#to the possibility of loosing Padme

[carlav-blogs]

I need someone to tell me to draw so I can stop thinking about the complexities of Anakin Skywalker

[anakin-pilled]

𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 - anakin skywalker x fem! reader (part one)

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem! reader

wordcount: 4.8k

warnings: minimal uses of y/n (trying to avoid writing this as much as possible but sometimes u need to!), awkwardness, anakin needs a break, POV switching (im trying something new, but its still in 3rd POV), reader is a popstar (very loosely based of taylor swift), too many scenes (i'll limit it next chapter) rating: 18+ (my blog is 18+ only)

rating: 18+ (my blog is 18+ only)

taglist: lmk if u want to be added!

author's note: well, here it is!! my first anakin fanfic!! i was listening to gorgeous by taylor swift and it just reminded me of how much i hate beautiful men (hayden christensen) and the effect they have on me and then this feeling just spirialed and became a fanfic--and my first ever mini series! i'm aiming for four or five parts? enjoy!!! (proofread but if u see a mistake pls tell me). sorry if the first part is boring, i'm just trying to set the vibe and introduce the major plot elements! creds to saradika for the header!

All Anakin Skywalker wanted was one, uninterrupted kriffing break. Yet, even that seemed like too much to ask from the Maker. With an annoyed sigh, Anakin quickly ended the call on his comlink and made his way out of his living quarters and towards the Jedi Council’s meeting room. “What do they want from me now?” Anakin thought to himself. 

It wasn’t unusual for Anakin to sport an attitude, but lately, his foul mood had been exacerbated in the last few months for several reasons. Anakin’s recent breakup with Padme laid heavy in his heart. As the war raged on and both of their duties called them away for weeks, even months, at a time, the young couple rarely had time to see each other. It was supposed to be a small break at first–Padme was working on an important bill that could change the tide of the war, so she wanted to focus all her energy on gaining support for the bill from fellow Senators and campaigning for its passage on the Senate floor. So, Padme suggested that she and Anakin take a quick pause on their relationship until she was finished with the bill. But even after the bill passed, Padme was too consumed by her senatorial duties to put her all into a relationship. Anakin was just as busy on the battlefields, traveling to distant systems, and ensuring that the Separatists did not win any more than they already had. However, he was still willing to put an effort into their relationship because he loved Padme more than life itself. Padme was Anakin’s first love, and they had already been through so much together. Didn’t that mean something? It was late one night when the couple retired to Padme’s apartment that she dropped the news. Anakin felt as if his whole world shattered. He begged on his knees to Padme, to give them another chance. She insisted it was for the best and that she would reach out to him in a few months when she felt ready. Anakin would be lying if he said a part of him was shocked. After all, Padme put her job as Senator above everything else. But still, it hurt knowing that the one person who he would abandon everything for, would not do the same for him. 

Aside from the breakup, Anakin was tired of the constant fighting, the rising death toll, and the never-ending chaos that always seemed to follow him. The 501st Clone Battalion’s most recent war campaign was brutal, and they lost a few men to Trandoshan separatists while in battle at a small, Outer Rim planet. Anyone could see that Anakin thrived in war. He was nicknamed the “Hero With No Fear” for a reason. But, the death of his men, or any man under Republic forces, always left his heart and mind unsettled. 

As Anakin reached the door to the Jedi Council, he quickly shook his head as if to ward away his dark thoughts. He really should meditate more. The door opened and Anakin was greeted with the sight of the Jedi Masters sitting in a circle, he noticed many of them appeared via holoprojectors. 

“Hello masters,” Anakin said with a bow. He looked around until he met eyes with Obi-Wan, who happened to be off-planet at the moment. Obi-Wan gave Anakin an uneasy smile which blared the alarms in Anakin’s head. Anakin was already in a defensive mode due to his rocky relationship with the council. 

It was Mace Windu who spoke first. “General Skywalker, we have called you here today to discuss an upcoming mission. It is to our understanding that you are currently on a break right now, however, you were specifically requested by the Chancellor for this task.” It must be an important mission if the Chancellor himself requested that Anakin carry it out. 

“There will be an upcoming charity event hosted in honor of the Republic to raise funds for the war effort. The event is being held in Corulag in ten rotations from now. While Corulag is part of the Republic, there have been recent Separatist activities within the planet and its system,” Master Windu continued.

“And what will I need to do while in Corulag?” Anakin asked with a slight edge in his voice. He really didn’t want to travel off-world.

“You will be the personal escort and bodyguard to the charity’s main event, singer (Y/N) (L/N). She will be performing a show as part of the charity and her presence is estimated to bring in a lot of credits for the war effort. While we don’t personally believe there will be a threat on her life, the Chancellor suspects that the Separatists may try to infiltrate the singer as a way to ruin the charity’s efforts.” 

Anakin felt his annoyance flare up again. He was being taken away from his well-deserved break time to babysit a singer? This was a job that even a Padawan could carry–Ahsoka could do it with her eyes closed. 

Even through the holoprojector, Obi-Wan could see the tale tell signs of his former student’s growing anger. He pitied the boy. Obi-Wan felt that Anakin deserved his break, especially after his most recent mission. However, it was not up to Obi-Wan alone to make these decisions. With the war prolonging itself more than necessary and the expenses rising every day, the Republic needed as many credits as it could get from its supporters. Obi-Wan quickly piqued up from the side to calm his friend, “Anakin, the Chancellor personally requested you as the singer is a family friend of his, and he trusts you. The Council will discuss giving you vacation time after completing your mission.” As vexed as Anakin might have been at first, he certainly didn’t want to disappoint the Chancellor. He had no choice but to accept the mission. Anakin silently nodded to the council. 

“Recieve more instructions tomorrow, you will. Rest for now,” said Yoda from his chair. 

And with that, the meeting was over. Anakin said his goodbyes with a bow and walked out.

After Anakin left the meeting, he headed towards the Jedi Archives to conduct some research on his new mission. He wasn’t interested in who the singer was, or what she did. Rather, he wanted to know what kind of person she was–was she a controversial celebrity, or did she stay in the lines? Anakin prayed he wasn’t dealing with some crazy, entitled celebrity who did whatever she wanted. That would make his mission harder than it needed to be. He had heard of the singer’s name in passing from Ahsoka, who kept up with recent trends via the HoloNet. As a General and a Jedi Knight, Anakin no longer had the same sense of freedom that he had as a Padawan, even though he had much less freedom than his other Padawan counterparts. “Perks of being the Chosen One, I suppose,” Anakin bitterly whispered to himself. 

Anakin filtered past the front desk of the Archives after giving Madame Jocasta a quick nod and small time. He wanted to be in and out so he could get food from the Temple’s cantina before retreating to his living quarters for the night. 

“What do you mean they are assigning a Jedi Knight as my security detail?! I thought this was supposed to be a simple concert for a charity event, why are they assigning a Jedi if there is no imminent danger?!” you exclaimed to your manager, Gido Frisco, with a pointed look. 

When you agreed to perform at this charity event, you did so because you wanted to help raise credits for the Republic. Your management discouraged you from having any outspoken opinions on politics as it could lead to alienation from fans and tabloid backlash. But after your home planet became a recent victim to Separatist forces, you could no longer idly sit by and continue living as if the war didn’t affect you. When the charity’s organizers approached you to do this event, you happily agreed because all the credits earned were going to a meaningful cause. To the Republic. To democracy. 

The event was to consist of several performances by famous artists from throughout the Core Worlds, but you were the headlining event. Though you would humbly deny it, your popularity superseded everyone else set to perform. The media and your fans dubbed you “the Galaxy’s princess” due to your popularity as a singer across the Galactic Core. You hated that nickname. You were very far from a princess–you were just lucky enough to be born with an innate musical talent. Nonetheless, you were still treated as if you were royalty. 

“Look, I’m going to be blunt with you. There has been Separatist activity in and around Corulag, but we don’t predict that it will directly affect you. Think of the Jedi as an extra security personnel. They won’t let anybody or anything hurt you,” explained Gido. 

“Who is we?”

“We as in myself, and the Chancellor. He was quite worried for your safety when he heard of your acceptance to perform.” That made much more sense. The Chancellor, an old family friend of yours, often looked out for you throughout your years on Coruscant. You had no family on the planet as all your family lived on Bar’leth, only visiting you every few months. While you saw them as often as you could, the help and care they provided you was limited to messages on your holo tablet and calls via communicator. The Chancellor took it upon himself to help you whenever he could. You were extremely grateful for his help, but you couldn’t help but feel unnerved by the thought of having a Jedi accompany you. You knew Jedis were the peacekeepers of the galaxy. As the war started and worsened, the Jedi were thrust into a new, partial position. Where the Jedi went, trouble unfortunately followed. Would more trouble follow you if you were accompanied by a Jedi than if you were not? Only time would tell. 

“Very well. And when will I meet this Jedi?” 

“You will meet him tomorrow morning. Please do not stress the situation. We are merely taking precautions. Rest for tonight and we will talk more in the morning. Goodnight, princess.” And with that, Gido walked out of your apartment and you were left alone.

You walked outside and onto your balcony and observed the night sky. Your eyes followed the speeders flying through the air–a cacophony of honks and whizzes! reached your ears. You leaned upon the stone masonry of the balcony’s railing and rested your elbows on its surface. You then laid your cheek in your palm and closed your eyes as the lights of Corscuant reflected off your statue. You took into the slight breeze of the night and enjoyed this moment of serenity. Who knows what the next few rotations will bring? You could only hope you would suffer a nicer faith than your home planet. Your eyes opened, and you retreated into the lush interior of your apartment and began your nightly routine. 

Holy kriff, this man is kriffing gorgeous! Those were the first words that popped into your head when you saw the Jedi knight walk into your living room. It was early in the morning. You thought he was only supposed to accompany you at the charity benefit, but your team thought it would be best if he accompanied you throughout the week as you prepared for the event and ran errands. 

As he walked closer to you, you felt your mouth run dry and a creeping heating sensation sprouted from the base of your neck to your cheeks. You could only hope he didn’t feel the heat radiating off your body. He was wearing dark-colored robes, with a maroon long-sleeve undershirt, and only one leather glove on his right arm. Was this a fashion statement of some kind? Gido spoke up before you could say anything. 

“Welcome, and thank you for being here Jedi. I can assure you that it means very much to us and I hope that you find yourself comfortable for the next few rotations. Our team will do its best to ensure you are properly accommodated. My name is Gido Frisco, and I am (Y/N)’s manager.” Gido reached out his hand for Anakin to shake. Anakin took his hand in a firm grip and replied.

“Thank you. My name is Anakin Skywalker, general of the 501st Legion. I will do my best to keep (Y/N) safe.”

Anakin. You had heard of him before–he was the Republic’s poster boy and a very successful leader. Though you knew of him, you had yet to put a face to the name until now. Instead of making eye contact with the man, you simply stared at the ground until Gido included you in the conversation. 

“And this is (Y/N),” Gido said. 

You then looked up at Anakin and made eye contact with the gorgeous man in front of you. Your eyes widened slightly as you took in the color of his eyes. They were a dazzling shade of blue that was highlighted by the scar running down the right side of his forehead to underneath his eye. 

There was an awkward moment of silence before you stuttered as you reintroduced your name to Anakin and shook his hand. Shit, he's strong, you thought as he shook your hand with a firm grasp. If there was one thing you were weak for, it was a strong man. A strong, beautiful man!

“Pleasure to meet you too. I’ll be at your service this week,” Anakin stated with a small smile. Kriff, even his voice was attractive! You could only stare at him and nod. You were truly at a loss for words. Wait, can he hear my thoughts right now? You thought to yourself. You heard the Jedi could use the Force to read minds, but you didn’t know if this was just a rumor. You hoped it was just a rumor or you'd find yourself burying yourself six feet under the ground out of embarrassment.

“Well, now that you two are acquainted, I’ll be taking Anakin so we can go over the security details. Stay here until then.” Gido then led Anakin out of the room and that was the last you saw of the Jedi until dinner time. 

When Anakin woke up the next morning, he walked toward the Temple’s catina to grab a warm cup of caf and breakfast. The food was meager most days, but it beat having to live off the plain-tasting ration bars that he ate most of the time when he was on missions and campaigns. As Anakin walked through the tables to find a seat, he was greeted by the site of his former master sipping on a cup of tea and conversing with Ahsoka. 

“Ahh, Anakin. Nice to see you this morning. I am terribly sorry that you have been called upon for another mission. I do believe that your rest was well-deserved, but unfortunately, I had no power over this decision,” Obi-Wan stated as he continued to sip on his tea. 

“Thanks, Master. I can’t say I’m particularly excited about this, but hopefully, after this is done, I can properly enjoy my rest.”

“Master, you’re so lucky! I am so jealous of you right now. I wish I could join you, but Master Sinabu has requested that I assist him in a few lessons with the younglings,” Ashoka pipped in. “Hey, do you think you could get me an autograph?” She was excited. Ahsoka was no stranger to being in the company of high-profile people, but most of the time, it was limited to officials and members of the Senate. Boring! The thought of her master working with one of the most famous singers of this generation was honestly hilarious to her. A part of her wished it was her on this mission instead. The last time Anakin was on babysitting duty was when Ahsoka first joined Anakin as his Padawan was to rescue Jabba the Hutt’s son. Much like Anakin, Ahsoka believed this task could’ve been carried out by a Padawan, but as Obi-Wan explained to her, the Chancellor personally requested Anakin for this task. 

