#sunbeam queen

[the-daily-meatball]

no sunbeam too small

[thelastofthebookworms]

Don't hesitate to make suggestions, I'll make another poll.

Funnily enough, the finalists in a 'indie comics' couples' poll I made are two sapphic couples : KJ Brandman/Mac Coyle V. Molly/Mal Yoo

I also have other polls in my pinned post (Comics, Greek Mythology, art, literature, etc)

[stinkywrinkles]

A few toes in the rainbows ✨

[charmantevamp]

This man's gonna be my death, ‘Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life. / ‘Cause I don't think I can face another night. Where I'm half sick of shadows.

Ben x Audrey: @honorhearted.

Further reading.

[emaadsidiki]

SUNLIGHT ☀️)) over ((❄️ SNOW

[disgruntleddemon]

Dare i say, Myrtlebloom X Sunbeam

[comicaurora]

A thought I just had regarding Legend of Zelda:

In BOTW we see that Zelda has a hard time with her powers and communicating with the Goddess. What is the reason for that is that the Goddess was already connected to her via the light dragon and the time shenanigans was messing with the connection?

I think it has more to do with the fact that Zelda is the Goddess in mortal form.

This isn't an explicitly canon thing in the game. Unlike Link, who is pretty much always an incarnation of the same guy, Zelda's status in the reincarnation cycle is a bit more wibbly and varies from game to game. The original Zelda in Skyward Sword was explicitly Hylia incarnated in mortal form, and every Zelda since then has been her descendant, carrying "the blood of the Goddess." In Tears of the Kingdom, that means Queen Sonia is Skyward Sword Zelda's distant descendant and the bloodline of Hyrule's royal family carries it through her. But Queen Sonia doesn't seem to be Hylia, and it's pretty clear that not every woman in Zelda's family has the same connection - they all have power, but they aren't all Hylia herself, and only the first Zelda is explicitly stated to be her incarnation. One of the memories in Breath of the Wild shows Zelda explaining that her grandmother could hear "the voices from the spirit realm" and her mother also seemed more spiritually connected to the power Zelda was told she'd be able to channel, but Zelda herself never hears or feels anything outside herself.

The thing is, I think that's because this Zelda is looking for power in exactly the wrong place. She's been told she's connected to a vast and vital power. Evidence suggests she isn't connected to anything. Visiting the springs and the statues does nothing for her; she reaches out and finds nobody waiting for her. How could they? She's already here.

The narrative tragedy of this girl seeking a higher power, begging and praying for divine intervention, knowing an entire kingdom is counting on her to make that connection when nobody else can, and receiving only silence - because she's praying to herself and cannot answer - is incredibly powerful. Zelda is essentially in the throes of a full-blown crisis of faith and a crisis of self for the entire lead-up to the Calamity, because she's been told her entire life she's Princess Zelda and that means she gets her power from praying to the Goddess. But none of the rituals work, nothing comes through, she hears no voices from the outside. It's like the Goddess just isn't there.

The thing is, we know she's there, because Link can roll up to any goddess statue in Hyrule and Hylia herself will shine down a sunbeam and shower us with praise and heart containers. When Link needs her, Hylia is always there. She exists, she has real and tangible power. So if she's always there for Link, why can't Zelda hear her voice?

Well-

Because she's already there.

[oepionie]

— "A SLIP OF TONGUE." draconia

SYNOPSIS: Some arranged marriage crumbs with Malleus <3

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⊹ [ tags ] — a drabble, fem! reader, malleus is described to have draconic features, draconic rizz◞

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IT WAS A DUTY you must see through to the end. The Merryweathers had a high standing in society and it was crucial that you, the eldest daughter, married into a powerful family. You would be able to strengthen your position with the nobility through such union.

It was such a tantalizing preposition that you couldn't help yourself. Even if it meant begrudgingly marrying a man your father chose for you.

The diamond-encrusted headpiece threaded into your hair weighed heavy, strenuous on your neck, and dreadfully difficult to move around with. Ten layers of fine white silk and lace rest against your form, draping and swaying against the breeze of the damp garden. If not for your current situation, the day would have been perfect.

The upcoming wedding had pushed the entire Draconia palace into a state of barely controlled chaos and turmoil. In every second of the day, you were flooded with dress fittings, laced wedding invites, nosy handmaidens, and many more. The courtyard outside the castle was the only place you could get away from the wedding festivities.

It was peaceful, free from the thundering demands of the queen and bare of any busy-bee maids and workers.

The air smelled pleasantly of wildflowers and moss. Small sunbeams found their way through your braided hair, sparkling and reflecting off of the jewels in your crown.

The year had passed in a blur and before you knew it, it was spring.

"Dearest?" Startled, you almost sprang out of your skin. Turning round, you found Malleus standing by the garden entrance. He was dressed in a dark gothic suit, a thick tailcoat layered atop. "I was wondering where you'd gone off to."

It was fortunate, you thought, that you had a veil draped across your face. Because the moment he began to approach you, your jaw went slack, mouth running dry. With each thundering step of his boots, your head hammered and your thoughts melted into mush.

