEE ADORABLE BABY ANAKIN??

[sargeant-bxrnes]

plus one

summary: when he sees you taking care of a youngling, your husband, anakin, is overcome by a very bad case of baby fever. [requested!]

contents/warnings: obvious mentions of pregnancy. | SMUT: dirty talk, fingering, praise, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, mating press.

wc: 2.2k

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Anakin and you have been married for years now, and yet the subject of kids hadn't been brought up often, both being busy Jedi, there wasn't much time for kids in your lives.

However, after arriving to you location after a long counsel meeting, Anakin witnessed an interesting scene. You were looking over a little youngling, the baby couldn't have been older than two. Perched on your hip, arm softly wrapped about him, keeping his tiny body tucked safely into your side as you talked to older younglings about something, whatever it was, had them smiling and talking animatedly to you, who matched their enthusiasm.

Something awoke inside of Anakin at the sight, and he couldn't help but imagine you carrying your kid instead, a little boy that had his eyes and your nose, or a little girl with your hair and his smile. A switch turned inside him and he felt this ever growing need, the thought of you pregnant, your skin glowing, your belly growing with his baby... Anakin knew what he wanted right away.

All he could think of, was making you a mommy, and making that dream of his real, by pumping you full, filling you up with his seed.

The baby youngling babbled something to you, making you laugh and tickle him, earning some sweet giggles from the baby boy. Anakin couldn't help but melt inside, smiling, he felt his heartbeat increase and his body react to the sight of your loving care— that's it. He decided to walk up to you.

"Love... I wanna talk to you about something, an idea I had," He started, approaching slowly, his voice was soft yet determined as he looked at you with the upmost adoration. "could it be possible for us to go to our chambers?"

You smiled at your husband, greeting him with a little kiss on the cheek as you placed the baby back on the cradle, pecking his forehead and leaving it under care of the older younglings while they waited for their master, once that was settled, you approached your husband so you can go to your chambers and talk. "Sure darling, let's go."

Anakin could feel the blood rushing to his crotch, his bionic metal arm twitching slightly as he grabbed your hand. His thoughts were clouded with only one thing now, as he led you through the corridors, his steps got increasingly faster the closer you got to your chambers.

"Baby... come here." he whispered hoarsely, tugging you into your shared chambers. He closed the door and locked it before turning to face you.— he was going to be direct, there was no point to kick around the bush. "Let's make a baby."

"Oh?" You asked softly. The idea of having babies with him had crossed your mind more often than you'd ever admitted to him, so hearing him say that was a pleasant surprise.

Anakin grabbed you by the hips and started kissing your neck, his kisses were messy and sloppy, leaving slight trails of saliva wherever they went, his arms wrapped around you, reaching around to squeeze your ass. His voice was rough with lust. "I've been watching you today... seeing how amazing you are with that baby. It made me realize... I want a baby of our own."

"You do?" You asked, breath hitching and a little moan threatening to escape.— Anakin was being needy and desperate, a side of him you'd never seen before.

Anakin smirked and tugged you closer, whispering in your ear "I do. And I'm not gonna stop until we have one." His hand found the hem of your Jedi robes and started to tug on the collar slowly, exposing more skin as he kissed down your neck and chest.

You gasped as he licked a trail up your pulse point, slowly walking backwards toward the bed. "What got into you?"

Anakin followed you, his lips never leaving your skin as he tugged off your robe and tossed it aside, being met with your undergarments. He moved to undo his pants too before pushing you onto the bed, making you fall with a soft bounce of the mattress under you. "I don't know... just thinking about how amazing you'd be as my baby momma makes me so fucking hard."

"Oh." You mused softly, both turned on and surprised by Anakin's eagerness, you could feel his hard cock through his pants, he was clearly eager and with a very bad case of baby fever.

Anakin was suddenly all over you, his hands restless all over your body, gliding and groping, his teeth nipping at your neck as he growled low in his throat. "Tell me I can fuck you senseless right now, please." he murmured huskily between kisses, looking to see if it was alright with you. "wanna fill you up, again and again."

You couldn't help but shiver at the mix of dirty words and pleas, you nodded your head in consent. "Y-yes. Yes."

"That's my good girl... want you so fucking bad."

You laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of you— your hands eagerly moving to remove Anakin's shirt, pushing it up and over his head.

Anakin chuckled as you pulled his shirt off, his metal arm moving to aid in removing it before he roughly pushed your panties down and off too. His hands slid up your body and took a hold of your bra— he was so desperate and couldn't get it off quick enough for his liking, so his bionic hand took a fistful of it ripped it off you, your tits bouncing free.

"Ani!" You gasped in surprise and indignation as you saw your torn bra, the clasp ripped open and the material torn.

Anakin scoffed, bending down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud before sucking at it with his lips. His other hand moved between your legs, nudging them open. "Sorry... can't control myself."

Your back arched slightly under his touch, the way he was acting drove you insane, he was lavishing your tits like a starved man, a wet mess of his lips, his tongue and teeth, he's so needy and desperate he doesn't even know what to do with himself and it turns you on beyond belief to see him lose his composure.

Anakin groaned as he continued to suck and bite down on your nipple, his hand rubbing circles over your clit, two fingers teasing your entrance. His metal arm moved around to grab onto the headboard of the bed for support, his other hand still playing with your pussy. "I want you so bad. You gonna let me fill you up, hm? Fill up that pretty pussy till it takes."

You can't even form a sentence, it feels so good, his thumb applying the perfect pressure on your clit as his fingers spread your wetness around. "Please."

Anakin chuckled darkly, his fingers pushing into your pussy slowly. He looked down at you, taking sharp notice of the way you bit your lip. "You're so fucking hot... gonna make you cum first before I stretch that tight pussy of yours."

His words and ministrations drew a whimper out of you, your husband's dirty talk and eagerness turned you on more than ever before— maybe it was something primal, something natural, who knows, but by the Stars were you turned on.

He bent down and pressed his lips into yours in a slow, messy kiss, capturing your moans in between his lips. "That's it... love you, love how wet you are f'me"

"Mm love you too," You mumbled over his lips.

Anakin bit his lip as he looked at your face contorting in pleasure, his fingers found your sweet spot over and over again when he curled them to nudge your g-spot, he pumped them in and out of you, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy being downright sinful. He leant down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, sucking hard before moving on to the other. "You're so tight... love it when you squeeze me like that."

You couldn't help the moans escaping your lips, he was being so dirty and while you didn't know why, you enjoyed it. Anakin smirked, his thumb quickly found your clit again as he rubbed it in tight circles, two of his fingers still fingering your wet pussy. "That's my girl... you like that? Huh?"

"Baby I'm-" You managed to warn, feeling your orgasm near as he kept fingering you mercilessly, your wetness dripping down his fingers and your clit so stimulated it hurt.

Anakin cooed as he felt you trembling underneath him, his fingers moving faster inside of you. He was a man on a mission, and his mission was to make you cum. "Cum for me baby... that's it, just like that, so pretty f'me."

Anakin continued to talk you through it, praising you for being so good to him as he felt you cum around his fingers, your pussy squeezing them. He continued to finger fuck you roughly before pulling out and moving completely on top of you, one of his hands holding his weight along with his legs, as he used his other hand to pump his painfully hard cock, "I need t'fill you up baby, make you round with my kids, let me fill you up. Can I?"

"Please." The way he begged could've made you cum again, his voice was so desperate and borderline whiny, his cock so hard his tip was red, leaking precum.

Anakin sighed in relief, sliding his tip up and down your slit to gather your wetness before pressing forward on your entrance, slowly thrusting into you, a white translucent ring of your arousal growing around his cock as he pushed in— he gave you barely any time for you to adjust to his size and girth before he began moving, his hips slamming against yours. His metal hand moved to cup your face gently as he stared down at you. "You're so beautiful... love the way you look when I fuck you."

You could barely keep eye contact without your eyes rolling back from pleasure, which made Anakin chuckle as he leant down to kiss you again, making sure to move his hips in an angle that had his heavy cock dragging against your walls, brushing against your g-spot. "That's it baby... love how much you like this."

You let out a surprised sound as, out of nowhere, Anakin placed your legs over his shoulders, pressing down his weight on you to make you fold in half, your own legs near your head because of the angle.

Anakin's eyes rolled back as he felt how deep he was in your pussy now, you gripped the sheets tightly, your walls starting to clamp down on him like a vice grip. He pumped into you, being balls deep inside you now, determined to make you his. "Fuck... love how tight you are around me."

You two had never tried the mating press position before, but damn does it feel good, his cock drove deeper then ever, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust, the vein in the side of his shaft rubbing and pressing against your g-spot.

Anakin smirked as he looked down at you and how utterly lost you were in pleasure, he kissed you again before pulling back to press kisses to your neck, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit again. "That's it, that's it, cum for me baby... let go, just let it happen."

The way he fucked you, his fingers rubbing your clit, the way he talked to you and the tone of his voice, plus the undeniable knowledge of what he was after, made you cum again, moaning his name a little more high pitched than before.

Anakin moaned as he felt you cum around him again, your walls squeezing tightly. Nevertheless, he kept fucking you through your orgasm. "Gonna fill you up now, hm? Fill you with my seed."

The overstimulation was too much at that point, and all you could do was moan and whimper as he kept fucking you— you nod to let him know it's okay for him to cum inside.

Anakin's pace was faltering, his thrusts getting sloppy and irregular as he felt the familiar build up behind his balls, and finally he thrust into you one last time, his hips slamming against yours. He groaned loudly as he came inside of you, filling you up with his seed.

"Fuck... that's it baby... love you."

"Love you too..." You mumbled, too well fucked to say anything else, almost having being fucked to sleep.