“Snips, I’m there to protect, not get autographs. Try practicing your mediation skills, and maybe I’ll get you an autograph,” Anakin said with a small smirk on his face. Much like him in his Padawan days, Ahsoka found meditating tedious and boring. He honestly should meditate more to set a better example, but Anakin’s teaching method was more of “Do as I say, not as I do.” 

“Oh come on Skyguy! You owe me this favor after I saved your butt back on Florrum. What would you have done if I wasn’t there to save you from all those assassin droids?” quipped Ashoka with a slight raise in her eyebrows. Damn, she got me there, thought Anakin to himself. But, he wasn’t going to let her have this win so easily. One might say that Anakin was acting immature for his age, but he and Ahsoka’s relationship thrived off witty remarks and friendly competition. Anakin’s relationship with Ahsoka was one of the most precious things in his life. 

“Except I won our last sparring battle. That makes us even, no?” Ahsoka’s smile quickly dropped, and she glared at her master. Anakin took a sip of his caf and continued, “Only kidding, Snips. I’ll try to get you that autograph. I might be too busy trying to keep this singer out of trouble.”

Obi-Wan observed his former student and Ahsoka with fondness. “Do not worry, young one. You will beat Anakin one day. A student is only as good as their teacher, and you have a good teacher. I would know–I taught him,” Obi-Wan joked with the two. “Anakin, I hope this mission goes smoothly. I know how badly your last assignment went.” Obi-Wan placed his hand on Anakin’s shoulder and squeezed it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Though Anakin’s ego subsided since he lost his arm at the Battle of Geonosis, it didn’t mean he liked talking about his failures. The Separatists somehow acquired important Republic intel and managed to ruin Anakin’s battle strategy with a surprise attack. He and his men just barely made it out on time before a full Separatist takeover happened. Anakin’s appetite was ruined by the thought of it. 

Suddenly, Anakin’s commlink beeped and he knew it was time to head out to the hangar and receive his instructions for the week. He said his farewells to Obi-Wan and Ahsoka before going to the hangar, where he was surprisingly greeted by the Chancellor. The older man smiled at Anakin and shook his hand.

“Anakin, my boy. I cannot express my gratitude to you for accepting this assignment. You see, I specifically asked for you because I knew that I could trust you with my dear family friend. I do hope that you take care of her well.” 

“Of course, Chancellor. She will be safe under my watch.” 

“Now, she shouldn’t give you any trouble. She is a well-mannered girl. However, I have just received secret Separatist intel and wanted to share it with you before I visit the council. According to the intel, Count Dooku has ordered intelligence to interfere with the benefit. Our report says that he is planning on hacking our broadcasting signal and threatening the talent for the whole galaxy to see. For what, I do not not know. While we do expect the benefit to raise many credits for the Republic, the show will also provide a boost in morale for the citizens of the Republic. I theorize that Count Dooku wishes to ruin the public’s perception of the Republic’s efficiency and control over the war and the talent are a way to do this,” explained Chancellor Palpatine.

Anakin furrowed his brows. “Seems like Count Dooku is running out of scare tactics. Chancellor, the Jedi will ensure that the benefit proceeds as expected and that no harm comes to anyone there.” 

The Chancellor smiled at Anakin’s words. “Thank you, my boy. Now I mustn’t take any more of your time. I will let you go now. You will receive more information on the Separatist intel later on.”

Anakin and the Chancellor shook hands once more before Anakin boarded his ship and plugged in the coordinates provided to him by the council. 

Anakin’s first impression of you was that you were pretty. A delicate kind of pretty that Anakin had only seen in one other person before, Padme. But as quickly as the thought entered his conscious, he pushed it toward the back of his mind. What was he even thinking? He chalked up to him missing Padme. Yeah…Anakin just missed Padme and now that he was in the same familiar situation that he was in a few years ago when he first met Padme, familiar feelings are rising. After all, this wasn’t the first time Anakin had been sent on bodyguard duty for a well-known beautiful public figure. 

Your manager introduced himself to Anakin and then introduced you to him. Though he wasn’t excited about this mission, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit relieved that he would be staying in your luxurious apartment for the next few rotations until you traveled off-world. It wasn’t very often that the Jedi were afforded such accommodations. Anakin had spent his fair share of nights seeking refuge in strange, foreign biomes with only mere sticks and leaves as shelter. If he couldn’t sleep in the comfort of his private quarters at the Temple, he might as well enjoy the lavish high-rise Coruscanti apartment. 

Despite Anakin’s initial impression of you, your reaction toward him was…intriguing. Based on his research last night, Anakin couldn’t anything on the HoloNet that painted you in a bad light. Sure, there were the occasional tabloid articles that made outrageous claims about you, but all of those were overridden by the amount of good publicity you got. Charismatic, friendly, confident, a sweetheart–these were all words used to describe you by the various media outlets. But the person standing in front of Anakin seemed everything but that. 

Your nervous energy radiated off you and permeated Anakin’s senses through the force. You avoided eye contact with him until your manager forced you to properly look at Anakin and introduce yourself to him. You definitely didn’t seem as confident as the Holo Net made you out to be, but Anakin didn’t fault you for this. He’s sure you felt nervous in the presence of a Jedi because it implied that there was some danger lurking around. If there wasn’t, he wouldn’t have been assigned to his task. What did you know about the terrors of war and the cruel reality of death and destruction? You were just a rich celebrity located within the safe confines of the Galatic Core. Anakin felt a twinge of jealousy at this notion. He knew that he belonged with the Jedi, but Anakin couldn’t help but feel envy at the fact that you were simply an innocent civilian whose daily life was virtually unaffected by the war. You didn’t have to witness violent bloodshed, say goodbye to your comrades, and live life constantly on the move. Sometimes Anakin longed for his days on Tatooine when he lived with his mother and worked in Watto’s workshop. He was a poor slaveboy, but at least he had his mother, and life was relatively peaceful. Before Anakin could harp on these thoughts any longer, he caught a stray thought that didn’t belong to him. 

Kriff, even his voice was attractive! Anakin was sure the thought didn’t belong to Gido, so he could only assume that it belonged to the woman standing in front of him. Anakin internally smirked to himself. Could it be that Anakin made you nervous for reasons other than him being a Jedi? Perhaps…you found Anakin attractive. Anakin didn’t care if you found him attractive, but it did boost his ego a bit. It seems his split from Padme was affecting him more than he thought. Since when did trivial things like this matter? 

Anakin looked over you once more before following Gido to discuss the schedule and plan for the upcoming rotations. 

Dinner was…awkward, to say the least. It was just you and Anakin eating in your dining room. Gido had some business he needed to attend to so he could not join you for dinner. Anakin insisted that he could eat somewhere else as he did not want to intrude, but you insisted that he eat with you. It was the polite thing to do. But after you insisted that Anakin sat with you, you realized that you had nothing to talk about. A singer and a Jedi Knight turned war general? What would you have in common? A pregnant silence enshrouded you both. Only the soft clinks of silverware could be heard. 

You sipped on your water every few bites to calm your nerves. This was so unlike you! Honestly, you were never one to shy away from anyone’s presence. A part of your job was selling a likable persona to the public–countless interviews, media appearances, meet and greets! You had done these all with grace and a smile. Yet you couldn’t find the proper words to say to the gorgeous man sitting right across from you. Geez, he must think I’m one of those stuck-up celebrities, you chided in your head. You were far from stuck up, but something about Anakin set your nerves on fire and made the social part of your brain feel like mush. Sweat started building up in your armpits as you thought about it. You had to do something to salvage your reputation and stop yourself from sweating through your outfit.

You cleared your throat and looked up from your dinner plate. “So, Anakin. How do you know the Chancellor? I hear you’re friends with him.”

“I’ve known the Chancellor since I was a little boy. We first met when I left my home planet after I was discovered by a Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn. He was Naboo’s representative back then.”

“Oh, that's interesting. My family goes way back with the Chancellor too. My father and him studied at the same university on Naboo. Though my father was a few grades below the Chancellor, they became good friends,” you replied. 

Anakin nodded at your story before focusing his attention elsewhere. You internally deflated once you saw he did not seem to care about keeping a conversation. However, if you were going to spend the new few rotations together, you’d rather it not be more awkward than it already was. 

“Uhm, where are you from? You mentioned that you left your home planet. I’m not from Coruscant either! I am from Bar’leth.” 

“Tatooine,” Anakin answered curtly. The way Anakin said Tatooine almost made you think that he disliked his home planet. He didn’t say it with any fondness, or longing. 

“That’s in the Outer Rim, right? I’ve never been. How is it?” you questioned.

“Hot, lawless, and sandy.” Another short answer.

You got the impression that Anakin wasn’t exactly fond of his home planet, so you decided to change the subject of conversation. “You travel a lot as a Jedi. Which has been your favorite planet so far?”

Anakin was silent for a moment before, as if he were thinking deeply about it. In reality, Anakin knew his favorite planet. Naboo. He only paused for a moment because he was unsure if he wanted to reveal this information to you. Though it was seemingly an innocent question (and it was), Anakin felt it was a vulnerable question. Naboo is the planet he spent days frolicking in the lush, romantic meadows with Padme, falling deeper in love with her as the days passed. Naboo represented a part of Anakin that no longer existed–an Anakin that didn’t know the pain of losing a mother, losing a part of himself in the process. When his mother died, gone became the young boy with a golden aura and eyes full of hope. On Naboo, Anakin was still bright and naive with a laughter full of joy and excitement. That Anakin died the day he and Padme set out to find his mother on Tatooine. Anakin wished every day to the Maker that part of him could come back from the dead and replace who he currently was. To better days.

“Naboo. That’s my favorite planet,” answered Anakin. He decided to be truthful instead of responding with a random planet. Anakin didn’t know what compelled him, but he knew you were only being polite. 

“Naboo is beautiful. Though I mainly grew up in Bar’leth, I spent a lot of my childhood summers in Naboo. I don’t think there is any other planet with views as stunning as Naboo,” you revealed. 

You felt that there was nothing else to say. The remainder of the dinner was quiet. Though there wasn’t as much tension as before, it was still awkward. You finished your dinner as quickly as possible before retreating to your personal quarters for the evening. 

To be continued!

[thecoffeelorian]

Fandom Friday--The Fanart Edition

06/14/2024

Hello again, everyone…and welcome back to another Fandom Friday.

The purpose of these entries, if you have not yet heard it, is to bring more visibility to art and stories that might otherwise go unnoticed on the Tumblr timeline, as well as to help the creators of such fanworks achieve more followers in the process.

Today is also the day where I feel as though I should make an important announcement, because it deals with future installments of this series and I don't want anybody to be surprised/shocked...:

Since the 10-link limit was starting to hold me back a bit too much, if not also cause me to only add art links when I really wanted to include fanfiction links as well...I'm going to start doing a total of 7 links for each medium in two separate entries, as I feel that I won't be leaving as many writers or artists out this way.

And so, without further delay...here are the fanart recommendations for this week!

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanart--By @gorlicberd:

The Clone Wars Fanart--By @dessinatsunset:

TALES OF THE JEDI

Tales Of The Jedi Fanart--By @thessbread:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @kzya111:

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @bitterfishiesstuff:

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @doodlingfoolishness:

CROSSING THE FANDOM STREAMS

Star Wars Rebels/Jurassic Park--By @swordbladeknight7:

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every week, highlight those artists who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the artists a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget...this post will be continued in its second half: the Fanfiction Edition. Thank you, good morning, and I'll see you in the next post!

The No Pressure Tag List: @musicalselaw @gun-roswell @callsign-denmark @melymigo @saphiranishimurashan

@theosb0rnway @hastalavistabyebye @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod @vincili @tlmtwelve

@bbtechsimp @thatflatfrog @algo-o-nada @ankossss @tazmbc1

@yeehawgeek @tech-aficionado @exquisitesarcasm @korribanarchive @msknight10

@sharpasanaro @that-gay-jedi @badbatchposts @quietgingerfangirl @sunshinechildskywalker

@universitysunflowers @littlefeatherr @riverside-of-neverland @pastasmoothie @cyberscorch

@ilovemedia @cinnamonsugar-pretzel @brownielocks69 @here-comes-the-moose @skellymom

@lilithastar @maxims-multifandom-corner @serinzatravel-blog @rott1ngbra1n @snap-my-kneecaps and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new and interesting works around the fandom.

[thegreatwicked]

@pickleprickle found a little something for you! I think I need to write a Sith Obiwan, he needs a Sith name though, I think in a universe where Obi-wan fell to the dark side it goes one of two ways; option one: he fell after Quigons death and he killed Maul and just never returned to the Order. Option two has two possibilities: either he fell to the dark side after he killed Anakin on Mustafar and realized it was the fault of the Jedi that this happened and how corrupt they were. Possibility two is very similar in that Anakin realizes he’s attacked Padme and thinks he killed her so he turns his lightsaber on himself, Padme later lives long enough to deliver but when she’s told Anakin is dead she looses the will to live and Obi-wan is completely lost and picked up by Palpatine or maybe he kills Palpatine and he takes the name Darth Solitus, drawing from the Latin word “Solitus” meaning “alone” or “solitary” and I think it definitely reflects on the solitude and emotional detachment that characterizes Obi-wand Jedi personae. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

[cptsd-skywalker]

"...possibly sexual abuse given his relationship to Palpatine included going to bars and sharing the same sleeping quarters during that time. He also touches Anakin in super creepy ways in ROTS novelization that recalled me to my own abuse..."