The distance between you was quickly closed as he towered over you, the front of his torso brushing against yours. Bowing his head low, your fiancé's dark eyes briefly swept over your figure, devouring the savory sight of your form draped in the flowy dress. Though hesitant, you mustered the courage to address him and bowed.

Malleus' eyes bore into yours as he trailed a leather clad hand down your arm, taking a hold of your wrist and lifting it to his lips. It was commonly known that noblemen tended to avoid showing affection in public as they had to maintain a proper image. So you were perplexed to see him displaying such open adoration towards you.

"My bride," he murmurs, voice baritone and deep, rumbling his chest. The fae could see how you trembled in his presence, an apprehensive smile stretched across your lips. "How are you fairing?"

"I…I am well." Cursing yourself for the uncertainty lace in your voice, you drew your hand back, gaze stone cold as you toyed with the edges of your robes. "I am just…just trying to process everything right now."

"I see," was his flat response.

The draconic prince was all what people had horrifyingly depicted him as. Tall, dark, imposing, and frightfully powerful. And yet, in all the ways he was intimidating and overpowering, he was beautiful.

There the sound of a faintest swish as his scaled tail brushed against the lush grass. Translucent grey scales glistened on the skin of his arms, and his eyes were a dazzling jade that sparkled green when you peered into them. His fingers were claw-like, and his nails were black as obsidian.

Before you could stop yourself, your lips move on its own, a sugared yet genuine compliment dripping from your tongue.

"You're…beautiful."

Then there is silence.

Malleus shakily exhales, his eyes skimming over your form, wide and gleaming with suppressed excitement.

You on the other hand, are terrified, horrified, by the slip of the tongue, and you rush to explain yourself. A stream of explanations tumble off your lips. Though you were unable to make sense of what you were even saying, it was more like the rambles of madman.

"Beautiful, hm?" Malleus grins, fangs shining underneath beams of sun. He slots himself closer to your body, a strong arm wrapping itself around your waist. Your mind is dizzy and you find comfort in tucking your face into the crook of his neck. The sound of his amused chuckle rumbles against your burning cheeks as he utters his gratitude.

"It-It was a slip of tongue, I didn't mean to-" You stammer but Malleus presses the pad of his finger against your glossy lips, shutting you up. He leans in close, the scent of his cool cologne filling your senses as his hands knead the flesh of your hips. "Oh, I'm sure it was, my queen."

Sevens help you.

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[bonefall]

BB!Moonpaw's Family

So, I don't rewrite arcs until they're done BUT!! HAVE NO FEAR IM HERE TO FIX IT.

You may have heard that Moonpaw's canonical family has been confirmed, Thriftear x Bayshine, and that it makes her a real doozy of inbreeding. The most important thing being that she is the product of a first cousin pair because Thriftear's father Fernsong and Bayshine's mother Sorrelstripe are full siblings.

But I am the family tree trimmer and I'm here to do a little pruning!

First of all, I've already done significant work in overhauling the ThunderClan Family Tree. Today I've made a more lightweight chart for showing off the options better, but please do go and check out the full version if you'd like to see the generations further back. It also has a link to my "diagnosis," which is handy for comparing my fixes to the problems with the canon tree.

So just to nip this in the bud; Thriftear and Bayshine are no longer first cousins in BB.

That's already fixed! I'm going to change it anyway but I just want that to be like, the first thing you know going in.

Second of all, now's a good time for a little refresher on my Three Strict Rules. These are the rules I use for overhauling the family trees; determining when cats are far enough apart, preventing one bloodline from getting too prolific, and when a fix is required.

Like before, click the link to see the rules more in-depth. Put simply, these rules are;

Three Generation Separation Cats must be three or more generations removed in order to be eligible as partners. That means they cannot share a simple grandparent, banning 1st cousin pairings. Further than that is typically allowed-- Clan sizes are too small to be more restrictive. ADDENDUM: Onestar's Exception. This rule applies to an extra generation, the great-grandparent, if one or more simple grandparents are alive to connect them all. This bans 1st cousins once removed (FCOR), like what Breezepelt and Heathertail are in-canon, and usually second cousins if I can help it.

Two Kit Max Any given pairing may only have two kittens who have successful grandchildren. If three or more kids have grandkids, one of the bloodlines will have to be pruned in some way. This is to prevent "superparents" who decimate the diversity. ADDENDUM: This applies per-Clan. Cats can leave their birth Clan and not contribute to their parents' "limit." Dovewing is now in ShadowClan and does not count towards the rule.

One Parent Litters Invoking the Queen's Rights allows for a cat to have kittens without a second parent. Sometimes these kittens are fully adopted. ADDENDUM: This is an in-universe rule. Ergo, other cats can and will have feelings on a cat who invokes this. That said, I don't always decide who that secret parent is beforehand!

With all that said, let's talk about the relevant differences in BB vs Canon, and the three options for who Moonpaw's parents are going to be...

Relevant Differences

So that we can narrow in on the ancestors that are relevant, I've gone and made a little version of my bigger tree.

Everyone in YELLOW is active in ThunderClan. PINK indicates that they may or may not remain there past ASC, either because they'll move or because they'll die. The ORANGE line tracks cats that are counted as Firekin.