Anakin chuckled softly as he pulled out of you, a mess of his cum and yours trailing out after his cock, he paid no mind to it, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you close. He gently laid down next to you, pulling you into a spooning position.

"Sleep tight my love... I gotcha." He kissed your cheek and your pretty lips over and over again with little affectionate pecks. "and tomorrow morning..."

"Tomorrow morning?" You asked softly, tired, snuggling up to him.

"We'll try again, I'm gonna make sure we do this every single day until you're pregnant with our little one. Then it can be our mission to keep that baby healthy and safe." He cooed softly before kissing your temple and your cheek. "Sleep tight now sweetheart... I love you."

[anakinstwinklebunny]

FATHERHOOD pt.2

TW: anakin being a dad; I purposely haven't named the child, basing on the assumption that it could be easier to read (just feel free to name him however you want), also the child is off the particular age- just have in mind he's a toddler

This time it was Anakin's turn to put your son down for a nap. As usual, it was a challenge, given the boy's boundless energy. But, being the creative individual he was, Anakin quickly came up with a clever idea to make the task easier, at least when it was his turn.

Anakin chuckled as he watched his son make his way through the living room hallway, the little boy's wobbling steps and determined expression bringing a smile to his face. The toddler knelt down to grasp the toy in his small hand and turned to sprint back towards Anakin, clutching the bunny close to his chest.

You descended the stairs, entering the living room just in time to witness an amusing scene. Your brows furrowed as you observed Anakin sitting on the floor, his proud dad-smirk gleaming on his too-perfect face.

You approached him and asked, "Ani, what are you doing?"

He glanced at you with a sly smile "Tiring him out."

As if on cue, Anakin tossed the toy for their little boy once again, who became fixated on the flying object. With a playful tone, Anakin inquired, "Where's the bunny, little man? Where do you have it?"

"Uh," the boy looked down at the wooden floor, his small form crouching down to quickly grab the toy.

"Yes, that's right... now give it to me, baby," Anakin said with a soft, encouraging tone.

You watched the scene unfold before you, your expression a mix of surprise and amusement. It wasn't exactly unexpected, given Anakin's tendency for unique solutions. However, you couldn't help but feel a small twinge of disbelief.

"Ani," you spoke up, a hint of amusement in your tone, "he's not a dog, you know."

A sly chuckle escaped Anakin's lips as he heard your remark. "I know, I know," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "but come on, it's hilarious, and he's having fun."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes and let out a small sigh. "You're gonna exhaust him," you warned.

Anakin merely shrugged, his smirk never leaving his face. "That's the idea," he replied shamelessly, "He'll easily fall asleep."

There was a mix of confusion and concern within you. In some ways, Anakin's method seemed smart and practical, but deep down, an unease lingered. Your heart ached, as if the boy was in danger, fearing he might become queasy after being too dizzy.

And whenever your gaze landed on Anakin's face, you knew there was more to his actions than simple tiredness. "You're making fun of him," you interjected.

Anakin let out a small huff, his expression a mix of stubbornness and amusement. "I mean, yeah, a little," he admitted. "But it's just harmless fun. He doesn't mind, look how well he's doing, how eager he is to bring me the toy" He gestured towards the toddler

"He's whining," you countered in calm and steady tone

Anakin's gaze shifted to the boy, who was waddling back towards him with a whiny expression on his face. "Yeah, but that's just because he's working those little legs,"

Anakin's expression softened as the boy threw himself onto his chest, prompting a hearty laugh from the man. He ran his hand affectionately through the boy's unruly curls, a soft smile on his face. "There you are, little guy," he murmured, gently taking the bunny from the boy's hand "Now, gimme a kiss."

The boy's clumsy peck prompted a wider smile from Anakin to the point where he could feel pain from his muscles. But how could he stop smiling when he had such boy opposite him? "There we go, who's my good boy?" he cooed

"Me" The baby's lisp was undeniably adorable for both of you

"That's right," Anakin's voice filled with tenderness "You're my good boy, and the sweetest little baby anyone could ever see."

Anakin tossed the bunny further across the hall once more, his gaze following the baby as he let out a whiny sigh and began shakily waddling towards it. "There you go, little man. Go get it," he said with a chuckle.

You couldn't help but interject with another sigh, "You're talking to him like he's a dog."

He couldn't help but tease you a little. "I mean, they're kinda the same," he started jokingly. "Both cute, cuddly, and love playing fetch..."

"Ani!" you gasped at his words, which seemed to only spur him on further, causing him to burst into laughter.

"Oh come on, I'm kidding," Anakin protested with a grin. "But you gotta admit, their similarities are uncanny."

You rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance, "Stop."

"Well, he responds to it, doesn't he?" he grinned "It's all harmless fun. Besides, he's having a blast."

He then turned his attention to the boy, who had returned with the bunny in hand, not hiding his whines "See? He loves it. Look how fast he comes back. He's such a good boy, aren't you, bud?"

Anakin's smile grew even wider at the toddler's lisped 'yes' in response to his question. He gently embraced the boy in a warm hug, his voice turning more affectionate and sweet "See? Harmless fun."

The sight of the two most important people in your life, cuddled together, brought a loving smile to your face.

It was in moments like these that you found yourself falling in love all over again, feeling grateful for everything you had in life. A wonderful, incredible husband, and a sweet, adorable child.

Anakin spoke gently to the boy with a loving tone, "Go on, one more time baby..and we'll finish, hm?" He then threw the toy once more, his gaze fixed on the son.

It was evident that the toddler's energy was being affected by Anakin's methods, as his once clumsy run had slowed down considerably. You couldn't help but murmur, a mix of resignation in your tone, "Your parenting ways are definitely...essantional."

A sly smile crept across Anakin's face and he responded sarcastically, "I like to think of it as a creative and innovative parenting. And hey, it gets the job done, right? I mean, look at him. He's the cutest little bunny-chaser you've ever seen.. Essential parenting techniques passed down from the great Anakin Skywalker himself."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his statement, your tone laced with feigned sarcasm, "You're truly an extraordinary parent, Anakin." you took a seat next to him on the floor

Anakin let out a playful huff before turning his gaze down to the baby who returned with the plushie in hand. "Hey, don't dismiss my parenting skills so quickly," he protested and then kissed the boy's tired face. "He's a walking testament to my remarkable parenting style. He might be a bit spoiled, but he's also adorable as hell."

You couldn't help but shake your head fondly, a lingering smile on your face as the boy nuzzled into Anakin's chest to clearly signalize his tiredness. Anakin wrapped his arm around the baby, letting him snuggle further. His hand moved up to stroke the boy's hair with a warm and affectionate smile. "There you go, there you go," he murmured gently. "That's my little koala, clinging to daddy like a little fuzzy companion..bet you got tired, huh?"

The boy's faint, muffled babbling against Anakin's robe was endearing. There was a hint of a victorious smirk on Anakin's face as he glanced at you, as if he had just won some kind of competition by inducing the boy to sleep.

Without any delay, he shifted the toddler in his arms and stood from the floor, ensuring to grab the plushie. "Yeah, thought so," he said, a playful tone in his voice. "You're starting to get cranky, aren't you? That means it's naptime and we have another mission: tucking you in your lovely crib." his eyes moved to yours "we're gonna say bye to mommy, hm?"

The little one mumbled a sleepy "bye bye" with his cheeks puffing out adorably. His waving hand was rather clumsy yet still priceless. You responded with your own farewell, your voice filled with affection.

"Bye bye baby..." you echoed, your heart fluttering with tenderness as you watched the scene play out.

As Anakin smiled at you one last time before leaving the room, you couldn't help but keep your gaze fixed on him and the little boy in his arms. You listened to his gentle murmurs and watched him softly kiss the child's temple before disappearing upstairs.

A wave of emotions washed over you as you reflected on how you had once felt scared of becoming a mother. But now, as your hand instinctively reached down to your swollen belly, gently caressing the growing life within, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips and tears welled up in your eyes.

You were the happiest you could ever be

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[gladiatorcunt]

alsooo… food for thought! modern!coryo learning that you’re a virgin and what he’d be like when he gets to fuck you for the first time 😏😏

🍽️ SEND ME ASKS ABOUT CORYO, LUKE CASTELLAN, OR ANAKIN (THIS IS A THREAT)

CW: afab!reader, feminization/use of bride/reader's pussy is assigned she/her pronouns, extra extra political empire heir coriolanus snow in tears over pussy read all about it, fair amount of marriage talk, mentions of being willing to murder others & trap reader, mandatory sejanus mention, coryo puts on his person suit just for you <3, this is not the darkest point in the au but the au is "soft" dark content overall

One thing about modern!coryo is that he gives you much more grace than some of his other friends would have. (Festus is "rumored" to be carrying multiple stds and Felix's family has a whole section in their budget just for child support. Sejanus is the only one in that group that's kind of normal by comparison.) When you start dating, he can tell that you're inexperienced at least; but the green-eyed monster always on his shoulder doesn't let him fully believe that you're a virgin.

He's... patient unlike most college boys. He's horny beyond comprehension, but he doesn't latch onto you like a leech after the first date (He's so kind 😊). Sure, there's a festering need sweltering under his skin and boiling his blood, but he's no strange to playing the long game. To him, every time he fucks you is going to feel like your wedding night (Cause he's in this for MARRIAGE). You're the only one he would use the phrase "making love" with. Before you, every other whore that hung off his dick was just there because he was high on his status (and a couple other things). He apologizes about being with others before you as if he were actively cheating on you.

He'd pay to have them disappear if you wanted.

Anyway.