You don't want to know how long my internal screaming and sick feeling over seeing Palpatine touch Anakin (who did NOT want to be touched) on screen took to click. Because I honestly confused being molested with being physically abused as a child. But once I realized...I.

And Palpatine KEPT putting himself alone with children too. No one saw. And for Anakin coming from Tatooine? It could have been worse he thinks. It's just the cost of social climbing. It's what HAPPENS to people like. He would have normalized it because of his history of trauma. And no one thought to check.

As a trauma survivor, watching anytime Palpatine touches Anakin in a frankly sensual way on the shoulder or arms in TCW or the Prequals always makes my stomach churn. It’s very predatory. It always reminds me of my own abuser. It’s part of the reason I headcannon him as explicitly sexually abusing him, though in cannon the covert sexual abuse is bad enough.

This is the definition of child grooming.

Palpatine purposefully exposes Anakin to sexually explicit and inappropriate situations to destroy his boundaries little by little, while also cultivating a relationship of closet close secrecy. He makes Anakin feel safe with him while slowly turning up the temperature in Anakin’s pot until he is boiling and none the wiser. As a child, he knows Anakin is desperate for a real connection to family after being separated from his mother. He knows that Anakin is vulnerable and that he has the Jedi at his mercy, so he uses that power to get Anakin alone to have private talks with the child in his private rooms. Deeply inappropriate at best and blatant CSA coding at worst.

You are not the only one to notice inappropriately sexual undertones in thier relationship. Just look at their exchange whenever Anakin is turned to the darkside. Anakins boundaries have been so thoroughly destroyed that he feels totally culpable with Palpatine even though at this point he has only actually attacked 1 Jedi. He technically speaking could turn back, but because of the grooming and secrecy and the isolation that Palpatine has inflicted on Anakin; Anakin feels as though he is just as guilty when in reality he is a victim. That is exactly how child predators keep their victims from telling. They tell their victims that they wanted the abuse and that they are just as guilty as the abuser, that they won’t be believed or will even be punished, that they will loose everything they love. In this case for Anakin it means loosing his place in the Jedi Order, loosing Obi Wan as a friend, and loosing Padme his only love. For Anakin, he is choosing the option where at least he can save one of those options, while the other two are a foregone conclusion. He believes because of the conditioning he’s been under since he was 9 by both the Jedi and Palpatine that he is a lost cause the moment he so much as toes the line of the darkside, which is of course a sunken cost fallacy that he has already sold his soul to the devil.

The sexual imagery in the scene wherein Anakin is on his knees and in total submission to Palpatines whims is not lost on me @komikbookgeek. It smacks of the power dynamic of an abuser who has completely subdued their victim into emotional slavery, and it is not a coincidence that many 18+ fics have interpreted the scene after as a sexual one. It’s a clear coding of their power dynamic reading to me the same as when my father sexually abused me. He told me that I had “done it once and liked it” so the other times made no difference. He had already sullied me, so me telling him no was a mute point and entirely unreasonable. I believed him much like Anakin believes Palpatine. You are already worthless to them. But you have great use for me. It is so heartbreaking to me that Anakin remains trapped in that horrific cycle for the next 20 years.

This scene was no accident in my opinion:

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Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness part 2

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: Cannon typical violence, language, Depressive and stress related descriptions, stim shots and over use of medications(didn't know so tagged in case), injuries & not appropriately treating them, JANGO FETT! (we love him! but definitely a warning)

A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!

PS- I've been stuck with writers block for these latest chapters so it's going REALLY SLOW! I am so sorry guys, I'm doing ma best. Definitely gonna take a break after this arc to build up a few chapters so hopefully this doesn't happen again.

Picture Credit: Lucasfilm and pinterest

Words: 7000

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“Et nomine Kaf, et frappuccino, et soda and chocolate... Aaaaahhhh Fuck here we go.” You muttered the funny little chant to yourself before exiting the lift.

It was a long day already. The changeling's death, the autopsy, debriefing the council, the meeting with Padme; you were done with the day much less the week. The jorgan fruit to top this cake was the council riding roughshod over you all. Sending Anakin on this protection detail solo was not a good idea, especially after what Dorme had reported back.

Moping and complaining to you was one thing, but it wasn't acceptable on an assignment. Even less acceptable to the person they were assigned to protect. Taking a deep breath to remind yourself yet again that he was young and still maturing, you resisted the urge to knock sense into him repeatedly. Entering the guest room where Anakin was currently trying his best to get dressed did draw a wan smile though. He was fighting the material, trying to fasten it like a robe instead of a shirt.

“Pull that any harder and you won't have but your trousers and vest to wear.”

“You sound like Obi Wan,” Anakin turned sourly to you, he could already sense the lecture coming. “I'm a Jedi, not a fashion model.”

“Oooh someone's in a mood I see.”

Anakin threw up his hands in frustration, “I look like a puffer pig on Lifeday eve.”

“Yes, but a very handsome puffer pig.”

“Yeah right,” Anakin was fighting a smile.

“Well it still looks good on you.” You waived off his hands and started refastening the loose shirt then handed him the over coat. “Last time I helped you like this was your first days as our Padawan, now it's your first big solo mission.”

“Master Y/n?” Anakin felt a ripple in your signature, wistful and sad. “I promise we'll be fine, you don't have to worry.”

Raising an eyebrow you hummed in your throat, “I wonder sometimes if there is something that I have forgotten... some nugget of wisdom that hasn't yet been passed. Have I done all that is possible to protect and guide you?”

Anakin had towered over you for a few years now and yet it still felt like he was that small boy sitting with you at the pond. He felt you take his hand, giving a squeeze looking up at him with those knowing eyes. Casting his own gaze to his boots Anakin felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment, “Guess I've been a bit dumb huh?”

“Just young. ” Letting go to tug at his braid you watched as a smile quirked up. “Hey look I'm no council member, but I do have a little wisdom that I haven't quite passed on that you may need for this mission.”

You reached a hand into your robes to retrieve a small object, one that had lived in your desk for sometime. You had hoped that it would be a while yet till he needed this, but you could no more stop the passage of time than to stop the flow of the living Force. Perhaps you were so cautious with Anakin because of your own misfortunes, maybe it was the few rough missions and close calls. Taking the bracelet that matched Obi Wan's you fastened it to his wrist, slowly letting the words flow.

“You have the biggest heart Anakin Skywalker and you're a damn fine apprentice. I have no doubt that you can protect yourself and Senator Amidala from whatever gets thrown your way. Yes I will worry, but only because I care for you so much and want you safe. As your Master though, I know that I must let you go no matter how hard that is for me. We will be with you always and if you ever doubt it just look right here.” Tapping the bracelet you took a deep breath and glanced up at those bright blue eyes. They were different from Obi Wan's, more mirthful and cocky. You never wanted that mirth to leave him, you'd spare him any heartache if you could, but that was life and so your apprentice must take the good with the bad as you all did. “Now about that big heart.”

“Master I...”

Holding up a hand you smiled again at the young man. “I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I shot your feelings down right now wouldn't I?”

“I don't know...”

“Yes you do.” Quirking up a brow at your apprentice and giggling at the blush that now spread up to his ears. “Don't tell Obi Wan though, he likes to think he's so sneaky. And I'm sorry that I was so remiss in advising you before all this started.”

“Well it's not like Jedi usually have significant others.” Anakin snarked.

“Be that as it may, I do have a little advice. Be honest and tell her how you feel, what you admire, what you think. Listen to what she has to say instead of thinking that you're right all the time. Don't let your pride speak where your heart should. And above all else never let your pride and heart out pace your brain... if anyone could testify about that it's me.” Giving his hand a last squeeze you stepped back to get one last glance at him, no longer the boy but the man.

Anakin glanced down at his feet again, “What if she doesn't feel the same way?”

“That is the risk we take,” using your finger to tip his chin back up you gave him a kind look. “Either way at least you'll know, which is better than wallowing in the what if's. Take your shot kid, the Force will be with you.”

“As it is with you Master.”

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“Sarinysium is hard stuff to come by kiddo... even harder to produce correctly,” Maffa studied his young friend from across the desk. Bone and soul tired like you hadn't slept in several days, and then there was the small fact that you had come to him for information. While he was more than happy to oblige you, Maffa also knew that you didn't turn to him for help lightly. Must be a real emergency, he figured. “With a concentration and distillation of this quality though... a few that come to mind.”

“Anyone from the planets that have left the Republic?” You swirled the amber liquor clinking the ice on the sides of the glass. You wouldn't breathe easy till Anakin checked in from the hiding place and were also anxious to hear what Obi Wan had found out from Dex. You didn't have the premonitory gifts of your Master, none the less you felt the edge of war's knife at the throat of the galaxy. Looking to the old gangster you saw that even he could tell the tides were changing.

“One or two but the one that comes most to mind is a planet called Kamino. Lot of war profiteers, cloners that make armies for hire, weapons manufacture and testing.” Maffa took a sip of his own glass, pursing his lips. “Y/n please let someone else handle this. These type of folks mood changes with the wind and the highest bidder.”

“I wish I could... but duty calls.” Downing the last of your drink you smiled at your friend. “Besides you know Obi Wan will keep track of me well enough.”

Maffa sighed heavily, but shrugged his shoulders and wrote some information on a flimsy for you. As you grasped the sheet he took hold tightly. “Just be safe little Y/n. If someone has brought back a weapon like this, there's no telling what they have up their sleeves.”

Giving Maffa a hug you promised to come back by after your mission. You called Obi Boy, he had found a similar lead to the mysterious planet Kamino and was headed to the Archives. By the time you had arrived though he had struck a dead end there and apparently upset Master Nu in the process. With the two of you at a loss you thought on what Master Melri would do. “Well when in doubt, find a wiser adult.”

“I think Master Yoda is teaching sabers to the younglings today.” Obi Wan gazed down at your haggard appearance, sighing at the sight. As the two of you made your way down the halls he pulled you into one of the blind corners. Circling his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your head. “You look a fright wee one, here let me help.”

“Sorry, I haven't even been back to our quarters yet.”

Obi Wan turned you so he could fix your ponytail. He could also tell that you'd been subsisting on nothing but Kaf by how shaky your body was. You spun in his arms laying your head against his sternum. Laying his head to yours Obi Wan sighed knowing that this was exhausting for the both of you. “Come wee one, let us consult with the most adult person we know.”

“Don't think, feel with the Force. Help you it will.” Yoda focused on the small ones before him. Young though they were, strong and skilled were they too. Much like a great garden these younglings minds simply needed nurturing and time for them to reach their potential. Sensing the approaching knights Yoda clacked his staff on the floor. “Younglings, Younglings visitors we have.”

“Hello Master Kenobi and Master L/n.”

"Hello Younglings,” Obi Wan gave a small smile. “We're sorry to disturb you Master.”

“Teddy Bear Clan! How's your class today lil squishes?” A wave of giggling bounced around the room. You smiled at the group of children, no matter how tired you were, seeing them certainly buoyed your spirits. Now if you could remain upright that'd be a trick.

Yoda laughed at your greeting, “What help to you can I be?”

“Why don't you take the lead Obi Boy, I'm gonna test the structural integrity of that post.”

“Indeed, we shall see whom crumbles first.” Obi Wan tried to hide his grin, instead focusing more on the wise Master before him. “We're looking for a planet described to us by separate acquaintances, but it doesn't appear in the archives.”

“Lost a planet have you? How embarrassing... how embarrassing. Liam, the shades,” Master Yoda raised the reader and gestured for all to come closer. “Gather around the map reader, clear your minds and find this lost planet we will.”

With the room darkening your mind started to really blank, so very tempted to fall asleep right there standing against the pillar. Instead you tracked Obi Wan as he paced the room.

“It ought to be here, but it isn't.” Obi Wan shook his head at the empty space on the map.

You nodded in agreement, “Maffa said the same, right between Scarif and the Rishi moon.”

“Gravity is pulling all of the stars in the system to this spot.” Obi Wan looked to you. “What do you think darling?”

“Nothing good I can tell you that.”

“Gravity's silhouette remains, but the star and all of its planets have disappeared. How can this be?” Yoda gazed at his charges, young and old alike. “Hmm a thought? Anyone?”

One little hand raised, their voice so very calm, “Master, it's because someone erased it from the archive memories.”

“Truly wonderful the mind of a child is. The Padawan is right, go to the center of gravity's pull and find the missing planet you will.” Yoda began to walk towards the hallway, the two knights following.

“Master Yoda who could have emptied the data from the archives? Isn't that impossible?” Obi Wan did not like where this evidence was leading.

“Dangerous and disturbing this is, only a Jedi could have erased those files. But who and why, harder to answer... meditate on this I will.” Yoda hummed thinking about all that had transpired in the last 24 hours. How was it that he and the Council could not have sensed this? How and why the Senator were drawn in was troubling as well. Looking at the two weary knights he sighed. “Rest now and this afternoon depart for this mystery planet you shall.”