(Note: Sunbeam, Twigbranch, and Finleap were left off this list since they're not relevant atm)

Spiderleg, Toadstep, Hazeltail, Sorreltail are still alive in BB.

However, in exchange, Molewhisker, Brackenfur, and Thornclaw are dead.

Cinderheart is off on adventures with Fallenleaf, who went through a whole thing

Mousewhisker and Nightheart will probably end up in RiverClan by the end of ASC.

Rosepetal will probably end up dying somewhere near the end of ASC OR in the BB overhaul of Ivypool's Heart. She will likely be Squirrelstar's first deputy.

Fernsong is an ex-kittypet. His name was Fiddles.

Because of a change in who dies in The Battle of the True Eclipse, Sorrelstripe is named Duststripe.

Because Ferncloud is the one to confront Ashfur in the Dark Forest instead of Graystripe, Graypaw is named Fernpaw.

Squirrelflight is infertile and unable to have bio-kits. Bramblestar disowned his children with her when the secret was revealed, and had a litter with Jessy. Sparkpelt is not Firekin-- her mate was.

Ivypool and Dovewing were swapped for Spotfur and Duststripe to keep the Firekin family consistent.

Larksong and Hollytuft have been fused into the same cat; Hollylark.

Hollylark was a poorly understood magical being. Xeir death prompted xeir parents, Cinderheart and Fallenleaf, to go on their journey.

Eaglewing, Honeyfur, and Leafshade are in my back pocket in case I need them elsewhere.

Snowbush, Dewnose, and Ambermoon were surrogated for cats in other Clans, but I still haven't placed them yet. Icecloud, now born AFTER the Battle of the True Eclipse, is taking any relevant roles for them.

Duststripe had kittens with an unknown sire, invoking the Queen's Rights to do so. I haven't thought about who this secret father is.

SO, as you can see, this tree is already significantly less tangled than canon's. If I just went with Thriftear x Bayshine, their last common ancestor was a great-great-grandmother (Frostfur), making them third cousins. On the other side, they share a great-great-great-grandmother (Nutmeg), making them fourth cousins.

These are both so far removed that most people don't even actually know their 3rd and 4th cousins. This is more than distant enough to not trip Rule 1.

That said... no 💕I don't care for this coupling 💕They haven't even talked in canon I am simply going to veto it 💕

Personally I've always seen Bayshine and Thriftear as being gay, so I'm going to move ahead with that in mind because it's MY AU and I get to homo the sexuals.

OPTION 1: BAYSHINE REMAINS I simply swap out Thriftear for her brother, Flipclaw, making Moonpaw into a FlipBay kitten.

This is the most canon compliant fix I can make. This is probably what I'm going to settle on as a default, unless and until we learn more about Changing Skies. OR, of course, someone makes a convincing and juicy argument.

Thoughts;

This closely matches canon. They can't possibly throw a curveball at me that I can't fix with Thriftear lesbianism. YOUR MOVE, WORKING PARTNERS.

I need more MLM ships, I'm actually really lacking those, so this would be a good opportunity.

BB!Bayshine and BB!Flipclaw will actually have really nice chemistry. Flipclaw's a silly boy who's known as the one example of a Firekin cat who can't live up to the legacy (something that likely used to cause him to quibble with Nightheart, back in the day). Bayshine is kind of a worrywart who actually appreciates Flipclaw's sense of humor and prefers a mate who doesn't give him heart attacks via heroics.

I feel like that'll bounce nicely off Moonpaw as well, since she's probably going to have a very serious story attached. It'll be nice to just write her having very supportive parents who listen and care.

Plus with her parents being Mr. "Always Worried" and Mr. "Fire Failure," I don't have to worry too much about legacy or status while still keeping her a Firekin. These two guys don't have a lot of power to leverage to help her get the Clan to believe her, if I need to keep a plot point.

OPTION 2: THRIFTEAR REMAINS I do some tweaks to put her with Plumstone, making Moonpaw a PlumThrift kitten.

More of a tinker than a tweak, but something I'm at least considering. I've been outspoken about how much I like PlumThrift, so I absolutely want to make it canon to BB. That said, I do like the idea that the two of them just don't have kids. Not all mates HAVE to have kittens.

Plus, it would come with restrictions anyway becaauuuuseeeeee,

It trips Rule 2, the Two Kit Max.

If Shellfur and Fernstripe have kittens, which I HOPE they do because good lord Canon!TC needs it, I couldn't let PlumThrift Moonpaw go on to have successful kittens of her own. Blossomfall's kittens would start to take over ThunderClan.

This is especially strict in BB because there's no way in hell I'm not going to have Shellfur and Fernstripe have some kittens. So help me god, I will pull Leafshade, Honeyfur, and Eaglewing out of my back pocket.

Moonpaw not having kittens isn't a bad thing, though. I'd happily do it, it's just that I'm trying to anticipate canon throwing a curveball at me.

BB!Plumstone and BB!Thriftear would probably have a more strained dynamic to their daughter, which might match canon very well if the team goes for the angle of having Moonpaw resent how she's seen as very special.

Both moms are overachievers, and very ambitious warriors. Thriftear is Firekin and living up to that legacy, and Plumstone is probably gunning for one of the head positions in the Clan.