He finds out in a benign way; you're making out on your creaky twin bed in your dorm. (You hadn't moved in together at the time, so he had to settle for his long limbs awkwardly knocking against the wall and nightstand every time you were getting intimate.) He keeps the kiss going as he rises up on his knees and nudges you on your back. He shoots his hands out under your body to catch you just in case (and so you can't leave).

"Wait….” You say and bury your hands in his hair to try to pry his mouth off of your neck, “Coryo, stop. I need a second."

He almost pouts but he relents and moves back to hover over you. Some of his curls dangle down and tickle your face but you just scrunch your nose up like a bunny at the feeling.

His brow furrows in confusion, "What is it, baby? Are you okay?"

You squirm under his body for a moment in embarrassment until you decide to just rip the band aid off. You run your hands up his torso and over his shoulders, curling them around the nape of his neck and giving him the little head scratches he likes. His eyes flutter shut as electricity shoots up his body.

"I'm uh...... I've never done this before, ever." He barely hears it with how quietly you whisper.

He can't help teasing you in response, "Baby, you can just say that you're a virgin if that's what you are."

He chuckles when you "playfully" smack him in the chest. Coryo makes sure you can watch his gaze soften as he brings a hand up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. You've given him a gift, and Coriolanus Snow is nothing if not an avid appreciator or gifts. He leans down to rub the side of your nose with his, bringing his other hand down to press on your lower belly.

"Petal... I don't care that you're a virgin, we don't have to do anything today. I won't mind, don't worry."

He can see your brain working hard to make a decision, the cogs in your cute little head turning. You don't bite you lip for very long (which is a good thing because his dick was about to explode) before you're canting up to kiss him.

You've gotten a lot better at it overtime, and Coryo has adored every second of helping you get to that place. He's never been in love before so it's almost like you're teaching him new things too. He wonders if this is how his father felt, only having room in your heart for one person and closing it to everything else. He almost can't blame him, now that he's got you.

It was all going so well until he's wrestling your lace down your smooth legs, he's pressing tiny little pecks along your skin as your underwear travels. He doesn't quite take them off and just leaves them pooled around your ankles. The material stretches as he slides his hands up your inner thighs and spreads them.

You give him your best 'do NOT fucking rip my underwear' look but he just sends back an answering 'you know I'll buy you new ones.'

The puffy pussy that winks up at him makes him want to cry. Aphrodite could come down to earth right now and bend over right in front of him, but all he'd see is his future wife's glistening folds. He'd never really found a cunt cute before, but yours was bringing forward yet another wave of cuteness aggression. You have no hope of getting through to him once he's got his thumb hooked under your hood. He honest to God coos as he gently scrapes his thumb nail against your clit.

The giddy laugh that bubbles up when you involuntarily kick at him makes your cheeks heat up in what is unfortunately not embarrassment.

"Shit." He sniffles and wipes away an actual tear as he tilts his head to the side to get a different angle, "She's beautiful..."

It's the same tone he'll have when he says his vows.

Coryo then decides that he's tired of waiting so he tugs your panties off your ankles and uncaringly throws them somewhere on the floor. He smiles and lays down in between your legs, leaving some space in between your bodies so he could see where you two will be joined.

His curls hang in your face again as he leans down to nip at your nose, so you won't really notice when he shoves his pants down.

You can't hide how much you want to see all of him, he watches you glance down at his hard cock that slapped against his stomach as it flopped free. Despite Coryo obviously not having the biggest build in the world, the third leg he's been apparently carrying around all this time is more than enough for him (and for you). It's an angry sort of purplish red, thick and long like his fingers with a mushroom head that might as well have been calling your name.

"My eyes are up here, you know." He chides you as he gets your attention back on him by shaking his hefty cock in his balled fist, getting drops of salty pre cum on your pussy before sandwiching it between your folds.

He blissfully sighs and tosses his head back as if he were a king celebrity a long-awaited victory with a toe-curling fuck.

Essentially, he's like "fresh pussy just for me 👉👈🥺?” He's sat right at the dining table and ready to dive into his favorite three-course meal (your holes).

[skywalkr-nberrie]

To piggyback on my previous post! I talked about how Anakin and Padmé were so close that they wanted each other in all aspects of their lives, and I discussed a little about how they have fun and let loose as close friends whom are also husband and wife, enjoying their time together and letting loose.

But, there’s more to it than just that! We know that Anakin and Padmé wanted to be in each others lives not just as husband and but also as best friends. But it’s also true that they weren’t just friends either… but they were a duo in all categories! Whether it was on the basis of senate work, or in the battlefield together. They stood side by side, doing the right thing, hand in hand!

This excerpt from the Brotherhood novel so beautifully uses the opportunity to express this layer to Anidala’s relationship! Anakin sometimes sits with Padmé when he’s on world, visiting her, with her senatorial duties. Helping her with her research, uploading files, and remembering to pass along key information to OW for her when he had the chance. Anakin who’s revolted by politics puts his disdain on the back burner to be a good and supporting husband and partner for the love of his life. Because they’re a duo, and they’re a team no matter what the situation is.

And I can’t make this post without mentioning what a battle couple they both are together. We see beautiful examples of this in the AOTC movie itself, when they fight side by side on Geonosis, and how often they’re seen teaming up and going on missions together in TCW, but also some of my favourite examples are in the comics themselves! (Star Wars Adventures #5 and #12, and Halycon Legacy.)

And apart of me also feels like this was why Padmé was okay to let Anakin remain a Jedi while they had their baby. Yes, we all know that she encouraged him to stay because the Republic needed him, and Padmé is someone who’s loyal to justice and peace, but a bigger part of her didn’t want him to leave (despite wanting to run away with him.) because it was something that meant a lot of Anakin himself. She says as much in both the ROTS and Junior ROTS novels.

Padmé knew that she could still have ways to serve the people while also having her dream life with Anakin, raising their babies someplace safe. But her worry was always with Anakin. She loved him too much to see him give up on his dreams. He would be in her life either way, as her husband and the father of her children no matter what, so she was content with settling for sticking to their duties while also having their baby.

And this brings me back to my original point, that this is a result of Anakin and Padmé including one another in all levels of their lives, that it’s the point where they’re basically inseparable. Of course, Padmé also just wanted to run away more than anything with Anakin at the end of ROTS leave behind duty (and of course, that’s what they decided to do in the end.) however, there’s also always that justice seeking drive in them both that makes them want to help everyone in need. It’s a core value they both share, and that’s why they’re supportive of each other’s respective positions. It’s even why they adore and admire each other. Their capability to love one another so much, and to ingrain and desire each other in all aspects of their lives and not just one, is one of the very many reasons why Anakin and Padmé are so compatible.

Truly a transcendent love 🚀💛🪷

[thedisc0spider]

can u write spencer introducing reader to star wars💕💕?? ive never seen it 😭

Star Wars

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Summary: Spencer is really excited to introduce you to Star Wars.

Warnings: reader gets a little stressed out, cursing, pre established relationship, reader works at smosh, not proof read!

Fluff!!!!

Point of view: 2nd person

A/n: this request was so adorable and I had so much fun writing it! I took this prompt and ran (maybe a little to far) with it SO if this wasn’t what you wanted I’m so sorry!! Id be willing to rewrite it if so.

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You can already tell today will be very interesting. Well, the next few weeks actually.

A few days ago you had revealed to Spencer that you’ve never seen a Star Wars movie. Of course, he was shocked as to how this was the first he was hearing of it.

“You’ve never seen a Star Wars movie? How?”

“I don’t know, when I was a kid I wasn’t allowed to watch it and by the time I was an adult there were way too many and starting just felt overwhelming.” You shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

To Spencer, it was not nothing.

So he convinced, nay, begged you to watch with him.

“Come on, it’s like my favorite thing! We always watch (y/f/s) together, baby. Pleaseeeeeee.”

What were you gonna do, say no? How could you? He was right, you always forced him to watch what you wanted, so it was only fair that you comply.

However, you were still a little exhausted just thinking about the idea of committing to an entire film series. You looked it up, it will take you 25 hours and 7 minutes to watch all the Star Wars movies. This, however, includes the nine movies from the Skywalker saga and the two anthology movies, Rogue One and Solo. Excluding the anthology movies, it will take you 20 hours and 39 minutes to watch and Spencer gave in and promised not to make you watch the anthology films.

‘Okay,’ you think, ‘if we watch one movie a night it will only take a little over a week. That’s not bad, right?’

You tried to convince yourself, but you’ve always had issues with things like this. You’re a hard worker, so taking this much time to watch movies always felt like a waste to you. You felt like you could much easily find a better use of your time, like you were missing out on what you could’ve been spending on more productive activities. In all honesty, it stressed you out.

The work day is now over, you have just finished filming your last video of the day and you’re walking to the games pod to find your boyfriend. There he is, working on something on his computer. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you bury your head into his neck.

He lets out one of his signature stupid laughs and gently rubs your arm. “Im almost done, then we can go home.” You nod, and he leans his head onto yours, “are you excited?” He whispers.

You raise your head from his shoulder so your faces are level, “hmm… depends. Are there any hot guys in these movies?” You squint your eyes.

Spencer laughs, “oh, yeah, definitely. Just wait ‘til you see Han Solo.” He raises his eyebrows, “or Anakin, he’s more your type.”

“Okay, now I’m excited.” You laugh, before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Spencer closes his laptop and begins to put away his belongings for the day while you sit in his chair. “Hey,” he says, still putting things in his bag, causing you to look up at him, “I really appreciate you doing this with me…” he turns to look at you, “like, it really means a lot that you’re letting me share something with you that’s important to me. I know you’re not really into all this… space stuff, but..” he shrugs, stepping closer, “it makes me really happy that you’re doing this, that’s all.”