Both of you bowed and headed to your quarters. Over and over the darkest of thoughts and more came to mind, and unfortunately none that you could outright dismiss. Making it in the door you flopped on the couch, Obi Boy set an alarm and then pulled you in close. He ran his hand through the mess that was your hair, gently stroking it as you held him tighter. “Maffa thinks I should sit this one out.”

“Then he and I are of the same mind. Would that I could send you to look after the boy instead, but I require your brilliant intellect.” Obi Wan sighed raising his other hand to scrub his face.

“How do you want to play this?” Resting your chin to look up at him you blinked and almost fell asleep right there. It was hard to resist the warm safety of his embrace.

Obi Wan hummed in his chest, “First we shall rest, then simply take things in our stride as we progress.”

“So very wise,” your head slumped to nestle into his strong chest. “Love you.”

“And I you wee thing.”

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“There it is, our missing planet.” Obi Wan turned back to you in the fighter. Seeing you knees to chest and dead to the world asleep gave him a grin. Reaching back through the seats to tap you awake he laughed at your grumbles. “Wake up sleepy kaf gremlin, we're here.”

You blinked owlishly and gazed out the canopy as the ship descended through the atmosphere. “Oh goodie... rain.”

“Come now we must put on our best faces.”

Making the mad dash to the door of the landing platform and looking like drenched rats was not going to make a good first impression. Wringing out your ponytail caused Obi Wan to snort. "Not...a ... word."

Obi Wan only smirked, quirking an eyebrow.

A tall being with the most remarkable obsidian eyes greeted you. “Master Jedi, welcome to Tipoca City. The Prime Minister is expecting you.”

“Oh this is getting weirder and weirder...” you glanced at your Obi Boy.

Obi Wan tried to keep neutral expression, “We are expected?”

“Of course! After all of this time we were starting to think you weren't coming.” The being before them began to walk and gestured to follow. “I am Tuan We, administrator and one of the overseers of this facility.”

“Pleased to meet you.” you studied the taller being in fascination. “This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi and I am Healer Y/n L/n.”

“What are you up too?”

“Just trust me, scientists talk to other scientists... networking.”

Taun We looked intrigued by that, “I've never met a Jedi Healer before, perhaps you would enjoy a tour of the medical facilities while Master Kenobi meets with the Prime Minister?”

Obi Wan stroked at his beard to hide a smirk, “Very clever.”

“That would be wonderful, also do you mind if I ask a few questions?”

"I would be happy to answer," Taun We inclined her head and long neck to the female, "I would be most interested to ask you about your work as well."

You smiled, "Excellent."

You managed to keep Taun We busy right up until you entered the Prime Minister's office. Introductions were made, Prime Minister Lama Su extending the offer that since you had both arrived so late in the evening that a full inspection would be organized in the morning.

“Thank you, we feel most welcome.” Obi Wan smiled over the cup of tea that had been brought in.

Lama Su studied these Jedi with a keen eye. “You'll also be pleased to know that we are on schedule. 200,000 units are battle ready with a million more on the way.”

“I'm sorry units?” Your ears perked at the term.

“That is... great news.” Obi Wan gave you a look. “Wait and see wee one.”

“Please tell your Master Sifo Dias that his order will be met on time.” Lama Su further gauged their reactions. Either this was as unexpected for the Jedi as for the Kaminoans or something was greatly amiss.

“I'm sorry who...” Obi Wan was now quite startled.

You were equally shocked, “Did you say Master Dias?”

“Yes. Master Sifo Dias is still a sitting member of your Jedi Council is he not?”

“Master Sifo Dias was reported missing and presumed killed almost 10 years ago.” Obi Wan placed the cup down to watch the being across from them. As soon as one clue was found, a new mystery was revealed.

“Obi Boy...”

“I know sweetling.”

Lama Su dipped his head, “I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm sure he would be proud of the army we've built for him.”

“The Army...”

You quickly covered for Obi Wan's shock, “That's why we're here. Though some of the data has been lost to us since his passing, did Master Dias say who this army was for?”

“Why for the Republic of course.” Lama Su Rose and opened the portal to the viewing platform off the office. “Magnificent aren't they?”

You and Obi Wan stepped forward to row upon row of troopers for as far as the eye could see. Each of the signatures was so unique yet all wore the same uniform blending seamlessly into the other. Looking at Obi Wan with a wide expression he nodded back. “Obi Boy what have we gotten ourselves into?”

“This is bigger than any of us could have imagined...”

The Prime Minister gave a short viewing tour, highlighting the best of the genetic modifications made to these beings. Obi Boy had to calm you a few times when the Kaminoans referred to the men as “Items”. While the science of cloning had been around for some time you were fascinated by the advancements that the Kaminoans had made. That they managed to avoid the pitfall of clone madness thus far by balancing out the growth stages was quite the trick.

All in all from the surface a well run facility. While Obi Wan had continued on with Lama Su, you were escorted to the medical research wing to meet with their head researcher Nala Se. The female Kaminoan was different from her counterparts, speaking more kindly regarding the beings that were under their care, but none the less regarding them as a product.

“And what other research regarding combat is performed?” You were looking over the records of the Alpha series of clones.

Nala Se tilted her head, “I'm not sure I understand Healer L/n?”

“It's just that in my experience most militaries have an R&D for weaponry, medical research, technology... I was curious if that was similar here?”

Taun We was quick to answer, “Our weapons research is conducted elsewhere, closer to the armory.”

“So ballistic and plasma based items?” You stated the question with the same detached ease as you would a post operative report. There was a spike between the two other beings, “I'll take that as a no?”

“We have in the past done other weapons research, but it was shut down years ago and now only kept in the high security areas. I trust that you'll understand that I cannot show you those without proper clearance.” Taun We eyed the Jedi, she was an intelligent being for a human. Lama Su had warned to watch both of their guest carefully.

“Being in the RRC I've responded to many places where Bioligics have been used, I was curious if you had any new advances in treatment perhaps?”

Nala Se's eyes did widen at that, “Of course we would be happy to share our data to help those affected.”

“Not a pleasant business Biologics,” you kept a pulse on their signatures, “the worst I ever saw was sarinysium. Terrifying stuff, gone in the blink of an eye...”

The two Kaminoans became uneasy at your mention, body language changing subtly.

“I apologize, sometimes I tend to ramble.” You looked to Nala Se who kept eyeing the report in your hand. “These Alpha troopers are quite the group, why weren't more of them created?”

Nala Se seemed to relax at the question and change of topic, “We found them to be far too strong willed to create in large numbers. It seemed better to have them as leaders among the ranks.”

You nodded, “Ah, well thank you very much for your time and hospitality. I look forward to the demonstrations tomorrow.”

As you were escorted through the halls you mulled over this new piece of the puzzle. You had only briefly met Master Dias during your time as a Padawan, he had been a good and loyal member of the order. Why then had he done this?

Angry yelling coming from the hallway ahead drew your attention as quickly as your feet, old instincts kicking over. Turning the corner you saw a group of clones carrying one of their own. Without thinking you removed his helmet and began to palpate where you saw blood. It was your first real look at the men, you weren't sure if this one was in shock at seeing you or if the expression was from the pain of his injury.

“What happened?”

The men looked at you as though you sported horns and a second head. “Uh... Ma'am?”

“It's alright I'm a healer, now what happened?”

The trooper who was being supported crumpled to the ground causing the focus to shift. As you knelt to check the injured clone he tried to be nonchalant. “Fell in the simulation, think I blacked out for a bit... just startled my squad is all.”

“Is that true?” Taun We questioned.

The rest of the men shifted restlessly, till one spoke out. “One of the training droids malfunctioned, fired after the exercise ended. He fell from the ledge."

"How far?" You fired off the question while checking pupil reaction.

"I'd say 6 meters ma'am."

“Uh huh,” Looking at the injured man you pulled out your best smile. “Alright handsome let's just be sure that hard head didn't crack. Let me see now, this may feel a little strange.”

Placing your hands to cup his face and reaching with the Force you soon found the problem. A hemorrhage causing intracranial pressure that would kill the man before he could make it to a medbay. He was deteriorating quickly pupils unequal, his pulse was racing under your fingertips. Glancing at the others gathered you instructed them to hold the patient steady. Focusing you began to channel and mend the broken vessels, breathing and heart rate returning to normal. Slowly opening your eyes you saw warm brown ones staring back alert and bright. “How do you feel now handsome?”

Who was this strange woman, not an instructor for certain? When CC-3636 felt those gentle hands on his pounding head he figured that was that, end of the line before he even saw combat. Then a warm feeling as the pain went away, gentle smile easing his fears. Seeing Taun We watching the interaction brought him back to reality quick enough. Sitting up straight he gave a crisp reply, “Much better ma'am, I'll report to my next training rotation with my squad.”

“The hell you will, you're going with me to the medbay and getting a second look at, isn't that right?” Looking up at Taun We you saw the subtlest nod. Helping the much taller man to his feet you couldn't help but appreciate the sheer stature of all the clones. Their progenitor must be truly impressive if these were any indication. Unfortunately you also wobbled like a fawn having gotten up too quickly and fell against your patient. “Kark... Sorry!”

CC-3636 smirked at the little thing, barking orders one minute then skittish the next. He linked her arm through his and marched toward the medbay. “Quite all right ma'am.”

Obi Wan meditated by the window of the guest quarters, it was spartan but spacious. The bounty hunter was here, of that Obi Wan was certain, but what his underlying motivations were... that was yet to be discovered.

You were resting after an eventful afternoon, resting even as tired and annoyed as your were. Obi Wan had sensed your feelings from the minute that the Kaminoans had referred to the beings under their care as objects. He was a guardian but in many ways you too were one. Your respect and compassion towards all beings was one of the many things he admired. Even drained as you had been you couldn't stop babbling about the troopers you had encountered... and the fact that none of them had a name.

“Obi?” You padded over to where he sat by the window, storm raging on the other side. When he didn't respond you decided to join him, taking a seat in his lap. Warm strong arms wrapped around and trapped you against his chest. Leaning your head back you waited for him to speak first, far too afraid of your own thoughts.

“You were a loth cat in a prior life darling.” He kissed the side of your neck. “What is it?”

“I sense darkness lurking around the poor souls here.” A tear slipped loose at the intrusive thought and of the old pain trying to break loose again. “How can life be created simply to die...”

“All life ends y/n, but we go on in the Force.” He felt your head shake.

“They were born to die for someone else's fight, for someplace they've never even seen, a choice that was never theirs to make. How can anyone use other beings like that?”

“Ahh... You know as well as I that not all beings in the universe have everyone's best interest in mind. That not all have the same virtues and heart.”

Playing with his hands nervously you considered what had woken you, “I saw something Obi Boy... something terrible.”

“Show me.”

Opening you signature to his own the same images flashed in rapid succession. War, pain, the red of a sith's lightsaber, death.... swirling so quickly that it was hard to catch one before the next came. He could feel the shudder running through your body, the cold sweat rising. Obi Wan ran his hands at your side to soothe and comfort. Turning to look you in the eye he could see the dark set in.

“Can we stop it? Can we save them?” Tears rolled down your cheeks thinking again of the man you had healed but a few hours before. He didn't know that his eagerness for battle was simply the naivete of one who had yet to even really live.

Obi Wan kissed your forehead softly, holding you tight, “I hope so sweetling... for all our sakes.”

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Jango Fett paced the small common area in his quarters, occasionally peering in to watch his son sleep. What he would give to dream so soundly, but those days had long departed. He had spotted the sleek starfighter as he landed his own ship. Lama Su had informed him that the Jedi had finally come to see the war cattle that had been created from his genetics. He knew well enough that wasn't the only reason for their appearance.

This was just a job like any other, with the exception of the son he loved dearly. Of all the things that had come of his work these last 10 or so years Boba was the one that he never regretted. Glancing to the buildings at the far side of the floating city his thoughts drifted again to the two visitors. “Alright Jetii your move...”

“Boba is your father here?” The small boy at the door nodded, “May we see him?”

Boba pursed his lips seeming uncomfortable, “Sure.”

“I don't think he likes strangers.” You tried to give the boy a smile which he returned even if shyly. His look turned to a sneer when he looked at Obi Wan.

Obi Wan raised a brow, “I think he likes you better than me.”

Entering into the small apartment you heard Boba call for his father. It was much like the one that the two of you had stayed in, though you could feel the echos of happy memories here. Hearing movement from the bedroom you turned to see a striking man coming towards you. He moved with a lethal grace and an aura of command. It was his face that truly struck you, scared and battle hardened version of the younger clone from the day before.

Taun We bowed her head at the man, “Welcome back Jango, was your trip productive?”

“Fairly.” Jango had quickly sized up the male, a fighter and cocky for sure, not a problem if push came to shove. The female was... intriguing. Turning to face the shorter woman he put on a flirting smile, making his tone lighter. “And you are?”

Your mind blanked at the intensity of his gaze. It wasn't that you weren't used to flirting, just that this felt altogether different, like a test of sorts. Fortunately Taun We stepped in.

“This is Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi and Jedi Healer Y/n L/n, they've come to check on our progress.”

Jango watched as the healer offered a hand in greeting, maybe trying to regain their footing. Pretty little thing, not his type but none the less there was something charming about her. Taking your hand Jango raised it to his lips and gently pressed a kiss. “Welcome to Kamino.”