It's not that they're mean or bad to her, it's that they'd have high expectations which might cause friction. Again; depends on where canon goes with Moonpaw's story.

Honestly, knowing them and what they want out of their lives, I can kinda see Moonpaw being something they didn't plan. Like she was an abandoned kitten they found and felt like it was a sign from StarClan, or somehow one of them accidentally got pregnant.

Which could be super interesting, honestly.

Option 2 might end up revealing itself to fit better than Option 1, but I need to see what the arc has in store first.

OPTION 3: TOTAL PARENT CHANGE Moonpaw is given to a non-Firekin couple that could have kits

This is the biggest change, but one I'll do if it's an important plot point that she's NOT Firekin by canon's wahoo logic. I already killed the inconsistency with MY family tree fixes, but the writing team seems to only count Firekin down from Squirrelflight's biokids.

So if I have to comply with that for some reason, I'll shuffle her over to one of these two couples;

She could either become the daughter of Stormcloud and Cherryfall, OR Shellfur and Fernstripe.

StormCherry:

Stormcloud actually got a massive glowup in BB lmao

Cherryfall and Stormcloud were previously sort-of-courting, probably-dating, in a weird situationship sort of thing. Unofficial only because they never made it official.

If Moonpaw is their kid, she'd definitely be what makes it official.

I feel like Stormcloud is better suited to being the Mi, but Cherryfall would insist that she acts as it instead. And Stormcloud knows better than to argue with her, she's the most stubborn thing you've ever met.

She's a knucklehead. He's a gentle giant. I feel like they'd be fun as parents.

But also a bit more absent compared to the other options, which could be good if that's a plot point... but seems unlikely, considering Moonpaw was apparently named because her parents believe she's special.

This one's the MOST clean of any bloodline Moonpaw could be wriggled into. It would actually be super useful going forward honestly. StormCherry kits are compatible with all of the cats of the next generation except Firekin.

If Moonpaw has a ton of siblings I might put them all here just for that... but something tells me she's going to be a singlet tbh.

ShellFern:

I have a weird fondness for these two tbh. Can't explain it. I like grumpy assholes and their sweethearts.

It's super unlikely that these two don't get kittens of their own at some point, but it wouldn't be too big of a problem if I did shuffle Moonpaw in as their first child.

I would enjoy having a little window into their relationship, I used ShellFern for an example of what a post-Lake Aftergathering looks like once just because I like writing about them.

They wouldn't "get in the way" of the plot, either. Shellfur and Fernstripe are both pretty standard warriors, not super ambitious, they have hobbies but they're not reaching for a high status or anything.

If Moonpaw ends up being a little bit of a snarky character, it would be fun if she got that from papa Shellfur lmao.

Aaaand that's it! I don't rewrite arcs until they are done, and as of writing this, even ASC isn't totally completed yet! But there's the pre-emptive options for a fix that is definitely going to happen.

This poll isn't binding because I really need to see which of these options will FIT the best, but I'm curious,

[christinesficrecs]

These are also very classic but I feel like they're a little more well known. If you managed to miss it, Bones Straining is THE fic to read, followed closely by Reach Out. Also, forgot about this ficlet if you're up for a tiny bit of angst.

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Until Derek Hale.

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Enter Derek.

[stinkywrinkles]

Happiness is a toasty sunbeam

[charmantevamp]

Oh I'd confess, I'd confess in a room where I'm blessed. But he didn't come and speak to me or put my heart at ease, and I believe that half the time. I am a wolf among the sheep gnawing at the wool over my eyes.

Ben x Audrey: @honorhearted.

[emaadsidiki]

Brilliant Sunshine and Blue Skies after the Blizzard

[distortionbobble]

Royal Flowers Chapter 1

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pairing: anakin skywalker x f! reader

summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and adopted cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands. 

warnings: minors dni! ageless blogs dni! none this chapter but the series will have eventual smut, canon-level violence and just general warnings. 

a/n: hello hello hello! i’m working on creating more appropriately sized chapters and spacing things out but i’m so excited to work on this series. this series is based on a request from @breatheeagainnnn 

word count: 2.7k 

Anakin Skywalker is lost.

The revelation comes to him when he is lost in the deep waters of his meditation, distanced from the buzzing matter of physical reality as he is swept by the currents of the Force. He drifts without anchor, each surge threatening to submerge him, to overwhelm him if he loses his control.

He seeks to control the Force. The Force seeks to control him. 

And the network of the universe ebbs and flows around him when the truth is drawn from his bones. It’s a presentation of three fragmented parts that unsettle Anakin right down to his soul. 

The first. He is afraid. He is the Chosen One, something he’s heard so much that it has lost its meaning. The Messiah lost the message. 

Bring balance to the Force. Bring balance to the Force. Bring balance to the Force.

He doesn’t know what that means anymore. And if he fails, what then? His fear of falling into the Darkness paradoxically increases the hold that it has on him. 

The second. He pines for what he cannot have. 

Padme Amidala is the breath in his lungs, reviving him with each heartbeat. But she couldn’t love him the way he loves her, telling him as much with just a hint of sadness on her graceful face. She shut him out and without her, he feels weaker. 