Your heart melts hearing this. ‘How is he so perfect? I can’t believe I was being so selfish, making this about me when it’s not. Its about him. Who cares if it’s not productive in a conventional sense of the word? it’s productive for our relationship. That’s what matters. Us. Who cares about all this superficial shit? The only thing that truly matters is doing what makes you happy, and I’m happy with Spencer.’ You stand, walking to him until you’re standing directly in front of him.

You place your hands on either side of his face, looking up into his eyes. “You’re so sweet, you know that?” His hands find your waist as you lean into him, hugging him tightly. “Im honored you’re sharing this with me, sweetheart.”

You pull away from the hug and Spencer smiles at you, before kissing your forehead briefly. “I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too.” The two of you kiss, lost in your own little world for a moment. Its deep, yet sweet. Not rough or hasty, but full of love and passion. “We need to leave if we want to have time to actually watch the first movie, Spence.” You say, after pulling apart.

He rolls his eyes, turning to grab his backpack. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

The two of you walk to the parking lot, hand in hand, saying bye to the various cast and crew members you see on your way.

As you get into the drivers seat and connect your phone to the auxiliary cord, Spencer suddenly speaks out, “oh, shit, I almost forgot. Do you want to watch the movies in chronological order or in release order?” He asks, looking over at you.

You look up from your phone, thinking to yourself for a second before you turn your head to meet his gaze, your eyebrows furrowed.

“They weren’t released in chronological order?”

[uyuartik]

othello ch. 1 | anakin skywalker x reader

tags: othello au mini series, no major character death (just want to make that clear), borderline dark fic, but this chapter is just tooth-rotting fluff, smut comes way later, lots of miscommunication, lots of sadness and stress

summary: He looks troubled, but it is all fixed at the sight of you.

a/n: okay, here we go!! this is still the very beginning, but it's the most important piece in my opinion, and i'm obsessed with how sweet this was. i hope you agree as well! let me know in the comments or reblogs, or simply by liking!

enjoy, and hope to see you soon!

also crossposted on ao3!

word count: 818

prologue | ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | finale

chapter 1

Of course, his love faltering was never the first thing you suspected when you saw him distracted, a few weeks after your arrival in Cyprus. That could never be the case—not even the last thing you’d suspect, even if you were on the brink of death. And surely, he didn’t provide any suggestions for that case, the frown on his face disappearing at the sight of you, his eyes shining brighter than the Mediterranian sea.

His beautiful wife. His angel.

How could he not ignore the rest of the world when he was with you?

Wasn't that what he has always done, since that fated day, as you walked past the hall he was waiting in, gazes locking in curiosity? He’d forgotten all else at that moment, his purpose, his manners, even his name… It was your melodic voice that brought them back- or should he say lend back, as his being belonged to you henceforth- and he started talking with you, like a miracle, reveling in each word he said to earn an answer from you, and reveling in each word you say, blessed to hear.

After that, at every chance he got to talk to you- sometimes he felt like it was only him that did the talking, but my God, you showed how you took every sentence into your heart, and since you positively rambled on for hours and hours, it was nothing embarrassing. He adored how you worried when he told you he had been injured in a combat years ago- even as you currently saw him safe and well, he honored how you pushed through your distaste for violence and blood to listen to him more, to be involved in his life. You two had almost gotten caught the night he talked about his life before the army, his late mother and the dunes of sand he hated. He never preferred disclosing those subjects, but as you asked more questions, trying to get everything right and to understand him, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, just overwhelmed by the love he had for you, and the obvious proof that you had it too. He didn’t think twice about gifting you his mother’s napkin under that moon, and he never thought it  not fit in your bosom. In his eyes, the two halves of his world had finally come together- and he couldn’t be more content.

“My lord!” You chirped, the sound putting some color into his vision once more, and his arms opened wide, then wrapped around you tightly. The invisible weight around his shoulders dissolved, and the muddy clouds that blinded his mind temporarily dispersed into thin air, leaving their place for your soft touch and sweet perfume. 

“My sweet lady.” He whispered with a wide grin, not a hint of his previous troubles evident now. He pressed you closer, and even lifted you off of your feet for a second or two. Your high laughter echoed through the walls of the garden- surely that was a little too much, but it was your house after all? But still, redness crept into your cheeks, a color he only found in the most exquisite, expensive roses. As he set you back, his arm stayed looped around your waist, digging into the silk fabric. Your hands twitched with the itch to hold onto him, any part of him, but you didn't, impatiently waiting for his friend to bid their farewell. Iago didn’t linger anyway, the baby steps he took undone by your simple presence in seconds. He needed a moment to calm down, and another to strengthen his plan.

Then, you two were alone in the confines of your home, belonging solely to each other. You pulled him closer, tilting your head up to meet his expecting lips. You had been craving him too, as you do all the time he's away. The touch was… everything, putting an end to your miseries, filling your body with warmth and reassurance and happiness. He tasted you like you were the only thing that would quench his thirst, and you adored the way he treated you with the utmost care, but pushed you to your limits. This always left a tingling sensation on your lips, sometimes making you feel his kiss even hours after he was gone. This was what being married to him was like, both the togetherness and the separation causing excitement, keeping your hearts young and minds hopeful, your spirits content with the knowledge that the two of you were to share a life time.

With beaming eyes, you tucked one of his unruly curls behind his ear, noticing how long his hair had gotten. He reciprocated, but the impervious smile reminded you of the moment that it wasn't there, and you had to ask.

“Are you okay, my dearest love?” 

The light in his eyes didn't dim even a little. “Better now, angel.”

[hayden-christensen-verse]

A Mothers anguish-A father's punishment

Warnings: DDDNE, main character death, allusions to r@pe, child murder, death, suicide, unborn child killed and other possible triggering things

don't like then please don't read

y/n pov

I've been trapped here on this stupid ship for years and it only feels like yesterday that he took me here after he killed my children……..

“Oh my sweet luke and leia….” I sob out into my hands before looking up and out the window and seeing the part of the galaxy where we've stopped at. I remember it so clearly it was 5 years after order 66, with the help of obi wan i was able to birth my twins, luke and leia and help me settle down on tatooine. Obi wan also told me anakin had fallen into the dark side, something i thought impossible of anakin. We also had to pursue him to confront him and only for him to force choke me to unconsciousness and only woke up when the battle between obi wan and anakin's fight was over. Luke and Leia were adorable and looked like Anakin so much and the years flew by and my children were 5 and so full of life and HE came.

Flashback

I was in the kitchen humming an old lullaby only to hear my children scream out in fear. I rushed outside only to find lukes’ neck in the hands of darth vader struggling and leia with a still slightly smoking wound in her chest. 

“M-mama” Luke choked out, his little hand reaching out and eyes pleading for me, only to go limp and lifeless with a sick crunch and let go to fall next to his motionless sister. I scream out in agony and rush forwards, dropping to my knees scrambling to clutch my lifeless children. The last thing i had of anakin, i weep desperately into my childrens bodys’ as vader watches unmoved before im struck in the back of the head, vision going dark.

Flashback over

It's been 18 years since then and ive had one more child with another on the way. I love my new children but still weep for my long lost ones. Atlas my son with vader, he has my deep (e/c) and my (h/c) and there are other qualities that mirror anakins and that's how i found out that vader was anakin but sick and twisted, a shell of a dutiful and loving man i knew. If I was honest I did not want any more kids but Vader cared very little about my opinion and forced me to have atlas and soon another on the way. I had nearly thrown up when I found out, to know he had killed his own children without mercy. As I stare out the huge window still lost in thought to be snapped back to reality to a knock on my door.

“Come in” my tone authoritatively turned my body to the door, the long dress twisting with my body. Incomes a stormtrooper and he bows before speaking and as the words escape his mouth my eyes widen and my fears have come to fruition yet again

“Empress, i'm here to report to you that prince atlas has been killed in battle” and after he finished he bowed again and walked out of vaders’ and my chambers. I stand there frozen in agony and anguish of losing yet another one of my babies. I clutch my growing bump before falling to my knees and let out scream from the back of my throat, one only a mother grieving her child could let out. I fall forwards onto my hands, tears leaving small puddles on the gray steel floors. My mind races with thoughts and worries for the only remaining child I have, the one in my womb and My mind spiraling into a dark place.