You swallowed hard, “Thank you.”

Obi Wan watched as this Jango released your hand and walked towards him. He raised an eyebrow and tried to appear unaffected by the little exchange. “Your Clones are very impressive, you must be very proud.”

“I'm just a simple man trying to make his way in the galaxy.” Jango gazed impassively at Kenobi, then darted his eyes briefly to you. Your attention had fallen to Boba and his Djarik board. It was a game that they had started just before he left on this last assignment, she was studying the board in interest. Jango resisted a smirk when you shook your head at his son's next play.

“Ever made your way far as Couriscant?” Obi Wan had used the man's momentary distraction to look past into the room by the door, the metallic glint of armor catching the light.

Jango caught the line of the other Jedi's sight even as he pressed in his move to the board, whispering for Boba to close the door. He inched into your space crowding and then brushing past you to face Kenobi again, “Once or twice.”

Obi Wan fired back, “Recently?”

“Possibly...” Jango could see that this Kenobi didn't like him getting near the woman, how interesting. He leaned on the table close to you, smiling and giving a wink. “Though I have thought of passing by more often. Such a beautiful place with such... marvelous people.”

“You must leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake Mr. Fett.” You saw the hunter cock his head.

Jango rather liked this Jetii, “I've never had any complaints.”

"Probably far too busy to hear them, you seem more a man of business," leaning slightly closer you glanced down at his lips then back to that hawkish gaze. A flirting smile passed your lips, "and seldom one of ... pleasure."

"Being trapped in that Temple of yours mesh'la what would your know of such things?" If the Jeti'ika wanted to play then who was he to deny her.

“Hmm...Well I've never had any complaints.” You kept eye contact, smirking. Master Melri always said when men flirt their guard was at it's lowest. However Jango may like the game he still wasn't giving you anything. Obi Wan on the other hand was not happy with the exchange. You could feel the territorial protectiveness in his signature spiking and while it was comforting it also wouldn't help. “Easy Obi...”

“I'm fine.”

“Bantha Shit. Mission first...Besides you know I only have eyes for you sweet man.”

Obi Wan gritted his teeth & attempted to reign in his temper, now trying a different avenue. “Then you must have met Master Sifo Dias.”

“Master who?”

Ah, now there's something. Obi Wan circled closer to Fett, “Sifo Dias, was he not the Jedi that hired you for this job?”

Jango didn't like that the knight had caught him off guard, deciding to keep this discussion to the point. “Never heard of him.”

“Really?” You now came to stand beside Obi Wan. “Then how...”

“I was hired by a man called Tyranus, on one of the moons of Bogden.”

“Curious,” You murmured absently, “must be an associate.”

Jango looked between the two, setting a challenging gaze at Kenobi, “Do you like your Army?”

“I look forward to seeing them in action.” There was a ghost of a smile on Obi Wan's face.

“They'll do their job well, I'll guarantee that.”

You watched the two men posture, like rivals testing the waters. You had caught sight of the armor too and old tales of Mandalorian fighters scratched at the surface. This man had the cold eyes of a killer for certain, but he also loved his son dearly as evident by the many trinkets and their strong bond. A man of many facets.

Was Jango truly a part of whatever was transpiring or simply a pawn? The aura surrounding the boy was clear and curious; whatever the father's dealings Boba didn't seem privy. Either way nothing more would be gained with further discussion now. “Thank you for answering our questions Mr. Fett, we're very sorry to have intruded.”

“Please call me Jango.” Again he saw the small flash of jealousy in Kenobi's eyes as he looked back at him. “Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.”

As their guests left Jango could see his son was as uneasy as he was. Dooku had not told him what the contingency was if the Jedi came sniffing around, but he recognized the danger of the situation well enough. Looking at his son, his decision was made.

“Pack your things, we're leaving.”

__________

“Great karking plan!” You yelled watching the armored man fly off. “What happened to 'just having a talk?'”

“He's Mandalorian,” Obi Wan gritted his teeth, “That is how they talk!”

The ship on the platform was powering up it's weapons systems. Dashing towards the front of the craft you tried to signal the very scared kid in the cockpit. Taking cover by a pillar you focused trying to influence the boy through the Force, “You want to power those down Boba. This is a bad idea, power down the weapons.”

The guns gave a short burst towards Obi Wan, so much for the power of persuasion. Dashing towards the ramp you felt arms grip you from behind and your feet leaving the ground. “Dank Ferrik!!!”

“Don't move Jetii.” Jango held fast to the woman while flying. He kept a keen eye on Kenobi, “Your choice me or the woman?”

“Get him Obi!”

Obi Wan waited till Fett flew close then gave a running kick at the man, causing you to fall. All three of you went sprawling on the platform. Obi Wan went on the defensive, quickly disarming the hunter of his pistol. The three of you began to trade blows though Fett effortlessly deflected both of you. You attempted to jump on the man's back to pull his helmet off and earned a broken nose for your efforts.

“Poor decision sweetheart,” Jango flung the woman across the platform before spying Kenobi trying to retrieve his weapon. Wrapping the man with a cable he set to the air, a dunk in the ocean would take care of the problem well enough.

Obi Wan knew that if Fett was able to get him over the water this fight would not end in his favor. Turning and gaining his feet again he reached out for a post to hold tight and hopefully anchor in. He almost lost his footing when you slid into him. “Y/N!”

“I got ya, pull!” The sudden loss of slack caused the hunter to crash, jet pack flying wildly before exploding. That didn't stop Jango from being quick to retrieve his pistol, nor Obi Wan to forget that he was attached to the hunter as he ran past to kicked him off the platform.

“Oh not good...”

Splashing across the platform you saw as Fett detached the cable. “OBI!”

A few moments later you could still feel him in the Force, signature still bright. “I'm Alright, keep them busy.”

“On it.” Racing to the ramp of the Firespray you quickly found the boy. The angry look on your face must have frightened Boba and you quickly softened to his fear. You held out your hands trying to deescalate this situation. “Boba I want you to come with me...”

“NO! WHERE'S MY DAD?”

“I'm not going to hurt you. Come, we're going to see Taun We and get this sorted. It's not safe...” The Force spiked a moment before the danger struck. Turning quickly to deflect the shots from Jango's blaster you weren't able to see Boba reach for the one in the hold.

Your body fell limply to the ground, Boba nudging you just to be sure the stun worked. Looking up at his father,the boy smiled. “We got them good didn't we Dad.”

“Yes we did son,” Jango picked up the Jedi and secured her in the janitors closet of the hall. Normally he would have held onto her for information, but where they were going he didn't want to be tracked. Killing the woman wasn't part of the job, Jetii or no, so he would leave her for the Kaminoans to deal with. Checking her pulse and finding it steady Jango turned to leave. “For your sake mesh'la... don't follow.”

Obi Wan dashed back inside out of the rain after having just missed the departing ship. Blast it all, how had they gotten away and where were you? Slicking his wet hair back he reached out to try to find you, “Y/n, where are you sweetling?”

“Ooooohhhhh.... my head, what in the sith hells?”

Glancing around he opened a side closet door just grabbing hold as your tumbled out. Nose bloody and blinking at the bright light, all things considered it could be worse. “Just tidying up are we?”

“Ha ha ha... Hrrrrgh, kid got the drop on me, kriffin' hells!”

Obi Wan hummed hauling you to a stand, “Well I dare say you'll have another chance at him. I managed to place a tracker, do you think you can manage?”

“Lemme at 'em!” You tried to walk but only succeeded in almost falling down. Obi Boy shook his head and picked you up. You grimaced, “Next time you and Anakin can investigate and I'll go with the Senator to the cool hideout.”

“I'm inclined to agree. Now heal thyself so we can run our quarry to ground.”

As the ship left the atmosphere you pondered again just how well your Padawan was doing on his own? Were there more hunters waiting in the wings, had the two managed to stay hidden?

“Wee one?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you sure you're alright? That was a gruesome hit...” Obi Wan paused feeling your small hand reach forward to squeeze at his bicep.

“I shouldn't have let my guard down, I'm sorry.” You pressed your head to the back of his seat. “some help I am...”

“You are doing well Y/n.” Obi Wan squeezed and stroked his fingers against your hand soothingly. “The fact that you're exhausted from overstretching your abilities and still standing is a wonder of stubborn will. Any other healer would have been put on rest by now from so much, you've treated how many critical wounds in the last two days? And on top of that been in how many altercations?”

“Two not a big deal.” You cringed and tried to change the subject. ”Don't forget to scan the exit point.”

Obi Wan rolled his eyes at your evasiveness, “Four counting yourself and that changeling. You've barely slept or eaten dear girl."

You felt even more guilty now for not taking better care and for flubbing up, "I'm sorry..."

Reaching over Obi Wan took your hand, gently kissing the knuckles. "Nothing to be sorry for wee one. Give yourself some grace darling. Why don't you eat one of those red biscuits and if you would hand me one too please.”

There was a pit in your stomach, but you did as he asked. Flying through hyperspace you released Obi Boy's arm handing him the biscuit, “Toss me back the blue pack by the controls.”

You could hear Obi Boy grumbling in his throat as you took out one of the pre loaded syringes. Taking a deep breath you stuck it into the muscle of your thigh, medications taking effect immediately. Taking stims was an unfortunate necessity when you got this tired, it was never something you enjoyed. The medications made you jumpy and your attention shorten. Slipping another injector away in your pockets, you handed the rest of the pack back forward. You took hold of Obi Boy's arm again, wishing you could hold his hand instead.

“I don't like when you have to use those.” Obi Wan stroked at his beard worriedly. He had hoped that their investigation would have ended on Kamino so that you could return and rest. Unfortunately the universe as always, mocked his wishes even if it wasn't for himself. “Are you sure that you're able to continue? We can always track the ship then call for assistance.”

You sighed, “I'll be alright and the sooner we finish this the better. So lets go find us a bounty hunter.”

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[jedimasterbailey]

barrissoka game but for kenduli (u know they're my one true love) 3, 22, 30 + 42 <3

OMG YES YES MORE KENDULI YES YES 😍 Forever in debt to you for getting me addicted to them 🥹 I will happily answer these for you my friend 💚💙

3- What do the Masters think of their relationship and would they show their support?

I personally feel that Qui-Gon would support Obi-WAN’s relationship with Luminara 10000%. Qui-Gon would just be happy that his Padawan is getting laid with someone he deems suitable. Luminara is the ultimate good girl with a naughty streak so Qui-Gon would always be pushing Obi-Wan to let loose with her, but he would also ensure that Obi doesn’t become as cringe and obvious as Anakin is with Padme. As for Luminara, I like to headcanon that her Master was Katri from the Tales of the Jedi and I feel she would also be happy for her Padawan but would keep a close eye, making sure Luminara doesn’t get hurt and stays true to her Jedi training and herself. All in all, in a happy world, where Obi-Wan and Luminara can have their family, I believe there would be very supportive “in-laws”.

22- Whose the “top” and whose the “bottom” or do they switch?

Luminara is the top for sure 🥵 She is a woman who can command like no other and probably enjoys giving it to Obi-Wan (especially after he does stupid shit like almost have a mind controlling worm enter Luminara’s nose). I have no doubt that Obi-Wan completely melts like a school boy whenever Luminara gives him the eyes or smirk because my God could she shut anyone down with an expression. Maybe every so often they switch whenever Obi-Wan is really in the mood, but otherwise it’s almost always Luminara 😏

30-Who would be the better cook?

Luminara 100% I feel that Obi-Wan never got much of a culinary lesson with Qui-Gon who seems like someone who just microwaves everything even when you shouldn’t and on top of that, he has his pal Dex, who makes greasy diner fare so…yeah not much inspiration there. Luminara on the other hand was probably educated in every which way about her culture, including food, and she seems to be a woman of refined taste so she would take the time to learn recipes and master cooking. I can see people lining up to eat Luminara’s food and Barriss gets jealous because she wants to be the exclusive taste taster. The lady would have to be in bed sick in order for Obi-Wan or anyone else in the disaster lineage set foot in her kitchen.

42-If Order 66 never happened, what would their futures look like?

If Order 66 never happened, Im on the camp that like Anakin and Padme that Obi-Wan and Luminara would also pursue a more public romantic relationship and possibly have a child together (forever headcanoning a baby girl for them). Perhaps they’d take a break from their Jedi duties to go raise their child in one of their homeworlds like Stewjon with Obi-WAN’s birth family or Mirial or maybe somewhere else. Just anywhere but Tatooine, Luminara would never forgive Obi-Wan for that one 😂 Of course they’d still be tending to their respective Padawans and their families and as they get older, they’d become Grandmasters of the Order and continue to pass on their wisdom. In short, they’d have the happiest life they both so rightfully deserve 💚💙

Again thank you so much for these asks! I love talking Kenduli 🥰😍 Let me know what y’all think in the comments and don’t be afraid to send more asks!

Maybe I should make a Kenduli ask game after all? 🤔

[rainintheevening]

Realizing it is really fun to leave asks in people's boxes so...

What are your favorite Anakin and Obi-Wan head canons? Why do you think Anakin and Padme fell in love? *chins hands, waiting with excitement*

Ooh, thanks! Love these questions!