The third. Anakin is losing control. Obi-Wan can sense it too, because every training session is overshadowed by a sense of urgency. Every move is sloppier, more dangerous, and even in training, his desire to triumph is clouded by his desperation, as if winning would allow him to truly understand it all. 

And all of this culminates in him realizing that he is lost, without hope and without guidance, and nobody will understand. Obi-Wan could never understand, for he still sees Anakin as the child that he rescued so many years ago. Obi-Wan just doesn’t get him. Master Obi-Wan would do anything for his padawan, truly, but Anakin can’t bear the thought of burdening Obi-Wan with this. Besides, it would only reinforce Obi-Wan’s view that Anakin isn’t ready to be a Jedi Master. 

A knock on the door to his quarters startles him and he scrambles to get up as Master Obi-Wan opens the door. 

“Anakin, there’s someone here to meet us,” Obi-Wan says, frowning. Anakin runs a hand through his hair, sighing as he frantically pieces together an appearance of cool indifference. He’s a Jedi. He can’t feel rattled. The two Knights obscure their faces with their hoods and walk out of Anakin’s quarters. 

Anakin follows Obi-Wan to a room where a single figure stands hidden by a hooded cloak, surrounded by a number of handmaidens each adorning the same pinched, tight-lipped look. 

“Leave us,” a low voice says from under the cloak, and each of the handmaidens file out of the room without sparing even a single glance behind. Anakin reflexively reaches for his lightsaber, but then the figure steps into the beam of light streaming from the window and takes off the hood. And he lays eyes on you for the first time. 

You’re not nearly as beautiful as Padme, nobody is, but still, there’s something so mesmerizing about you. Motes of dust dance in Coruscant sunbeams around your head and it looks like a halo, makes you look holy, and he can’t stop himself from staring. He’s studying the details of your face, scanning, and it’s to a point that he can’t pretend it’s for threats. He almost forgets to breathe when you bow your head to him in respect, and he has to bow back. Anakin’s eyes are still transfixed on you when you begin to speak. 

“Master Kenobi, General Skywalker,” you begin, and the two Jedi push their hoods down. “I come to you in need of assistance. As you are aware, the current Queen of Naboo’s two terms are near their end. But what has been kept secret is that I’ve been chosen as her successor, which will be revealed to the citizens of Naboo in a fortnight.” You take a deep breath and smile weakly as Anakin and Obi-Wan mutter half-hearted congratulations. “What I need is protection.”

“So then why do you require our aid? I’m sure you’re aware that Naboo has its own governmental protective forces, and I’m unsure that they’d take the Jedi Council’s interference in their sovereignty kindly,” Anakin asks. He’s more guarded than he intends to come off, but the question holds still. You don’t appear to be a fool, so there must be more depth to the matter. At his questioning, your eyes flit briefly towards the door before you step closer to the Jedi, toying with the front of your robes as nervousness overtakes you. 

“I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’m much older than the usual elected Queen, and it is not by coincidence,” you murmur. “I did not get here alone. Under the command of Senator Amidala, I’ve spent the past couple years infiltrating the Naboo separatists. They manipulated the selections such that I would become Queen.” At the mention of Padme, Anakin bites back a sigh and forces himself to pay attention to your words. 

“That is very dangerous,” Obi-Wan says, rubbing his hand over his beard. “I assume you’ve been relaying your findings to the Senator thus far?” 

You nod sharply in response. 

“I see. The Council—“ Obi-Wan begins, but you shake your head frantically and grasp him and Anakin by the robes, pulling them closer to you. 

“No. Not the Council. I do not know who I can trust. There are Separatist spies everywhere. My handmaidens, for example, are all Separatist spies who don’t trust me because Padme is my cousin. While I don’t doubt the integrity of the Jedi Masters, I fear putting them in danger if my operative fails, or if word gets out.” You’re frantic but quiet, and constantly checking at the door to see if any of your wardens have overheard your betrayal.

“And yet you trust us,” Anakin rebuts. He doesn’t trust you, not one bit; how could he ever trust a spy? If you’re so willing to lie, even if it is to the Separatists, how can he be sure that you’re not lying to him? 

“Padme told me that I could trust you. She said to give you this,” you say, shoving your hand into your pockets to produce a necklace, which Anakin recognizes immediately. It’s one he knows all too well, as it’s the necklace he’d gifted Padme before he had even joined the Order. And he decides that if nothing else, you are honest about Padme. And that’s all that matters to him. The part of him that still burns for her overtakes him and he knows that he can’t let her down. 

“I’ll do it,” Anakin says. Obi-Wan glances warningly in his direction, but there’s a certain resignation and relief in Obi-Wan’s posture. Anakin hasn’t taken this kind of initiative in a long time, and Obi-Wan was beginning to grow concerned that all hope for the Chosen One was lost. 

“Alright, the matter is,” Obi-Wan pauses mid-sentence, looking at Anakin’s determination, “settled. We will aid you in your transition away from the Separatist group and expose their interference.” 

”You have misunderstood me, Master Kenobi,” you whisper, voice hush with urgency. “I’m so close to finding out the identities, locations, of key leaders. There are Sith Lords that are regularly hologrammed into our meetings. Should I be tasked with something significant as the Queen, Darth Sidious has already alerted me that I will be tasked with the assignment in his presence.” 