“ I won't let him take my last child, not my little  juniper” I whisper out protectively, eyes wide and full of tears still, searching my room for something and I finally spot it. I get up and stumble over it. I reach my hand forwards and wrap my hands around the cold steel handle of the dagger and lift it up to my eyes before turning around and walking to my bedside table to retrieve one last thing. Opening my drawer to the bedside table I fish out anakins and my old wedding rings, his a silver band with my (e/c) as the jewels around the band and mine with a silver band as well with a good size steely blue gem as the centerpiece. I look at them lovingly and smile sadly, I slowly shift my eyes to the new wedding band Vader gave me. It's black and red, it screams sith, I reach up and rip the vile ring off and throw it at the wall. I return to the window and I kneel onto my knees and raise the dagger up to align to my womb before thrusting it into myself and I bite my lip to muffle my scream, I pull the blade out to then thrust it back in again in a different area of my womb. After a couple more thrust the dagger falls from my hand and clatters to the floor. I fall to my side hugging my belly, shedding tears that slide across the bridge of my nose to land on the floor, I bring my clasped hand to look at me and Anakin's wedding rings before placing a final kiss upon his ring and resting my hand against my chest. I slowly feel myself dying from blood loss and whisper out one last thing unknown to me the force carried it to the shell of the man i said it about and go lifeless

“Anakin……i-i love you forever and always my dear sun…”

Vader pov

I stand in my throne room facing the wide window that shows the galaxy as i think of atlas when i hear a faint whisper in my mind

“Anakin……i-i love you forever and always, my beloved sun…”

My eyes widened behind my mask and realized she sounded weak. A chill runs down my spine and a pit of dread forms in my stomach. Worriedly I turned around and pushed myself as fast as I could down the halls of the ship to my chambers, doors sliding open to reveal my wife laying on the ground in a puddle of her own blood, her once white dress now red and clinging to her form. I rushed towards her dropping to my knees beside her to turn her onto her back, seeing the blood had come from her belly. I moved her into my arms and cradled against my chest and began rocking back and forward. My breathing comes out patchy through the vocoder and tears fogging the lenses of my mask. My mind wanders over the last 18 years and everything happening, I realize I was cruel and vile to her and the death of Atlas must have been the tipping point. I have taken her against her will, killed my own children and isolated her from everything. I let out a muffled scream as it all hits at once, I rest my head against her looking into her dull lifeless eyes and bring a hand up to close them. Here i sit and wallow in my regrets and grief

All I have done was for not, I'm alone again and it's all my fault 

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan: *summoned to the council at age 28, his Padawan and master both refusing to leave his side when they hear who’s come to the temple to see him for fear of them stealing him away* Alright, let’s do this, what can I help you… all… wow. There sure are a lot of you…

Kenobi Matriarch: O’ben! My sweet little freckled boy, come give your mummy a hug! *pulls him in forcibly so she can kiss his cheeks and pinch them* Oh you are just the cutest! Ernian, isn’t he just cute?

Kenobi Patriarch: Adorable. Are you sure he’s ours, Mimi?

Mimi: Of course I am, a mother always knows. *lets Obi-Wan be dragged into a crowd of redheads so Ernian can introduce him to his four sisters, two brothers and three cousins that took the journey with them, takes the chance to glare at Jinn before grinning and pulling Anakin into her bosom* You must be my baby’s baby, huh? Lookit that blonde hair, so pretty. How old are you, cherry pie?

Anakin: *confused* Um, almost thirteen.

Mimi: Oh, that’s a good age. You look healthy for it, your teacher was a waif at that age, from the pictures we were sent while he was growing up.

Anakin: *knows that Obi-Wan was very paranoid and thin at that age, but not why* Yeah. He’s bigger now. He says he wants to grow a beard.

Mimi: Oh, that’ll be nice. His uncle on his papa’s side has a very nice beard.

Yoda: *comes dottering over* Happy we are, to connect a child to their home past the impressionable age of childhood that can confuse them, but wonder we do, why now?

Mimi: Does he always talk like that? Been doin it since we got here?

Qui-Gon: Heh, yeah, try growing up with him. O’ben used to mock him straight to his face as a kid.

Yoda: Spirit, he has! Gumption!

Qui-Gon: O’ben’s his favorite.

Mimi: He’s everyone’s favorite, from what I’ve heard. Now now, we don’t want to get O’ben all in a tizzy by inviting him to a family gathering, that would just be too much family for him to handle.

Anakin: Master handles parties very well?

Qui-Gon: *puts his hands on Anakin’s shoulders* He /survives/ parties, grandpadawan, he handles them by surviving them.

Mimi: Exactly. Just like my Ernian, from what nice Master Mace tells me.

Qui-Gon: *glares at Mace because he knows damn well her initial glare at him was from Mace’s storytelling*

Mimi: Anyways, a bunch of us had reason to head this way, decided to make it a mini reunion of sorts. Well, more like O’ben’s first time meeting most of them, but listen, my brother and husband and I got a bet to settle once and for all. Which we need to see O’ben to settle it.

Qui-Gon: *loves bets* Oh??

Mimi: Yessiree, we been wondering how many adult fangs O’ben has.

Qui-Gon: …I don’t actually know the answer to that one? He hasn’t bitten me in years.

Mace: He bit me less than two months ago after a spar. I startled him while he was in attack mode, but he was also still in sparring mindset, didn’t make the fangs drop.

Anakin: I’m sorry, what? Master has fangs?

Mimi: Sure does, baby! Alla us do. It’s Stewjoni genetics. See I got a total of eight droppable fangs, and Ernian’s only got four, so all of our kids have had a mix. We’ve even seen five in onea the boys, but he chose to get that one replaced, since it bothered him. We need to know how many fangs O’ben has to settle the bet.

Anakin: *eyes sparkling* How do you drop them?

Mimi: *pulls up her upper lip, and presses down on the gums above her canines on the left side, dropping two sharp fangs* Jus like that, sugar.

Anakin: *firm nod* Okay, I got this. *darts off into the crowd and manages to drag Obi-Wan outta the thick of it, before climbing him till he sighs and sits down, climbs into his lap*

Obi-Wan: *ignoring his cooing and snickering family while his child sits on him* Can I help you, Padawan mine?

Anakin: I wanna see the fangs.

Obi-Wan: *blushes super hard* I… really?

Anakin: Yeah. Your mom has super cool fangs, I want to see yours too.

Obi-Wan: *gives his mom a wary look before sighing, opening his mouth and manually depressing on each section, ignoring the way everyone in the room is watching* See? Not all that interesting.

Anakin: *looks back at Mimi* He has six. Who wins the bet.

Cousin 3: Gimme a minute to do the math for averages- *has the pad in his hands snatched by deft little fingers as Anakin steals it to do his math for him*

Anakin: Average looks like five?

Brother 2: Shit. I threw off the average, didn’t I?

Anakin: Were you the one with only five?

Brother 2: Yeah.

Anakin: Then yes.

Ernian: *fist pump in the air* I win! The pot is mine!

Mimi: *deep sigh, before coming over to sit next to her youngest and who she’s decided is a pretty good grandson* Well, we tried. *pulls a very confused Obi-Wan into her side for a hug* Still, we’ll be on the planet for a few days, it’d be nice to get to know you a bit better.

Obi-Wan: *blushy blushy* Oh, um, okay. That sounds nice. Anakin too?

Mimi: Yeah, O’ben, Anakin too.

Anakin: *snuggling against his master’s shoulder* We should all go to the room of a thousand fountains. It’s bigger. Less crowded. My mom works in the garages, she can come too?

Mimi: *absolutely enchanted with little baby grandson just like Obi-Wan is* Yeah, I’d like to meet her.

[ginax0916]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏.𝟑𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

Anakin POV:

"Ani! Stop! I can't breathe!" Y/n yelled as I tickled her everywhere. Our laughter lit up the room.

"Ok! I'm sorry I'm sorry" I said through laughter.

"You know I hate being tickled!" She said.

"But I love seeing you laugh" I smiled at her.

"Ani there's other ways to make me laugh!" She protested.

"Yea but this is my favorite way" I kissed her cheek sweetly making her blush.

"You're blushing" I chuckled.

"Stoppp" Y/n replied. Dragging out the P and hiding her face in her hands.

"Hey don't hide that pretty face baby" I hugged her bringing her onto my lap where she stayed for hours.

꧁☆꧂

"Anakin! Help please! Come quickly!" I heard y/n screaming in fear.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened? Are you ok?" I yelled back panicking already thinking of terrible things that might've happened to her.

"There's a spider on the floor Ani! Kill it please" She said as she hid behind me holding onto my arm seeking comfort.

"Baby don't do that I got scared I thought something bad happened to you" I replied while killing the spider and turning around so I was facing her.

"I'm sorry" she apologized looking up at me with those pretty doe eyes.

"How could I never not forgive that pretty face hm?" I said cupping her cheeks and kissing her softly. Then hugging her until my arms grew tired.

꧁☆꧂

I woke up to the bright Coruscant sun shining through the crack of the blinds. Y/n cuddled up next to me, still deep asleep. I stared at her in adoration. She's so beautiful. Her luscious hazelnut hair fell down over her shoulders as her head laid on my chest. Her long eyelashes touching as her eyes remained closed. Her soft pink plump lips sealed together as she slept. Her body fit perfectly into mine as she cuddled closer into me. I love her so much.

"Why're you staring at me like that?" Y/n suddenly said with that soft voice that I adore so much.

"You're just so beautiful" I pecked her lips.

"I love you" She said hugging me tight and hiding her head in the crook of my neck.

"I love you too beautiful" I hugged her back even tighter. Never wanting to let go.

꧁☆꧂

"I'm home!" I yelled back as I returned home from my month long mission.

"Ani!!" I heard y/n squeal.

She ran to me and hugged me so tight it felt like my ribs were breaking. She kissed me all over my face and passionately kissed my lips. I kissed her back immediately grabbed her by her hips and pulling her closer, if that was even possible.

"I missed you so much Ani you have no idea. I couldn't sleep without you I had to spray your cologne on a pillow and pretend it was you!" Y/n said in a voice that sounded like she was about to burst into tears.

"It's ok baby I'm here now. And I missed you too, more than you can imagine." I comforted her.

"Come on let's go cuddle on the couch and look at the stars as you tell me everything about your mission" She said as I stared at her in adoration.

"Sounds like a lovely thing to do baby" I kissed her and carried her to the couch where I told her everything for hours and hours until she fell asleep in my arms.

꧁☆꧂

And now I lay alone on the bed we once used to share. I live in the apartment that once used to belong to both of us. I eat on the dinning table where we once both used to tell each other about our day.

I stare at the blank white ceiling with nothing better to do. I've been in a state of depression since the day I lost my y/n. There's no reason to be happy if she's not the person I wake up to every morning. If she's not the person I hug every time I need it. If she's not the shoulder I can cry on when I feeling down.

I still remember the day I lost her vividly. It haunts me everyday. I could be living my best life on Naboo with my beautiful wife if it wasn't for the war that took her from me.