Anakin and Obi-Wan headcanons? Oh, dear, where do I stop? XD

-The first time they hugged was on Naboo, after Obi-Wan told him how Qui-Gon was dead. Obi-Wan was steady, but he definitely had tears in his eyes, and it hurt to see Anakin’s excitement over the space battle drain away so swiftly. Obi-Wan was crouched down to talk to him face-to-face and Anakin threw his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck, surprising Obi-Wan, before Obi-Wan hugged him back.

-Anakin and Obi-Wan can sense each other's lightsabers like their own. (Anakin stronger and more accurately, of course.)

-They have each picked up the other's lightsaber on the battlefield and used both at least once.

-They've slept together a lot. During his first year at the Temple, Anakin would end up going to Obi-Wan’s room in the middle of most nights for various reasons. They had some of their best and most honest conversations in the dark, curled up together in Obi-Wan’s bed. It became less common as he got truly settled in, and then stopped altogether when Anakin hit his teens. But after the war started, they started... drifting back together in the nights. Especially planetside, they would lie back-to-back, and sleep much sounder that way. Oddly enough, Obi-Wan was the one most likely to turn over and curl into Anakin’s back. But during war nights they never talked.

-Anakin taught Obi-Wan how to make the one sweet thing his mom had been able to afford to make: sun cookies. It's the simplest cookie imaginable, but Obi-Wan can tell what it means for Anakin to have some bit of knowledge to share. There were a few times that Anakin was either very sorry for something he'd said, or super grateful for something Obi-Wan had done, and snuck off to the Temple kitchen to make some for his master. Obi-Wan also got into the habit of making them for Anakin’s birthday.

-Obi-Wan once called Anakin’s escapades 'shenanakins' sarcastically, but Anakin actually liked it, and used the term to annoy him. (The term spread through the 501st and 212th, till it was in the lexicon of the entire 3rd Systems Army.)

-The first time Anakin truly lost his temper with Obi-Wan, when he'd been at the Temple about half a year, he lashed out and accidentally threw Obi-Wan across the room into the wall. Obi-Wan didn't force Anakin to look at his resulting bruises, but he didn't try to hide them either. Anakin insisted on nursing him for the next day or too, to apologize. The incident scared him badly and he was careful never to strike out at Obi-Wan in anger again.

-They both smile involuntarily at the sound of the other's laugh.

Okay, you can stop me anytime...

I think about Anakin and Padmé far less, I'm afraid.😅 So what I think about them falling in love is drier and less interesting. I'm still developing my takes on them. But here's something:

Well, little boys always fall in love at first sight. Padmé didn't see that as a possibility till she met the awkward 20-year-old version.

Padmé reminds Anakin of the best of his mom, mixed up with a love of danger that fits with his. Anakin is, well, a hot mess and that is totally Padmé's style.

I think one of the most fateful moments for them is when they have that 'diplomatic solution' and 'aggressive negotiations' exchange in the arena on Geonosis. To me that is when Anakin went, "I want this. I want all of this. I want the excitement of being with her, AND of being a Jedi."

Basically, they fell in love because they each had the right screws loose to attract the other. Which is part of what doomed them, of course.

But I do think, if they'd had time, if the war had ended, and the secrets had ended, and they put in the work, they could have built a really good marriage. And that's what we write fix-its for. :)

Also: Galloping grasshoppers, but 'That Would Be Enough' from Hamilton is maybe the best Padmé to Anakin song ever. Almost cried, listening to it for the first time today.

[myevilmouse]

Thrawn:Alliances is the only one of the three canon Thrawn(2017) books that I do not own. It is my silent protest over the loose ends & roads left unexplored that embodied that hot mess of a book.

At the same time, I consider Alliances to be Zahn’s gift to the fertile minds of the fan fic authors of Thrawn Fandom. It is basically the Thrawn repository of What If’s.

Welcome back to the Asker’s Studio™️, Mouse, it’s been a while.

In your fic Uneasy Alliance, you do exactly this: you explore a stream of consciousness that Zahn comes so close to developing, but instead, drops it…at your feet. He suggests an attraction of Padme to Thrawn at every turn, but never allows it to surface. You, my friend do the heavy-lifting for us.

A brief summary for those of you unfamiliar with the fic:

This fic draws VERY heavily on the actual scenes and dialogue in the book Thrawn: Alliances.

100% of Anakin's actions and dialogue are directly lifted, I made up absolutely nothing where he is concerned except in description and perception. Perhaps 80% of Padmé's and Thrawn's dialogue and actions are directly from the book, with slightly more liberties (necessarily) taken.

The story is built around Padmé's introspection and reactions, and I have added detail and dialogue to already existing scenes where they were alone and Zahn didn't tell us what they were up to... with the aim of making the scenario as possible as...possible. This could have happened in the book, so if you ship it, I get why!

This summary does not do justice to the passages and the sensual overload that is Padme’s Thrawn (as we see him through her eyes) or the just plain too-hot-handle moment when the the hormones finally seize control:

Defiant, Padmé lunged for his mouth, lips biting and tugging at his, daring him to stop her. With a growl, Thrawn slammed her hard to the wall, drawing a grunt from her throat. One knee drove between hers, his thigh shoving and pressing against her crotch. Instead of stopping her this time, Thrawn’s kiss turned savage.

Okay, now that I have everyone’s attention, let’s get to it!

I discovered this fic quite accidentally when another Tumblr post was lamenting one of my many complaints about Alliances: how could Padme not be attracted to Thrawn?!

Our lamentations were answered with a simple paste of this fic address. All was good in the universe 😁

So, let’s talk about Alliances, this fic, and revisions in general.

Did you read Alliances as I, and come away with the same unsatiated feeling that I did?

There were many avenues one could have explored with this book (a bane & a boon it was) What made you decide on the Thrawn/Padme theme?

This was an unusual approach for fic: it was almost line and verse accuracy to the original text! In your notes, you specify that this format was quite intentional. Do I interpret correctly that this was done to emphasize that, indeed, Zahn was suggesting the same thing all along: there was chemistry between Thrawn & Padme?

As I thought about it, perhaps the same scenario could be explored with Thrawn/Thalias? (I’m not a huge fan of Ascendancy Thrawn, so maybe leave that 🤣)

Finally, was it harder to write this fic with the stricter format hugging so close to the actual text of the book?

In conclusion, I vote that we replace the original Alliances your version, because it was such a more satisfying meal.

It’s been too long, Mouse, I hope to have you as a guest more frequently (when I finish this move 😖)

Dear @beebee-76! 

This is a fabulous ask and a wonderful break from the holiday prep for me this morning.  Thank you first of all as always for reading my stories.  We have a lot in common (this was already known) and obviously that now extends to our opinions on Thrawn:  Alliances.  And it’s always a pleasure to be featured on the Asker’s Studio™️ 😊

So let’s jump to it 😊  And thank you again for the very kind words about my fic.  It’s fabulous that you loved it so much and it inspired this ask.

Did you read Alliances as I, and come away with the same unsatiated feeling that I did?

I know I still have an unanswered ask from you in my inbox about the differences between “the Thrawns” as in Rebels Thrawn, Ascendancy Thrawn, The Thrawn Trilogy Thrawn, and what I would call 2017 Thrawn.  Someday I will have the mental fortitude to tackle all that, but let it be known that Thrawn:  Alliances really disappointed me when it came out.  It was, as I said earlier, unforgivably boring, or as you say up above “a hot mess.”  Hard agree there.  I thought all the bits with Padme were just excruciatingly slow, and saw the entire story as squandered opportunity and a waste of time.  After 2017 Thrawn, who is my favorite Thrawn, to call this followup a letdown is an enormous understatement.

There were many avenues one could have explored with this book (a bane & a boon it was) What made you decide on the Thrawn/Padme theme?

I don’t write gen fic really, I’m all about my men (Luke and Thrawn) getting with the ladies.  And I’m always open to exactly who those lucky women may be…Rare pairs are a fun place to play for finding new partners.  I used to participate more frequently in fic exchanges, and naturally one of my faves is the Star Wars Rare Pairs, as often the requests there fired the imagination.  Some of my favorite stories started because of prompts there, including my Aesthetics series and my Luke/Guri fic, which wasn’t an assignment got, I but the ship haunted me until I wrote it for the requester anyway.

Another rare pairing on the list was Padme/Thrawn.  I found this intriguing (although I wasn’t ultimately assigned it) because they do actually meet in nu!canon… I read a few frustrated fans’ comments (like the tumblr post that I responded to) about how Padme would never choose Anakin over Thrawn, and why didn’t she just get on Thrawn’s ship and leave behind her loser husband at the end, etc. and I thought hmmm….maybe maybe maybe…

Whenever I write a fic I try to make it as plausible as possible.  I find spots for missing scenes (like in my Luke Skywalker/Mon Mothma fic) where we know people were in the same place at the same time, or find a canon-divergent way to set a story in a believable timeline (like Luke/Sabine or even Thrawn/Sabine).  So I went to my copy of Alliances with nothing more than this goal:  find a spot in the book where Thrawn/Padme could happen, or find something—a hint, a clue of a future opportunity for Thrawn/Padme to happen.  I’m not a fan of cheating in real life or in fic, so the latter option was my preference at the time.  A Padme Lives AU, perhaps, where Chiss envoy Thrawn comes to rock her world after her husband is out of the picture. 

In short, I had no idea what I was going to write, but was looking for openings.

And boy, the openings I found.  As you righteously point out, when you are LOOKING for it, you realize that Zahn has basically already written the fic between the lines.  He gives us SO many opportunities to read an attraction, while also helpfully making Anakin the most annoying, unsympathetic, and immature he’s ever been.  Zahn keeps separating them—Anakin going off his way and Thrawn and Padme having another adventure together.  Sometimes he tells us what they were up to, sometimes he doesn’t.  Imagine my eyes growing comically wider as I scanned the text and realized I didn’t have to write a missing scene, I just had to tell you what happened when Zahn didn’t.

This was an unusual approach for fic: it was almost line and verse accuracy to the original text! In your notes, you specify that this format was quite intentional. Do I interpret correctly that this was done to emphasize that, indeed, Zahn was suggesting the same thing all along: there was chemistry between Thrawn & Padme?

You do interpret correctly.  Instead of my original concept, I decided to simply remix the novel, filling in those blanks and using Padme’s pregnancy (which is not at all mentioned or implied in the book) as an excuse for her oversexed response to the handsome alien that is repeatedly shoved in her direction.  (Much as I am not a real believer in the Padme/Anakin chemistry, I didn’t really want to make Padme an unfaithful hussy, so the prenatal hormones were a convenient way to abet her reactions.)

I think Zahn has progressively fallen more and more in love with his blue man, to the point where Thrawn has gone from Villain to Antihero to straight up Hero in some of the newer books (which is why I find him less and less interesting to be honest).  It’s clear in Alliances that he wants Thrawn to outshine Anakin in every way.  I couldn’t believe Disney let him get away with it.  Anakin’s decisions are wrong, Thrawn is always right—even Padme sees this and acknowledges it in the text.  Anakin isn’t as smart/rational/creative/cool etc.  Zahn gets to hold up Thrawn as capable, honorable, resourceful.  All things Padme recognizes.  He even has Anakin confront her at one point with the “now you’re taking his side”.

In order to achieve this—and let’s be clear, I’m not a huge Anakin fan—I think Zahn did some serious character bashing/warping of Anakin in the book.  After working so hard to find his wife, do I think right away he would send her off with a guy he barely knew to retrieve his lightsaber?  Hell no I don’t.  I think the “real” Anakin would be more jealous, more possessive, and more cautious than this version.  Zahn’s Anakin is stubborn when it suits the story, and relents just as conveniently.  In my fic, Padme has quite a bit of introspection about this—WHY is her husband sending her off with this stranger so often?  She was in mortal danger, he came to save her, but is more concerned with destroying shit and having some weird revenge against no one in particular than overseeing her personal safety. 

Sorry Zahn, your motives are super transparent here.

…was it harder to write this fic with the stricter format hugging so close to the actual text of the book?

It was the opposite!  I loved uncovering this story from the clues in the novel.  It didn’t take long to write at all, once I got started.  I scanned the book, identified the key scenes I could use to make Padme/Thrawn happen, and the bones of the fic was done in about a day.  The research/rereading took longer than the writing, I think.  I found out in the meantime that one of my talented artists friends @sometimesartmostlychaos, was a low-key Padme/Thrawn shipper, so the story was a gift to her upon its completion.

Zahn’s version of Anakin allowed my fic to take shape, as you mention, using total accuracy to the text, dialogue, and repeated separations he inflicts upon the newlyweds.  While I don’t 100% buy it (more reasons why the novel just was an overall mess), I certainly see what Zahn was doing, and what he was doing was making Thrawn better in all aspects than Anakin.  How could a smart woman like Padme NOT notice, particularly when she’s having so many traumatic experiences? 

I compounded it with hormones to serve my own nefarious purposes, but as I said in the author’s note, I didn’t really have to do a lot of work to get there.  Zahn laid it all out and I just had to massage the attraction from latent to overt.  It was a super fun exercise and I absolutely enjoyed it.  Making it better, making it INTERESTING, if I do say so myself.