Obi-Wan begins to respond to you, but Anakin cuts him off. “If you have a plan, why don’t you tell us already?” He’s frustrated by your impatience. Maybe Obi-Wan was right about politicians. You glance at him, annoyed. 

“I was getting to it, General Skywalker. As I was saying, this mission is imperative and it is essential to the fate of the Republic and thus, the galaxy, that I am not put in harm’s way before I am able to succeed in exposing the identities of key Separatist forces. I cannot trust the guards provided by the Naboo government, as I don’t know who is a Separatist plant. So—“

“So you need our protection to… what? Kill the spies? And how would that work if Naboo has its own protection for you? I highly doubt they’d take the involvement of the Jedi Council kindly,” Anakin says sharply. You nod at his rapid-fire questioning, unfazed. 

“Something like that. I need to make sure that any communications I have and discoveries I have are protected, and if anyone finds out, that they’re eliminated before they can eliminate me. So not necessarily kill the spies, but I need actual protection, and I need someone that I know I can trust. And…” you trail off and step back, toying with the hem of your sleeves as you sigh. 

“What is it, milady?” Obi-Wan asks you gently. You press your hands to your neck and look up at Anakin. 

“The way I see it, there’s two things we can do. General Skywalker, I understand that as a Jedi Knight, you have a padawan yourself. Ahsoka, correct? We could have her—” 

“No,” Anakin interrupts quickly. “Ahsoka’s far too young, and while I believe that she will grow to be a very competent and powerful Jedi, now is not the time to thrust her headfirst into a mission alone.” You nod at the Jedi’s assessment. 

“Of course, General. We’re thus presented with the second plan. I am, as Queen, permitted to have a husband. I’ve been building the identity of a lover in my life, and while there is none, this leaves me room to marry without suspicion in the eyes of the Separatists.” You take another deep breath and look at both Anakin and Obi-Wan, shoulders tensed. “If I marry either you or Anakin, then I’ll be able to have you in my chambers regularly, privately.” 

“And you’re certain it must be us?” Obi-Wan asks. You nod quickly, sharply. 

“I can’t trust anyone but the two of you,” you whisper. Obi-Wan nods at your words, then bows his head. Anakin follows suit. 