"Ani you've gotta let me go" she spoke with a voice so low I could barley hear her.

"No no no! Y/n keep your eyes open for me please love don't close them! I can't live without you please baby don't go." I screamed through tears.

"I'm sorry Ani it wasn't supposed to end this way" she cried as I brought her closer to me.

"Baby stay with me please I can't do this without you please" I cried while resting my forehead on hers.

"I had the best life with you my love. I'll never forget the years I spent with you. All the memories we made together. I'll always be by your side baby even if you can't see me" She whispered softly as tears fell down her face.

"I loved it too. I loved all of it baby. I love you so much." I cried even harder as I kissed her cheek.

"I'll see you soon Ani. Keep trying my love it will all be ok. I love you." She cried as she kissed me for the last time ever.

"I love you too Y/n Skywalker." I kissed her back as I felt her body go limp in my arms. I screamed and cried harder than I've ever had in my life as I hugged her dead body. She was gone. She was truly gone.

That was the last time I ever saw my wife. I've cried every night since that day. It's burned into the back of my mind. I loved her more than anyone could imagine. I've thought about giving up and just ending it all just to see her again. But I keep trying. I keep trying for her.

Now all that I have left of her are the memories.

༻✵༺

A/N:

Hoped y'all enjoyed :)

[oh-three]

The Acolyte S1E3:

Ooooh, a female Zabrak. About time we got to see one.

Aniseya & Koril 👀

Damnn, they came from a whole group of people who wielded the Force. That's kinda cool. No wonder why Aniseya seemed concerned about the Jedi poking around.

Looks like Mae's always been the more assertive of the twins. Maybe I spoke too soon.

Something, something, Osha not feeling like Brendok is enough, Mae telling her that it's all they need. I wonder if Mae would've ever left if their village wasn't attacked.

They're more like Nightsisters than Jedi.

Didn't even realize that Mae & Osha weren't their full names. Huh.

Holy shit, Torbin was so young. My man was a padawan when all this happened, and then he shut down for ten years, and the first thing he does is-- 😭

Okay, but isn't it a bit hypocritical of the Order to send Jedi to take children away from getting trained somewhere when they do the same themselves? There's gotta be more to the women of Brendok. This is clearly more than just a youngling pick-up.

Not this episode proving that Sol's always been good with children (and with Osha) 😭

Baby Torbin's adorable, I'm so sad about him rn.

"What do you want, Osha?" Love Sol for being the one to take into account a child's true feelings on something so significant.

The way Mae knew at once that Osha hadn't done as they'd been instructed.

Something, something, the way children struggle to accept change (Mae being unable to accept that Osha wants to leave)

Aniseya being a supportive mother even when everyone else tried to force her into making Osha's decision for her >>>

Mae's had a darkness in her since the beginning.

Holy shit, Mae started the fire that destroyed the village. That's ruthless for an eight year old. Something tells me they aren't gonna have a good outcome in the present-time by the end, either.

And that's why they each think the other's dead.

Dude, I fucking love Sol so much 😭

"What happened?" / "Mae started a fire. It destroyed everything."

I was gonna say that everything that happened didn't seem as bad as the others made it out to be, but now that I've paused for a sec to think about it, it is that bad. A child they'd sought to collect using all that dark power, turning on everyone she'd known and loved in the blink of an eye….no wonder Torbin couldn't live with himself. No wonder Kelnacca left the Order to live amongst his own kind. No wonder Yoda and the Council believed Anakin was too old to be trained. Mae was younger than him when she did all that.

Sol crying right alongside Osha 😭

Something, something, the way the episode started at that tree, and the way it ended with Mae going back to it, because that's where she'd always find Osha whenever she couldn't. 😭

WHAT A HEARTBREAKER.

[aestariiwilderness]

Bad Batch Season 3, Episode I Don't Even Know And Honestly Will Not Be Keeping Track * SPOILERS * (solely because Mina Nunyabiz *REAL NAME REDACTED* has gone on so many diatribes about this inexcusable social faux pas on Tumblr known as failing to accurately and comprehensively tag your posts for pieces of media which some people haven't gotten to watching yet and this means that if they wish to be on Tumblr without getting unwanted foreknowledge they have to undergo some vast and imprecise tribulation known as filtering by tag)

I have come to two, nay, three, EIGHT whole conclusions: a. Tech hacked the Star Wars Internet. b. Tech was the Star Wars Internet. c. Pabu does not have Star Wars Internet. d. The Batch cannot function without their Internet. e. The Batch has lost its sole functioning strategic brain cell. Hemlock caught it when Tech fell. The muscle and the face are kind of just winging it now; the auxiliary brain cell said "haha see you later, losers, I need to be Rex's chauffeur"; and the attitude's first and only plan is, as always, just "KILL". f. These men are adorable and also utter morons. g. Crosshair has no experience with women. Ever. He doesn't even know how to talk to them. They're a different species to him even when they aren't literally a different species. His two methods of social interaction just recently expanded to three (murder, snark, and now mother hen) and still none of them have anything to do with proper behavior towards adult females. Let alone one who doesn't share his genes. You can tell by the way he wildly swung from default "PICK FIGHT/KILL" to "offer genteel non-sarcastic hand up to my ship without sarcasm after you almost got my Stockholm syndroming sister killed by a giant turtle because if I can't kill you I literally am at a loss for how to behave towards you". h. Tech was the only member of the squad who ever bothered to get a newspaper and check to see who they were actually fighting.

Omega IS unsettling. Well noticed Venti

Hunter, continuing to be the king of asking the specific follow-up questions that the audience feels is relevant and the askee absolutely cannot answer without losing their mysterious vibes (see: season 1 finale -- "WHEN did you have your chip removed, exactly" "Does it matter?" "YES")

Hunter, continuing to be the king of not getting an answer to his very reasonable specific follow-up question

For special ops commandos in a war they were literally created to fight, these guys do not seem to have much of a concept of "stranger danger"

"ASKING FOR A FRIEND" omigosh Omega. I have never been so ashamed of you. The big fascist experiment-happy regime is after you. WHY CAN YOU STILL NOT LIE

Why is Omega just. In charge now

And still the most unbelievable thing about this episode was like half a minute in with Crosshair willingly helping a random Pabuan AND not mercing them when they dared to smile, thank him, and use his name

HOWEVER MANY EPISODES IN AND WE JUST GOT TO THE ANSWER THAT EVERYBODY ALREADY KNEW ABOUT M-COUNTS

WAY TOO MANY EPISODES IN AND WE STILL DIDN'T GET A STRAIGHT-UP ANSWER ABOUT OMEGA'S

Qui-gon had a blood test! With a little litmus stick and everything! The crazy weed-addicted space monk had a scientific stick he jabbed baby Anakin with and HEY PRESTO M-COUNT SPREADSHEET. WHERE IS THAT HANDY BIT OF TECHNOLOGY HUH

[tennessoui]

Are you fucking insane for the obikin firefighter au pls 🥺

hello! picking away at these. have some stupid firefighter anakin and stupid rockstar obi-wan, aka the firefighter au

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“I’m alright,” isn’t quite on the top ten list of things you want to hear from your boyfriend within two seconds of picking up the call.

Anakin is already pulling the phone away from his ear in order to pull up Google. 

There are many benefits of dating a rockstar. One is that Obi-Wan Kenobi can’t even scratch his nose on a slow news day without Anakin’s Google alert going off. 

“What happened,” he’s already asking as he waits for the page to load.

“Nothing,” Obi-Wan sighs, but he’s very clearly lying or he wouldn’t be calling Anakin at—eight in the morning, his time.

“Nothi—what the fuck, Obi-Wan? You fell off the stage?”

“I was distracted!” 

Anakin’s eyes skim the tweets that have loaded. “You broke your wrist?”

“I’m alright!” 

“Are you calling from the hospital?”

“It’s more of a sprain really. The report of my broken wrist, you know. It’s been greatly exaggerated.”

Anakin gives the wall in front of his bed a disgusted expression, even though it’s not nearly as satisfying as it would be to level that look at his boyfriend. “You’re not calling from the hospital.”

“We keep a medic on standby,” Obi-Wan’s voice is purposefully light. “They know how to set wrists.”

“You said it wasn’t broken.”

“Anyway, darling, I just wanted to make sure you understood there’s nothing to be worried about—it’s a simple sprain, our doctor has set it, I’ve been given painkillers, and I’ll be ready for tonight’s performance.”

Anakin narrows his eyes. He loves Obi-Wan. He adores the man.

And he knows better than to trust him when he uses that tone of voice.

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s hand could probably be sawed off and he’d try to tell Anakin he’s alright.

This is the man that burned down his own house by accident, after all. Anakin’s opinion of him is both very high and incredibly low.

“Now that you know, I’ll let you go. I understand it’s very early where you are and you should go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you later, baby, I—”

“Are you fucking insane?” Anakin rolls onto his side, burrowing under his blankets now that he’s relatively sure his boyfriend isn’t dying. “Go to the hospital.”

“For a sprained wrist?” Obi-Wan sounds forcefully incredulous, as though Anakin is being unreasonable here. “Darling, that’s a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?”

“You’re hurt, Obi-Wan,” Anakin frowns at the ceiling. “Hurt people go to the doctor. So the licensed medical professional with access to professional medical equipment can examine you. And diagnose you. Not some roadie probably still drunk from the night before.”

The other end of the line is silent, like Obi-Wan is trying to figure out an argument. But of the two of them, Anakin is the one trained in emergency medical services, so he thinks there’s a good chance of him being able to out-stubborn Obi-Wan on this one.