As I thought about it, perhaps the same scenario could be explored with Thrawn/Thalias? (I’m not a huge fan of Ascendancy Thrawn, so maybe leave that 🤣)

I too am not a huge fan of Ascendancy Thrawn (understatement, I kind of hate him) see above about how the more perfect and heroic he gets the less interesting I think he is… I don’t care at all about these new books although I read them out of a completist sense of obligation…I don’t know.  I loved Outbound Flight Thrass… and Aralani was cool and all (not anymore though ugh) but Thalias is SO ANNOYING and always has been, I’m sorry.  She has this hero worship thing going on with Thrawn and it’s sort of icky and not inspiring for smut.  And clearly Zahn is trying to use her to swat away the slash fanfic but it’s not working.  I mean…he LITERALLY SHIPPED THEM in a shipping container overnight I can’t even…

In general, I find Thrawn’s solicitude towards Thalias contrived, I don’t like daddy!Thrawn to Cheri (god really?! That’s the name we’re going with?!), and I should probably just stop there.  But in brief, I’m not the person to write Thalias/Thrawn.  If I did, it would be super dark, not this let’s drink hot cocoa and eat cheese platters playing cards in a little shipping container.  Maybe have him be like “oh you think you want this?! Muwahahah evil laugh proceeds to wreck her completely in every sense” ah what a digression.

In conclusion, I vote that we replace the original Alliances your version, because it was such a more satisfying meal.

I adore you for voting this way, and am humbled by that assessment!  I have threatened at times to remix my remix, in essence write a “what if” where Padme jumps on Thrawn’s ship last minute instead of just wistfully watching its departure.  I probably will never write it, but I think it could be done and done well.  Thrawn in this case would be the hardest to twist (he was, as  you see in my story, under no illusions about what was going on with those wacky humans), but in fanfic all things are possible.  Which is why we love it!

Thank you again so much for this ask @beebee-76!  I am grateful for the chance to explain my process for this fic.  Never wrote anything like it before but absolutely loved the chance and the writing exercise and ESPECIALLY the reactions of readers who, like us, saw the plausibility and enjoyed what I did with it.

[countrymusiclover]

22 - I'll Do What I Must

Part 23

Kenobi's Future

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Changing my robes I got up before sunrise needing to clear my head. It's been almost a month since I lost Obi-wan. He hasn't made anymore contact since the first two days after Vader took him away. Something's wrong I just know it. Yoda said to trust in the Force that he would come back home. Well I can't keep waiting anymore. It's time to bring my husband home. Opening the door to our bedroom I grab my brown cloak shrugging it over my shoulders. Sneaking down the hallway I tried to not wake the kids but someone cleared their throat behind me. Igniting my green lightsaber I spun around seeing Kiera leaning in the doorway of the living room. "You're going to save dad aren't you?"

"No. What makes you think that...uh go back to bed." I sternly spoke closing my weapon and clipping it back onto my belt loop.

She crossed her arms over her chest walking up to me. Her eyes locked onto mine looking exactly like her father with that stare. "Because you have your lightsaber and you're wearing the robe."

Stomping my boot on the ground I hate that she's quick like me when figuring something out. Crossing my arms over my chest I look down at my feet sadly. "Yes...I'm going to save your father. But you can't come with me."

"Why not?" She barked when I turned on my heels.

Throwing my head back I groaned grabbing her shoulders gently. "Because I don't want to put you or your sister in danger. You two have been through enough suffering because of mistakes your father and I made in the past."

"I can help mom. So can Cassian." Kiera gives me the puppy dog eyes gripping my forearms gently. "Please let us come help you."

Reaching up I rest a hand to her cheek and kissing her forehead. "You and your - um boyfriend have a more important job. I need you to stay here and protect your sister."

She throws her arms around me burying her face in my chest. Wrapping my arms around her I sniffed out tears. This may be the last time I hold my daughter in my arms. This mission is life or deaths. I would be facing Vader and possibly Sidius on my own. Breaking the hug I headed for the transport ships. Handing the woman my ticket I rest a hand on my lightsaber stealing one of the small fighter ships. Pushing the controls forward I landed the ship on a planet I thought was destroyed. The one with burning lava that Anakin became Darth Vader. Walking down the ramp the wind blows my loose hair around and I sucked in a breath feeling two forces I recognized around me. "I know you're there Vader. Why don't you and Sidius just show yourselves now." I called out into the air searching around the area.

Foosteps approached from behind a corner of one of the large collums. My gaze didn't move from the mask with Vader heavily breathing. He approached me opening his red lightsaber that he held in his right hand. Opening my right hand I draw my lightsaber into my hand igniting it open. The green light reflects off my face. "I've come for my husband, Vader. He doesn't deserve to walk the same path you do."

"You think that he wants to come with you. That he wants to run back to the desert and forsake the force for the rest of his life. The force is a part of your life. You shouldn't have to hide who you are." He spoke slowly walking around in a circle around me.

I spun around slowly on my feet staying alert for any attack he might make. Gripping the weapon in my hands I wasn't going to let him keep my husband prisoner anymore. The only way that will happen is if Vader kills me. "Jedi wouldn't have to hide if you didn't send your inquizters after them. Padme would be heartbroken at what you've done. Now stand down before this goes too far Darth."

"You should be the one who's afraid Y/n." Vader held his lightsaber taking a swing at me. I ducked underneath his strike doing a barrel roll. Getting to my feet I take a swing which he caught on. Our lightsaber smacked each other until I use the Force shoving him backwards a little.

Twirling my lightsaber like Obi-wan does I glared towards him. Vader stands still lowering his weapon which makes me confused and still on guard. "I will kill you if I have to Vader!" He closes his weapon glancing over his shoulder.

"It's not me you have to really worry about killing you." I shivered feeling my entire body run cold. Brown boots hit on the ground and his robe slides across the ground before he stopped directly in front of me. His blue eyes flashed gold at me where he pulled his lightsaber from his belt but doesn't ignite it just yet. "No you see that's what he's going to do. The only way to stop him is to join our cause."

Closing my lightsaber I death gripped the weapon shuttering at my husband before me. His eyes were much darker. The scar across his face had healed but it was still a horrible reminder. He slowly walks forward but I take two steps back fear in the pit of my stomach. "What's it going to be my darling. Join or die?" He spoke softly without any hesitation in his voice.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[sinfulskywalker]

Hi Sinful! Feel a bit bad asking for this when you maybe meant more romantic stuff but do you have any headcanons for Obi Wan caring for Anakin? It's almost as sweet as Dad Vader.

Yes!!! Baby Ani and Obi-Daddy. Okay we all know Anakin adored ObiWan, dare I say in the novels and movies he was just as clingy to his master as he was to Padme. Maybe it wasn't canonically romantic but the bond they shared had to of blossomed somewhere sometime and I got a few HCs as to how that happened.

Master Qui-Gon asked him to teach the boy. Obi-Wan vowed to do so. Even if he resorted to leaving the Jedi temple and The Order. Thankfully that didn't have to happen. As he had a rather clingy Padawan who was notorious for sneaking into the kitchens.

Anakin, he understood, due to his previous environment and upbringing, was a total brat at times. The shock of finally being free, having to leave his mother behind and learning the force all within a short time can't have been easy. It wasn't but Obi-Wan was determined to make it as comfortable as possible. The first night was the hardest with Anakin. Leaving Tatooine for good to live in a strange new world surrounded by people he didn't quite understand left him crying during dinner. It was Obi-Wan who sat the boy on his lap and held him close. Promising things would get better.

Baths and sonic showers were..... interesting. The first bath ObiWan drew for Anakin (thinking it was the best method to coax the boy into regular cleaning) he watched as Anakin's eyes lit up to a full tub of warm water. The boy reached for a wash cloth and began to wipe at his hands and arms, claiming to be done with a big grin on his face. Imagine the look on Ani's face when ObiWan asked about the rest of him, jokingly. Knowing he got toys, warm water and soap, actual soap, followed by a warm soft towel wrap was all it took for Anakin to ask when his next bath was.

Food was tricky as well. Anakin had grown up with whatever Shmi had on her plate. Often he admitted to stealing food for her and him. ObiWan knew this would be a complicated hurdle and he wasn't wrong. Even after being told countless times he was allowed to eat and drink until he felt full, ObiWan would find food stashed away in Anakin's bedroom. Saved for later, or for if they ran out. ObiWan never made Anakin feel as if he was stupid or a thief for stealing. ObiWan made sure to include Anakin in meal prepping and planning and introduced the boy to baked sweets so Anakin could grasp he was in control of how much food there was in their quarters and how he was welcomed to it at any time. Anakin would grow a fondness to tea but only in ObiWan's lap because he found it made him sleepy and he didn't want to spill it. ObiWan knew all of Anakin's favorite meals and made sure to have them on their meal plan often.

Nightmares are normal for children to have. But for Jedis, it was peculiar. Most of Anakin's horrible dreams stemmed from him loosing Master Qui-Gon and he feared loosing ObiWan next. Each morning ObiWan found Anakin asleep on the floor next to his bed. This, ObiWan was clueless how to put an end to. Still, he persisted. No scary holos or novels before bed for starters and light meditation after a bath to soothe his mind. It helped but it wasn't the cure. When ObiWan was lucky to still be awake as Anakin came running into his room crying, the Master took his Padawan into his arms for an embrace. Their bond surrounding them like a frenzy of chaos melting into calm. "My dearest Ani. I'm here, dear one. I am not going anywhere." ObiWan would hush into his ear while stroking the short braid of dark blonde on Anakin's head. Even as the years went by such a moment of peace would always calm Anakin down.

Anakin may have came off as a cocky brat to other Masters or a show off to other Padawans, but he was ObiWan's pride and joy. ObiWan would be damned if Anakin laid his head down wondering if his master disliked him or was dissapointed in him. In a way it was quite bittersweet for the duo as everything ObiWan did for Anakin, he learned through Qui-Gon. In a way, the young master liked to hink he was keeping Qui-Gon's memory alive by tending to Anakin.

[koopadumpling]

wild to me that the force unleashed ii has such a bad reputation?

i mean i guess i can understand if someone felt the first game didn’t need a sequel at all, or if the game was too short/the ending had too many loose threads (they were clearly aiming for a third game) ...

but it had all the gameplay i liked from the first game in a more polished, more modern format + great graphics + interesting writing re: the psychological ramifications of possibly being a clone + some great Darth Vader moments (the way he says “she loved a dead man, she would have never loved you,” sounds so ... resigned and a little sad? hit me right in the anakin/padme feelings)

idk i enjoyed it pretty thoroughly

[kinetic-elaboration]

July 3: Revenge of the Sith

I finished my prequel re-watch last night with Revenge of the Sith. I liked it pretty well... I think I enjoyed it more than Attack of the Clones. It was similarly too bloated with extraneous action sequences, but not as much so, and I think the overarching plot--Anakin’s turn to the dark side--was better constructed and more interesting than the overarching plot of Ep II: the Anakin and Padme romance. It was very dreary and humorless, except for the weirdly slapstick beginning with the elevator sequence, but I was expecting that.

I really loved the droids in this one, I have to say. All of the battle droids and the weird round things that unfurled and stood on their legs, and the long-nosed dudes who were dumb as posts. And I especially loved the design (and idea) of General Grievous. Very creepy.

Some other thoughts:

Palpatine’s dialogue isn’t subtle but his plan is; it’s actually quite smart, and he’s a good villain. He engineers the war, uses the fear of that war to corrupt the Republic until it can no longer be called a democracy, then paints anyone who mentions that possibility as a traitor; destroys them, and then cleans up all the loose ends. The use of the clones and Order 66 is very chilling a well, and he manipulates Anakin wonderfully.

I do like the Anakin story as it arcs over the three movies. All he’s ever wanted is stability, safety, and family, and the moral certitude that would underpin the rest and allow him to feel secure in it, and he’s never gotten any of it. Any hint of it is immediately snatched from him. And no one but Palpatine even seems to see his desires and needs. Pure power seems to be the only way to get any of it. The Jedi really fucked up with him. In addition to ripping him from his mother and keeping him from any kind of healthy marriage or romantic relationship, their own bloated complacency and wishy-washy morality keeps them from providing the stable base he needs from which to grow. You see hm in Menace, a small child with a lot of power, a lot of emotion, and absolutely no instruction on how to use that power, no guidance at all, impulsive and confused. And the Jedi take that kid and basically just set him loose on the world; all they do is help him grow and hone his power, but not how to harness it for a proper end. He wants to use it for good! He believes in compassion, which is sort of like loving everyone. But the Jedi are simultaneously invested in the moral gray (only the Sith deal in absolutes), and in compromise (putting Anakin on the council, denying him the rank of Master), and in their own secrecy, all he learns from them is more confusion and more instability.

When Mace Windu wanted to kill Palpatine, Anakin wanted to bring him to justice. He wanted to follow the Code he thought the Jedi had taught him. And he saw that the Code was provisional. In that scene, he learned that the Jedi do not have a moral core; they do not provide him with stability and certitude. Palpatine promises him simplicity as well as power: a dictatorship, where the right thing is always done and we know it’s right because one person decides; a world where you don’t need to rely on other people because you can rely on yourself and your own power; you can cheat death, you’ll never lose your family again.

Padme was pretty pathetic in this installment. All she got to do was be pregnant and sad. And apparently she’ll be kicked out of the Senate because the Republic doesn’t have pregnancy discrimination protection?? Okay lol. I’m also really unsure about that whole “died because she lost the will to live” thing. I believe that that could happen, but in the context of those scenes--with the addition of lines like “she’s healthy” and coming as it does at a moment where she seems to be useless to the plot--it sounds less like a fatal psychological injury and more like what it is: a fridging.