“Thank you, milady. We’ll meet you at midnight, in the gardens, to settle the matter.” Obi-Wan and Anakin hide under their robes once more, being even more careful to disguise themselves as you call out loudly for the handmaidens to return. 

~~~

The hours pass quickly, and you soon find yourself in the cover of the night’s darkness. Sleep eludes you tonight, and you are filled with restlessness. Your handmaidens have retired, sleeping outside of your bedchamber to ensure that you don’t leave. But they fortunately didn’t notice the ledge that goes from underneath the bedroom window to the bridge connecting the guest quarters to the Temple. 

The air in the room feels stale and suffocating as you toss and turn, counting down the minutes until your meeting with the Jedi. Your heart thumps torturously in its cage before you abandon your futile attempt to chase sleep. You find yourself at the window, sliding it open quietly as the breeze rushes in to kiss your face. Coruscant is beautiful and silent at this time of night, with only the whispers of distant sounds of the city blowing past you. 

The building ledge meets your bare feet when you slide over the window, and the distance from you to the ground is dizzying. Your palms and feet begin to feel slippery from sweat as your thoughts begin to spiral, fear of falling weakening you. You force yourself to shuffle closer to the bridge, focusing on controlling your movement as you do. 

And yet somehow, it’s all so freeing from this far up. No restrictions, no eyes on you, and all the troubles in the galaxy seem so small at this height. You could fall. Or you could keep going. The fear wasn’t what mattered, what mattered was that you were here and alone and it felt safer than you have felt in years. 

You force yourself to keep moving, ignoring the sweat gathering at the nape of your neck. Once you reach the bridge, you quickly jump onto it and hurry towards the gardens. 

The moons make the night soft with their hazy light. You swear that the temple seems so much more powerful in this light, with fewer Jedi wandering the grounds. They spare you a glance when you run past, your nightgown fluttering behind you. 

General Skywalker is the first thing you notice when you reach the garden, twirling a flower in his hands. It looks almost out of place with him, delicateness contrasting the strength of his hands. You get the feeling that he knows you’re there, despite the quietness of your arrival and the fact that you’ve been almost holding your breath as you watch him.  

“It won’t be a real marriage, you know. I love Padme, and I’ll love her til I die.” Ah, yes. Padme had warned you about this— about the intensity of his affection. Anakin Skywalker is not a man who works in subtleties. You hold back a scoff at his arrogance, choosing instead to clasp your hands in front of your nightgown and nod. 

“I don’t ask for your affection, General. Nor your companionship. I would, however, like for us to be allies.” The light of the planet’s four moons is muted in the garden, distorted by the thick layer of clouds and it makes the moment feel private. But you’ve been a double agent for long enough to know that there are always ears and eyes. You hold your tongue in fear of revealing something that could expose your mission just to get General Skywalker’s favor. 

General Skywalker clenches his jaw and drops the flower, studying you before nodding quietly. The flower is crushed under his boot as he stalks towards you. 

“But-” Your breath catches in your throat as you look into his eyes because he’s… pretty. You hadn’t thought of it before now, but as the moons’ lights fall so gently onto him, he seems ethereal. “But you will have to fake your affection, General. If you are unable to do that, I will respect that, but I’m afraid that would mean that you wouldn’t be suited for this mission.” 

“Padme recommended me for this mission, didn’t she?” General Skywalker asks you quietly, and you bite back a sigh at his obsession but find yourself nodding, albeit hesitantly. “Then the matter is settled, milady.” He leans in towards you, and you are lost in his eyes. 

“The matter is far from settled,” Master Kenobi’s sharp voice cuts through. You step back from Anakin, pressing your hand gently on your collarbone as your heart pounds against your ribcage. Your ears ring with embarrassment at the closeness that the Jedi Master had found you two in. 

“Agreed, Master Kenobi. I propose that General Skywalker join me within a month’s time on the planet. We will rendezvous somewhere we’ll be caught, publicly but also by my handmaidens.” 

“Force their hands,” Master Kenobi says, rubbing his jaw with the pads of his fingers as he thinks through the details of your plan. 

“I take issue with one large part, milady,” General Skywalker objects. He looks irritated, as he mostly has within the short time that you’ve interacted with him. Is this how he is as a lover? If so, no wonder Padme left him. 

Master Kenobi sighs aggravatedly and waves at the General, urging him to continue. “Padawan, I’d like to finish this conversation before the sun rises.” 

“I’ve got the feeling that it’ll do more than raise a few eyebrows if the Queen suddenly gets a new husband, all while one of the Jedi Knights and padawan to one of the greatest masters is… what, on a mission?” 

You smile grimly at his question. 

“There’s an easy answer to that question, General.” General Skywalker narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. “You’ll have to fake your death.” 

[sunwoniie]

can i please request bada taking care of a sick reader but reader is stubborn as heck 🥺🥺🫶🫶

STUBBORN

The tall girl is woken up by the sunbeams of the morning. As soon as she tries to open her eyes, the sun blinds her making her close them immediately. She brings her hands up to her face to rub her eyes while she turns around. She stretches her arm to reach and feel her lover, but she only finds emptiness.  

She removes the hand that was still rubbing her eyes and looks beside her, but she sees no one. She turns her face to look at the ceiling before she closes her eyes and signs.  

She hates it when you're not around when she wakes up. She wants to wake up to the sight of you every day, but your work steals all your mornings. 

Her thoughts are cut off by coughing sounds from outside the room. She fastly opens her eyes only to hear others coughing sounds, she gets up at a fast motion.  

As she walks towards the bedroom door, she continues hearing the coughing sounds. As soon as she opens the door, the sounds are amplified. 

She hears the sounds coming from the kitchen, she quickly walks towards it only to see you sitting at the table with a cup of tea in front of you while you are holding your head, with your eyes half closed and your red nose. You are clearly not fine and Bada can see that. It was a sunny day of spring, and you were dressed up as if it was snowing.  

"jagi," your girlfriend calls you out, "why are you not laying down when you're clearly sick?" You can barely open your eyes to look at her, "cause I—have to go to—work" you say as if you just ran a mile. 

"Oh baby, you can't got to work in that state. You can barely open your eyes how can you proceed to work" she walks towards and sit in front of you," I—can't miss a day, my—boss will fire me" you say before you cough 

"Let him fire you then, I never like him anyway" she rolls her eyes, "Bada— that's not— funny, I'll be jobless" 

"Come work at JUSTJERK as a secretary, the former secretary just gave birth. You'll get paid better and I'll get to see you more" before you could answer, your arm could support your head anymore letting your head falling on the table but before it does, your girlfriend catches it. 

"And you're telling me you want to go to work when you can barely lift your head" she says before standing up while still having her hand supporting your head. As she arrives next to you, she lifts your head up to make you look at her. she crouches to your level still holding your face. 