He rolls back over onto his back, taking the phone away from his ear. “Did you know,” he says, fingers flying across his phone’s keyboard, “that a sprained wrist, if untreated, can lead to early onset arthritis? And sprained wrists are misdiagnosed all the time. It could be an unrecognized fracture in the scaphoid bone, which could worsen over time without proper treatment—”

“See now, why on earth would I go to the doctor’s when I can just have you Google things for me?”

“If your wrist wasn’t permanently damaged, you’d be able to google these things for yourself,” Anakin points out, scratching at his bare stomach idly. “Look, an unrecognized fracture in the  scaphoid bone can lead to worsening fractures through the bone and in some cases even death.”

There’s a second’s pause before Obi-Wan’s incredulous laughter rings down the line. 

“Come on,” Anakin whines, even as a smile tugs at his own lips. “You woke me up at four in the morning, alright, I’m not firing on all cylinders here.”

“No, no, this is valuable information, please tell me more about how my sprained wrist is going to lead to my death if I don’t go to see a trained medical professional.”

Anakin glowers at the ceiling. The short answer is, of course, that Anakin is going to kill him.

But there’s a niggling thought in the back of his head. “I think the question here is why you’re so against it,” he says slowly. He blinks. “Wait. I’ve never seen you go to the doctor’s.” He sits up, pressing his phone back against his ear. “We’ve been dating for two years and I’ve never heard of you going to any sort of doctor’s office for annual check-ups.”

“That’s patently false,” Obi-Wan protests, but Anakin can hear the slightest hesitation in his tone. The higher octave he only ever hits when he’s really and truly nervous. “I showed you my test results from the clinic.”

Anakin frowns. That is true. Obi-Wan had insisted on getting tested—on both of them getting tested—before they could leave out the condoms. Anakin had his done the next day. 

But it had taken Obi-Wan weeks.

“Oh my god,” Anakin says. “Are you—Obi-Wan Kenobi, are you afraid of going to the doctor’s office?”

“No,” Obi-Wan says so immediately that he must understand how that sounds as he starts back-tracking at once. “Of course I’m not. Of all the silly things to say, Anakin, really.”

“You refused the ride to the hospital,” Anakin says slowly, piecing things together in his mind. “That night we met. Your kitchen fire. I was worried there could be smoke in your lungs, damage, but you refused to go in the ambulance. I always thought—you just drove yourself. But you didn’t go at all, did you?”

Obi-Wan sounds incredibly flustered. “It would be absolutely foolish to be scared of doctors.”

“Obi-Wan.”

“I mean, first of all, I am practically ancient, Anakin. I’ve gone to the doctor’s more than once in my life.”

“Obi-Wan.”

“What is there even to be scared of? They’re just—I mean, of course, they. You know. Cut you open if they decide it’s necessary. And they’re quite rude, you know. And they can keep you undder observation as long as they’d like even if you don’t consent, there’s that too, but I mean. Doctors are people. Nothing to be scared of.”

“Obi-Wan.”

“Now. I mean. Disquieted by? That’s…that’s understandable. Practically to be expected. And hospitals? Aren’t hospitals a tad…disquieting as well? Have you ever thought about it?”

“Alright, Obi-Wan, now you definitely need to go to the doctor’s office. You must be way overdue on about a thousand different check-ups. This isn’t optional.”

“Anakin Skywalker, I am in my mid-forties. You cannot make me do anything.”

Anakin snorts.

“Not that I would have to be made to visit the doctor’s office, of course. I simply do not want to waste their time with a simple sprain. Time is valuable after all. Practically money.”

“Obi-Wan, you’re going to go to the doctor’s. It’s non-negotiable if I have to fly down there and drag you there myself.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Obi-Wan scoffs, and Anakin narrows his eyes, trying to dissect the man’s tone.

He sounds derisive. Defensive.

And something that sounds a lot like longing.

It’s been a few months (two months and six days) since they were able to see each other in person, what with Obi-Wan recording another album and Anakin’s work schedule.

But  if he were facing a task that he didn’t want to do—that perhaps he was afraid of doing, he’d want Obi-Wan by his side. As selfish as it would be to ask, to tear his boyfriend away from his very important life and job just to have him by his side….he’d want to.

He thinks maybe if Obi-Wan were a little less prideful, he’d ask.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan never has to ask. Not for Anakin’s presence. 

Not for Anakin to hold his hand, even if he has to fly a few hours to do it.

After all, there are thousands—maybe millions of people in the world who are invested in Obi-Wan Kenobi’s hands being at top form.

But no one’s as invested as Anakin is. That’s for sure. He's quite in love with Obi-Wan's hands and his wrists and his whole body and....he checks google. And his silly, perfect iatrophobic self.

[vodika-vibes]

Lore anon (always horny btw). Here's a couple of random thoughts: Do Kaminoans do preventive vasectomies on clones? (I say that in the long run it is better than changing implants because it would be at least two or three per clone depending on life expectancy asumming 10 years each) And circumcision? This is sad, but does this influence clones breeding kink ? (I say that the Kaminoans would want to have the patent on the perfect specimen and it may or may not have something to do with Jango asking for a son *conspiracy theories off*)

Another, if Mace Windu was a holostar (I had to read this trice I swear I believed I write pornstar) and is a Jedi, that means that he grew up in the temple, he was a knight (because we already saw how everyone treated Anakin for being "old." Did Mace leave him or did he enter incognito as star because how know reasons? And then he returned to the fold? Nobody questions that? The man could have spent two years of wild debauchery, having a wife and secret children!!! Did the other Jedi, his master and students have the holos that talked about him?

I believe that prostitution is legal in SW, that being said. How do they educate Padawans in that sense, because there is no way for them all to be asexual saints. In addition, the Force has to make things fun, share and enhance feelings... Are there specialized discrete companies?

This is not lore, but if people believed that Plo Koon wore a mask, his horny fandom would be x 3k. I have no proof but no doubt either. DILF MATERIAL

Woo! Lots of lore~

So, personally, I like to think that the kaminoans would just use implants rather than a preventative vasectomy, but that's because I like the clones having little clone babies. However, I can see the Kaminoans being possessive over what they consider as their merchandise.

(Although, this leads to a fun follow-up on whether or not they consider Boba as their property as he's a clone just like all of the others, just unaltered. Would they have insisted on a vasectomy for him too, to keep the genes as their intellectual property?)

Mace, as I understand it, was the Star Wars equivalent of a Broadway star. So he was either doing the Star Wars version of...I dunno...Hamilton while a Jedi Knight, or he left the order to become a Broadway star.

It's not as though the Order is a prison, people can leave if they want. Obi-Wan did it when he was 13-14. And he came back after the fact. I really do feel like the biggest problem the Jedi had with Anakin wasn't his age, so much as he wasn't willing to admit what he was feeling.

I bet there are companies. Not every force sensitive becomes a Jedi, and not every Jedi wants to stay as a jedi. But the temple is a school, so they must have a sex education class. Multiple ones even, since different species reproduce in different ways.

People adore Plo already, he's already DILF material to a lot of people, lol. I just wanna sit with him and have him tell me stories, tho.

[thewriterowl]

Just hear me out here:

5-6 year old Luke Skywalker time traveling to the clone wars Era

He could have whatever background you want (canonical, Obi-Wan raises him, Vaderkin raises him, he'll even Rex or Ahsoka raises him, etc. ....though I think Obi-Wan raising him would be pretty cool. Cause we all know he would be the best Da or Uncle ever)

I can already see the insane and hilarious situations he would create. We all know little kids have no filter whatsoever.

I'm also fairly certain the clones would absolutely adore him!! And poor Anakin would be all like: He's my baby!

This idea is fantastic!

Just baby Luke somehow falling back in time and is lost and scared and is in a very, very different place. Him going from Tatooine to Coruscant? To when there are Jedi and there is a massive war happening? He'd be terrified.

If he is found by Anakin, there is no stopping on him trying to raise him. Especially once he starts to figure out that things go very, very wrong.

Now, if he happens to come in right before his father falls it could be different. Obi-Wan would be very confused on what to do. He can't bring an infant and a kid to the Lars and have them be raised together (as they are the same person) but he can't just keep Luke from his aunt and uncle? It would be a panic trying to figure out what would be the best route that would hurt the child less.

If he fell in the middle of the war, he would be nabbed so fast by the Clones, oh my god. Maybe Obi-Wan figures out who he is and is keeping it secret from Anakin (because he knows it would make things very messy and potentially dangerous and bad) so he works with a select few of the Council and is named Luke's Master (with Plo following after cause, well, it's a baby who needs a dad--Plo is there). The Clones adore him. He has so many big brothers that will refuse to share.

Cody has to steal Luke back to hand him over to Obi-Wan so that he doesn't get hurt when his brothers get too excited...or Luke sits on Cody's shoulders.

Cody won't admit he likes it.

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 24 pt 2

anakin x reader

A/N: HELLO MY LOVES!! i am so so sooo sorry for my long ass break- school has been insane; im taking 19 credit hours and have three labs on dif days 😭/ last week my grandpa died and then my car broke down… so it’s been a time. anyways!! im back now for the time being!! i hope you all have been doing well and are excited for the stories to progress!! thank you all for the support and for being so patient w me :)) i love u all

Unexpected guests, a tedious day… how will anakin react?

warnings: cursing, ani is a disabled veteran, ptsd

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There was a knock on the door and Anakin begrudgingly hoisted himself up to go see who it was. 

He opened the door and was met with Ben, Satine, Ash, and their other friend Rex. 

“Surprise!” they said in unison.

You felt a wave of anxiety- you knew Anakin wasn’t fond of surprises (look how he reacted to your pregnancy!) But you also understood the gesture everyone wanted to make. 

“Happy Birthday Skyguy!” Ahsoka exclaimed once Anakin stepped aside to allow them inside. 