I don’t even think that this story point makes sense. Leia says in ROTJ that she remembers her mother. She says her mother died when she was young, but she has some images and other general memories of her: that she was beautiful, kind, but sad. There is no way that she got all that from the moment she was born, I don’t care how Force-sensitive she is. Also, the implication in that conversation is that she spent more time with Padme than Luke did: she has memories, and he doesn’t. Finally, she doesn’t say her mother died in childbirth; she said she died when Leia was YOUNG.

I think a more consistent and less annoying chain of events would be: Padme gives birth to both babies, but is told they need to be separated because the Emperor will be after them; she has to choose between her newborns, which is extremely traumatic; she chooses to keep Leia but will only part with Luke if he’s raised by Anakin’s family on Tatooine and keeps his name (also closing the plot hole of why anyone would “hide” Anakin’s son in his family home with his family name); to keep her and Leia safe, she goes with Bail to Alderaan and for a few years, she raises her child there, but she’s weak, she never really recovers; even in Episode III, other characters talk about how weak she is, so the audience understands what her death will be; over time, implied/off screen, she really does lose the will to live, missing Luke, hurt by Anakin, physically weakened by childbirth, and when Leia is 3-4, she dies and the Organas adopt Leia. I could also see Obi-wan et. al. lying to Padme about Anakin’s fate. She doesn’t know he’s going by the name Darth Vader; Obi-wan could tell her he died on Mustafar and not correct the record even when he finds out that’s not true, and over time this lie to Padme grows in his own mind, so that he increasingly separates dead Anakin from live Vader. So by Episode IV, he’s fully able to talk fondly about Anakin, his friend and apprentice, while viewing Vader as Anakin’s evil killer. This is obviously a huge part of Obi-wan’s (and Yoda’s) psychological and moral rationalization between the prequels and the original trilogy. It would just be interesting if the lie started as a way to protect an already fragile Padme from a truth she can’t face and they wish they didn’t have to.

This version does open up the plothole of why Anakin doesn’t immediately go after his wife if he knows she’s alive, but it closes more than it opens. He could believe her dead. He never clocked Leia as his daughter even though they were face to face, perhaps because he didn’t know a daughter had ever been born, so there is precedent for this kind of “Force sense” wishy-washiness.

In general, I have mixed feelings about Padme. She seems overall rather caught up in her political world, the hypotheticals of the situation rather than the reality on the ground. And her reactions to the reality she does see are lackluster--like when she learns there are slaves on Tatooine. She’s like: that’s bad... and then we never hear of it again. Overall, politics failed the Republic. She and the Jedi were part of that.

But she looks great in those outfits.

The Mustafar fight scene was too long. Way too long. For all that, it was oddly not memorable (as B said). I don’t entirely know why... Was it the length? Did it just mean too much, have too much weight on it? I don’t know.

But the ‘creation’ of Vader as a cyborg was chilling. It’s weird how even though the whole point of the movies was to show how Vader came from this little kid in Episode I, as soon as he was in the suit he seemed like a totally different person to me. It was even weird that he immediately asked for Padme even though he became this way specifically to save her.

Ironic. Also ironic: the way his story fulfilled a prophecy in a very Greek way. He chose the dark side and its power to save Padme, but that same decision--what he became and what he did--was what killed her. In trying to avoid his fate, he put his fate into motion.

Also ALSO ironic: that Palpatine told him that there was only one Jedi/Sith who had ever learned the power of overcoming death (implying it was whats-his-face, the possibly fake Sith who seemed to be Anakin’s father??) but it was Qui-gon who accomplished it. So if Anakin had stayed with the Jedi, he would have gotten exactly what he was looking for with Palpatine.

(And then he became a force ghost anyway, so whatever.)

So... at the end, Vader knows Padme is dead and knows there was supposed to be one baby but he doesn’t know if the baby is dead or alive, or that there were two. and the Jedi think Vader is dead. Because Obi-Wan doesn’t know how to finish a job!! That must have been a fun surprise finding out he’s not.

[phoenixyfriend]

God I want a time-travel fic of the variety where two characters that are like. Estranged marriage. Stuck in the past together. Reconnect as the only real touchpoint the other has to their old lives.

(I was watching the first episode of Outlander, for context.)

I kicked off with "well, obviously HanLeia from like a year before episode VII" because what says 'estranged but we still love each other' like HanLeia? I did consider like. Post-Empire Anidala but anything involving Vader turns into a war crimes discussion instead of estrangement so nah.

Next step: pick a drop point far enough back that they only have a vague idea of what's going on galactically, partly because so much of the information was scorched and burned, and also they've gotten old enough that some of the details weren't important. (The name of that bill that Palpatine got passed doesn't matter when discussing how he rose to power so much as the content, right?) This is Melida/Daan, where they both desperately want to help because dying children and also that's bb Obi-Wan but like. Absolutely none of the kids trust them.

And then my brain went "hey you know who would be fun to add? 23yo Padme who's already a Senator and seeing the Separatist crisis brewing but hasn't been targeted by Jango Fett yet." This detracts from the original intended plot but I got sucked in.

"Just tell people I'm an aunt you rarely got to see but always came home with stories about fighting pirates and liberating slaves with a smuggler and a loose sorta-Jedi, and you don't know if even a quarter of the stories are true, but it didn't matter when you were younger because all you cared about was that they were entertaining and came with souvenirs, like any eight-year-old"

Takes a lot of talking, bb!Obi and Padme are horrified by the future. (Most of the Young are just like 'okay cool let's get back to keeping US alive and you can talk about your weird Jedi things LATER')

Padme has no idea how to relate to Leia because Leia's just. A very odd person, but they're family, yes?

(Han is just like. Whelp. I do as Leia says. No, no, it doesn't get more complicated than that. She says jump and I don't even ask how high before I do it.)

Obi-Wan is almost crying because Leia is just. Taking charge and powerful and she recognizes "end the war with as few dead as possible" as a goal and she then does it with things like sabotaging weapons depots instead of hospitals and whatnot. Padme is horrified to find that all her political and academic expertise are less useful than her ability to grab a gun and Shoot Things, because she's not a General.

They get off-planet eventually, meet with the Jedi, etc.

Han gets sent off by Leia at one point to Tatooine, and she refuses to explain why to anyone until he comes back with a young lady by the name of Shmi who is just confused as fuck but Leia tells her "my father was a Skywalker, and I dreamed of where to find you because I have the Force" and Shmi is just like. Okay stranger lady. You took out my chip and offered to give me some cash and set me up wherever so I'll play along. Family, sure.

Han is probably bothering Qui-Gon because he is incredibly reminded of Future Old Ben, except Qui-Gon is somewhat younger, and looks much younger, on account of not spending twenty years on Planet That Hates You. (Han, you're almost seventy. Calm down.)

Padme thought she was a take-charge kind of gal but now she's met her future daughter and uh. Uh.

[iamthemain-character]

hi! thanks for requesting, i hope you like it :)

When Love Blooms

padme amidala x reader

she/her pronouns

TW: none

requested by @pepa-madrigal-enthusiast​

tbh I dunno really when in the timeline this would be set, it’s up for interpretation :)

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Taking in a deep breath, Y/n closed their eyes and focused on the senses of the night. Beneath her was the cold, stone bench, and a soft breeze swirled all around her body, pressing Y/n’s clothes against her skin. The palace gardens of Naboo were her favorite place to escape when sleep evaded Y/n; they were usually bustling with energy during the day, but at night it was nothing but peace. 

A hand on Y/n’s shoulder made her realize she was not alone; looking up, she saw her beloved friend, Padme, gently smiling down at her. 

“Couldn’t sleep? Me neither.” 

Carefully Padme sat down on the empty space of the bench next to Y/n. As their knees touched, Y/n felt heat rush from the point of content straight up her body to her cheeks. Quickly she ducked her head, hoping Padme wouldn’t notice. When Y/n dared a look again, she saw that the woman next to her was looking at the stars. Y/n couldn’t help but see the way the night lighting cast a soft glow across Padme’s skin; she was beautiful in every possible way, and twice as kind. It was really just a matter of time before Y/n had fallen in love with Padme. The former never let a word of her true affections pass her lips, afraid to ruin the precious little friendship she had. Still, on nights like this, Y/n felt herself become weak, desperate to loose her true feelings. 

“What are you staring at?” Padme carefully brushed some of Y/n’s hair out of her face, concern etched into her face. 

“Oh-I-uh, nothing. Just....lost in thought I guess.” 

Padme let out a gentle laugh, twirling the strands of Y/n’s hair between her fingers. Y/n watched in complete adoration as Padme laid the hair back down, smoothing it out. Her fingers softly traced the outline of Y/n’s face, trailing down to her chin. Y/n’s hand caught Padme’s as it fell, the former’s heart beating rapidly.

“Padme...” The name barely came out, a tiny, desperate whisper. Y/n looked away and let go, ashamed of her moment of weakness. 

To her surprise, however, Padme’s finger came under Y/n’s chin, forcing her to look up and into her eyes. Leaning in, Padme carefully pressed her lips to Y/n’s; Y/n’s eyes closed, her whole body leaning into the contact. As Padme pulled away, Y/n sought to capture her lips again, this time holding Padme’s face in her hands and gently pulling her back in. Y/n felt her whole body flood with warmth at the intimate contact, but she was nearly dizzy from happiness. Nothing else was in her mind and her senses were overloaded with the sensation of having Padme so close. From the sweet smell of her perfume to the feeling of her fingers combing through Y/n’s hair, the latter felt like they could die from happiness. 

As the two parted, catching their breath, Padme’s cheeks were notably flushed, a gentle blush casting the reddish color. Y/n rubbed her thumb over Padme’s cheeks, not bothering to contain her smile. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” 

Leaning her forehead against Y/n’s, Padme shook her head. “I wish you had done it sooner.”

“Don’t worry; next time, you won’t have to wait at all.”  

[padawansuggest]

I think it would have been funny if Vaderkin escaped Mortis with all his memories of the future, showed up at Palpatine’s office with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka trying to get after him to restrain him, and Anakin just goes fucking nuclear with a swish of his hand (in true Vader Destruction Mode okay Ani never would have done something that intense but Vader would wreck anything to get his job done) and the senate had to be evacuated when Vaderkin collapses half the chancellor’s office on him only for Palpatine to still be alive and show his colours as the Sith Lord by fighting back and now the Jedi are like ‘um… we were gonna stop Ani at any means possible… but… he might legit got this…’ and then when it’s all over Ani is coming back into himself as Vader’s mission ends and his sunshine happy self comes back and he just breaks down crying and Obi-Wan thinks he’s crying cause he fought a Sith but when he comes over to hug him (they got Padme on a shuttle comin to take over with Ani-sitting lmao they in over they heads) Anakin just cries into his shoulders and says he can’t be a Jedi because he loves Padme and their children and Obi-Wan and Ahsoka so much he would burn worlds for them and he hates Palpatine even past his death because he’s the reason Vader hurt his babies and never got to see them grow up and he just cries for so long (boy deserves that cry) while Obi-Wan holds him and finally it’s too much and Obi just blurts out that he would leave the order if Ani asked him to. He’d canonically contemplated leaving when Ani was 12 if Ani had chose to so he blurts it all out that Ani’s happiness and wellbeing is more important to him than being a Jedi and Ahsoka (who’s been sitting off to the side a while unsure what to do but holding onto Ani’s robes) says she wanted to stay with him wherever he went to.

Tbh Mace is just happy they’re all discussing this on their own cause the council IS going to have to ask Ani to either leave or admit himself as a long term mental health patient so he’s thankful he doesn’t have to bring it up and Padme gets there and Ani is her lappup for the time being while Ani and Obi discuss that they can make baby steps out first by them staying in-temple while Ani goes to mind healers and Obi too tbh he’s got a lot going and after Mortis their girl Soka is On The Edge and she needs it too now and so Mace is just glad to get them tucked away in the temple where they belong while seeing mind healers (protective af over just about everyone in the order is how Mace should be) and Cody and Rex bully their way into the temple with them to take care of their Jettis but there are still battles to fight and Dooku and Grevious to capture so things are tough but calming down.

Ani cries a bunch because he’s got all of Vaders memories and sometimes he just collapses into Obi’s arms because he can’t handle what he did in the Jedi temple or all the planets he hurt and he’s terrified to have children cause Luke and Leia were such perfect little creatures but Ani can’t hurt them again and Ani just deserves to cry like constantly and whenever he wants to because he’s tired and hurt and he needs therapy.

Obi-Wan is mostly in shock and not functioning very well but Cody’s taking care of him while coordinating the troops from the temple and the chips are found and removed and everything slowly gets better.

But mostly just let Ani let loose Vader levels of absolute power and total destruction upon his enemies and create maelstroms of terror and destruction before collapsing and crying about it for like six hours.

Also Soka is really fucked up from what they went through and needs some therapy. Also Obi is about to get captured by a mind healer because he’s pretending NONE of that just happened and his coping mechanisms are basically non-existent or alcohol now days. Get them some fucking help. Also let them explain to the council what happened on Mortis and how Ani got another life trapped in his head and watch the council end up flipping their lids over that one.