"I'm not letting you go to work in that state, you need to rest. I'll call your workplace to tell them that you won't be at work for a few days, alright?" "But I—" "nuh uh there's no room for discussion, now come on let me get you to bed" she turns around, still crouching. 

"Bada, w-what are y—" "just hope on, I'm getting you to bed" you don't want to arguing much longer and just did as she says. You hop on her back putting your arms on her shoulders and she slides her hands under you tights and stands up with you on her back. 

your head is resting on her shoulders as she walks toward your bedroom. Your eyes are close, and the only thing heard is the sound of your troubled breathing. "Mm Bada I'm fine I swear" you mumble loud enough for Bada to hear it "yeah right and I'm the queen Elisabeth" she says rolling her eyes. 

Before you could even realize it, she gently drops you on your soft mattress and carefully puts the blanket on you. you then watch her leave "where are you going?" "I'm going to get you something hot to put on your forehead and hot-water bottles then I'm calling you work and the doctor and finally I'll prepare you a soup that mom used to prepare me when I was sick" "you don' t need to do all of this" "I know but I'm doing it anyways cause I'm not letting you in that state without moving a finger" she says smiling warmly at you "anyways, I'll be back in a minute, don't move" she says before leaving the room. 

you weakly laugh at what she lastly said, "it's not like I can move, anyway" 

N/A: i feel like it's really bad

[tarotwithlove]

pick a card ⋆ what do you bring to the table?

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

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GROUP ONE

cards ⋆ two of wands (reversed), five of cups, six of cups, four of wands, two of pentacles (reversed). spellcasting oracle · beauty, lighten your load, strength.

songs ⋆ all the man that i need by whitney houston. weak by thando. the kids don’t wanna go home by declan mckenna. 

hey there group one ♡ you may not be financially well off, especially when compared to the people by whom you are surrounded; or when compared to the people you date or with whom you enter relationships.

the people around you may often have to shoulder your expenses and financial needs as their own - parents paying your rent or friends paying for your meals when you go out, for example. this may make you feel self conscious, and may keep you from dating, spending time with loved ones, or going out with friends and family. 

you may feel that you bring nothing to the table, but that is not true. you are a beautiful ray of light, and the people who want to spend time with you want to do so because of who you are and what you can do - not because of what you have. 

you are a shoulder for people to cry on. you are pillar of strength. you are sunbeam that makes people feel better about their own pain, suffering, and challenges. people don’t mind going above and beyond for you, or covering for you financially, because you make up for it by being present and carrying your weight in other ways. 

if someone were to make you feel less for your current financial status, that is a person who shouldn’t be in your life. the people who deserve to be in your life know and recognise that what you bring to the table is more than money can buy. they know, too, that once your financial situation turns around you will be as generous with your money as they were with theirs.

GROUP TWO

cards ⋆ six of swords, nine of wands, ten of wands, queen of cups, the moon. spellcasting oracle · home, dreams, happiness.

songs ⋆ needy by chanmina. long flight by taeyong. solo by frank ocean.

hey there group two ♡ what you bring to the table is your intellectual ability. you are an intelligent, well-read person, and what you bring to the table is both your intellect and your level-headed nature. people feel as if they can rely on you, especially when it comes down to making difficult decisions; they feel as if they can ask you for advice on anything and trust you to give objective input that will help them make the best possible decision.

this holds true even in small instances, and you may find that people ask you to make day-to-day decisions for them too - such as, what should they eat, what should they buy, what should they spend their day doing.

when people are in your company, they feel as if they can completely turn their brain off and put all their trust in you. they know that they can rely on you - for some, this is with regard to their financial future, especially if you have a career in financial planning, financial advising, or accounting, or if you are someone with a lot of investment or financial knowledge.

even if not, for all of you, people know that they can confide in you without judgement and put their lives in your hand without any fear.

GROUP THREE

cards ⋆ the world (reversed), nine of cups, the tower, eight of pentacles, seven of cups, the hermit (reversed). spellcasting oracle · protection, new beginnings, beauty. 

songs ⋆ matches by britney spears & backstreet boys. crush by yuna & usher. instagram by dean. 

hey there group three ♡ you may be on a journey of self-discovery or personal transformation. and while you may have started this not trying to be an inspiration to anyone that is what you have, eventually become.

what you bring to the table is your own passion that you rub off on the people around you. your passion for self-improvement and for life. this, and your beauty that makes people want to improve themselves physically to be “worthy” of being in your presence, or getting even a little bit of your attention.

you push people to change and make better choices. by seeing how you carry yourself and the standards to which you hold yourself, you make the people around you want to follow your lead. people feel as if by just being in your presence, they can start to live better lives. if only to start seeing their lives in a better light and want to start improving for not only themselves, but for you.

you make people want to do hard things to not only  make you proud but to make themselves proud. 

what you bring to the table is your purpose as a sort of trigger. you trigger people through your actions and behaviours and push them to live their lives to the fullest. you make people care about their health and physical appearance, because of how much you care about your health and physical appearance.

even while you don’t mean to do this, you push the people who meet you and who are around you to push themselves physcially and mentally - whether by exercising and working out regularly, eating a specific way, or doing the hard work of going after their dreams. 

GROUP FOUR

cards ⋆ ace of cups, four of swords, eight of pentacles, eight of cups (reversed), seven of wands, three of wands. spellcasting oracle · healing, travel, transformation. 

songs ⋆ my journey by brown eyed soul. up by cardi b. on my mama by victoria monet.

hey there group four ♡ what you bring to the table is first and foremost your confidence!

you may have had a difficult upbringing and faced many other challenges in your life, often feeling like an outsider or like you have to work twice as hard to be accepted or to even just be acknowledged. this may be because of your race or gender, or because of your role in the home as a middle child or stepchild. 

whatever your circumstances, they have time and time again pushed you to go above and beyond. but you have overcome and, in overcoming, you have become a confident and self-assured person.

however, you have remained humble and down-to-earth, thus making other people feel drawn to you and comfortable in your presence instead of intimidated and put off.

your confidence in yourself, the way that you speak and carry yourself… these are things that will get your foot in the door and that make people want to put their faith in your. people see you as incredibly successful. and if you are not currently successful, people see as you someone who will one day eventually be. thus, they want to keep you in their corner and want to make sure you are aware you can rely on them in any situation.