“It was Ahsoka’s idea by the way” Ben said to Anakin as he patted him on the shoulder.

“Look, you wouldn’t have let us celebrate if we asked- and if we planned something you wouldn’t come. So this was the only choice!” Ahsoka defended in a mock-sad voice. 

Anakin seemed perplexed- almost frustrated, so you were ready to be on damage control once he finally responded. 

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it”

Huh?

“Not what I was expecting, but I'll take it!” Ash exclaimed. 

“Wow Anakin, that's some real character development” Rex joked as he placed the chocolate cake on the counter. 

“Yea” Anakin blushed. 

“y/n” Ben greeted, “how are you doing my dear? Is the baby doing well?”.

“Hey Ben! We’re both doing just fine, except that this little one has decided that around midnight is the best time to start kicking” you joked (it really was a pain though; you weren’t getting good sleep at all). 

“And is Skyguy tending to your needs kindly?” Ahsoka added with an arched brow. 

“Yes, Ani has been so sweet; making me weird combinations to satisfy my cravings” you laughed, rubbing his back. 

“Of course,” he said back, eyes full of sincerity. 

“Damn, y/n. He must really like you because he hates cooking. When we bunked together, I had to bribe him to make me a PB & J” Rex added with a boisterous laugh. 

“I never said I didn’t like to cook, maybe I just didn’t like to cook when it was for you” Anakin quipped back. 

“Look at you Sky guy! Being a good boyfriend and all '' Ahsoka joked. 

You and Anakin hadn’t really talked about what the relationship officially was since the fight; it just never really came up. But hearing him being referred to as your boyfriend again made your heart skip a beat. 

“Is this everyone?” you asked Ben as Ahsoka and Rex continued joking with anakin.

“Yes, we didn’t want to overwhelm him, plus the last time we did a surprise thing with a bunch of our friends, he wasn’t thrilled” Ben chuckled. 

You, Ben, and Satine stayed on the side line and observed the other’s banter. You couldn’t help the soft smile that found its way onto your face as you watched his eyes crinkled when he laughed. 

Satine noticed your adoring gaze and nudged Ben’s shoulder; she nodded her head towards you and the pair smiled. 

Ben gave his Fiance a look and she nodded. 

“You really do care for him, don't you?” 

Ben’s voice grabbed your attention from Anakin.

Of course you did, but you didn't want to sound childish and too forgiving to Satine and Ben. 

“Yea” you tilted your head to the side and sighed, “I do. I know he has his flaws but so do I”.

The pair listened intently, “I know some may see me as too forgiving, but I believe Anakin is a good man. A man deserving of love; love that I want to give him.”

“Maybe some of my optimism is the baby, but I wholeheartedly believe that we would still be as happy as how we were before, if I never got pregnant”. You explained, placing a gentle hand over your stomach. 

“Do you think that’s naive of me?” you asked worriedly.

Ben scratched his beard in contemplation and Satine shook her head. 

“I do not think you are naive for having hope in the person you love.” her smooth voice assured you. 

“I have known Anakin for many years and rarely have I witnessed him care for another as he does for you.” Ben added.

“Of course, he loved Padme at a time, but even when they were in the prime of their relationship, he never really actively bettered himself. They would get into little spats over repetitive things that Anakin promised he would fix, but his resolutions never really stuck.”

“Though…” Satine interjected, “I do see a change in his nature since you’ve been with him”. 

In that moment you locked eyes with Anakin across the room and he winked at you; no matter how long you’d been together, he never failed to make you blush. 

You turned back around and smiled to the couple, “Thank you, that really means the world”. 

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“Alright, everyone! We’re gonna light the candles!” Ahsoka shouted with a jovial tone. 

Everyone headed towards the kitchen and gathered around the counter; Anakin was already standing by the cake (which looked quite scrumptious), so you walked up beside him and gave him a small side hug. 

“Hey princess” he smiled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Everyone was still chatting amongst themselves and Ahsoka was looking for the lighter she unfortunately misplaced, so no one noticed Anakin wrap around a gloved hand to lightly squeeze your ass. Your eyes widened and you pinched his side lightly, making him let out a small laugh. 

“Found it!” Ahsoka exclaimed, excitedly holding her beat up lighter. 

“You coulda, just asked me for mine, y’know?” Rex offered.

“Why didn’t you offer it when I was ripping my bag apart?” Ahsoka sighed, fakely annoyed.

Everyone laughed before Ahsoka opened the cake box and lit the lighter. 

“Alright, Skyguy! This is your moment, better wish for something good“.

“Don’t worry Snipps, I’ve got it ready” he joked, pointing to his head. 

“Alrighty” she said with a sing-songy voice before lighting the candles.

Rex started the “happy birthday” song and everyone joined in to celebrate the man in the middle. 

Anakin blushed ever so slightly before giving his cunning smirk and gently blowing out the candles in single blow. 

Everyone cheered and Ben handed him a knife to make the first slice. Anakin’s hand slowly gripped around the hilt of the knife before he brought it down into the soft top layer of icing. After the pieces were distributed, everyone found somewhere to sit and began conversing with whoever was close by.

Anakin sat in his normal spot on his sofa and you invited yourself to the seat beside him after he nodded you over. 

You sighed as you sat on the plush couch; the weight of the baby was really getting to you so it felt nice to be off of your feet for a moment. Anakin set his plate down onto the end table to his left, then promptly draped his stiff arm over your shoulders to draw you closer. 

“Hi” you smiled, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hi” he smiled back, leaning in to gently kiss you. 

The two of you sat quietly for a moment just observing the others.

“What did you wish for?” you eventually said.

Anakin sighed and began to speak, “Well, I-”

You gently (but quickly) placed your hand over his mouth, making him confused.

“wha-?”

“Shh, shh It was a test!” you giggled. “Don’t ya know that if you tell your wishes, they won’t come true” you smiled.

He rolled his blue eyes with a smile and playfully obliged, “alright, if you say so. But it better come true, now that you said that” he winked.

“I’m sure it will, the birthday wish is a sacred tradition” you joked as you batted your lashes at him. 

“Of course it is,” he playfully responded. 

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The party continued until Rex realized he had to be at work in 5 hours; Anakin thanked everyone and they all left with wide smiles. THankfully there wasn’t much of a mess, so all you had to do was put the leftover cake in the fridge. 

Once everything was taken care of, you took a seat on the couch next to Anakin once again. You leaned into his chest and ran your fingers through his sandy locks. 

“I didn’t think you would be this thrilled by a surprise” you said after a few moments of silence.. 

He grabbed his soda and drank some before speaking, “Well with all that’s going on- who’s to say I’ll get another one of these?”.

His grim reminder made your stomach drop. The macabre threat of Anakin’s eventual death always hung over your head, but the joyous events and lifted spirits of the evening must have kicked it to the back burner for a moment. 

You bit your lip and leaned over to embrace him. 

The two of you sat there for a while until you felt droplets landing on your shoulder. You pulled away to see Anakin’s blue eyes filled with a sea of sorrow. 

“Oh, Ani…” you sighed, pulling him into your chest.

“I’m scared, y/n”.

You had nothing to say because you were just as scared; so instead you held him as tightly as you could. 

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a/n: RAHH sorry again for being gone for so long 😭😭 but i hope this chapter still is as enticing as the others!!

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[dark--whisperings]

Fic Rec Friday!!! ❤️✨

There's so many FANTASTIC writers in the Star Wars fandom who put so much time and love into their work, so I thought it might be fun to celebrate their work and highlight and some of the fics that are living rent free in my head each week!

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just grab me and take me

Author: boguspreston & innominatta (@billboguspreston & @innominatta)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing(s): Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary:

His hard cock swung between his legs as he rocked on his fingers, nearly sobbing from how it was almost right. He wanted more – he always wanted more – and this was on the edge of not enough. A hand wrapped around his hip and Anakin startled. “Look at you,” purred Obi-Wan, his other hand grazing down the length of Anakin’s bare arched back, “you couldn’t wait, baby girl?”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48836785

We all ADORE a PWP, right? Well, if you do, this fic is absolutely for you! When I first read it, my jaw was absolutely on the floor, and I needed to spend some time cooling down in my freezer. ❄️❄️❄️ From Anakin's pinning and neediness and the established power exchange, to the stern!dom Obi-Wan Kenobi and the feminization/daddy kink... it was utter PERFECTION. AND THE DIRTY TALK. GAH, THE DIRTY TALK WAS OUT OF THIS WORLD. On the spicy scale rating, I think this one redefined what a perfect score is. 🌶️🌶️🌶️ I will shamelessly admit that I have read this fic multiple times.

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i'd follow you down, down, down

Author: innominatta (@innominatta)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing(s): Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary:

He watched as the Separatist ships jumped to hyperspace in a flash of blue. His own men’s ships around him began going back to the Negotiator but Anakin didn’t move. Not yet. He stared into space; the blackness of it, the stars that sparkled. There was nothing around him, and if he didn’t turn his ship around, he couldn’t see the Star Destroyer waiting for him. It was all empty, just like him. Just like their room had been when he woke up.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48913480

This is the second installment of the fic listed above! This fic is very high on my list of favourite fics of all time. I (obviously) love a good BDSM fic, but it's not often that you stumble across a fic that also explores the aftermath of a intense scene in depth, and the sub drop that can (and very often does) follow, even if everything goes exactly according to plan, or if life simply gets in the way. This fic portrays such a beautiful depiction of what sub drop can look like, and a fantastic response of the dominant partner to their submissive experiencing such a thing. My heart hurts for both Anakin and Obi-Wan but like, in the best kind of way. Bravo to the author! 👏👏👏