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I’ve decided to redo my icons and see if that brings my queen back, if not, I’m probably going to revamp this blog and start fresh.

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Padmé is being quiet so i’m putting her on hiatus until she comes back to me. I love you guys!
my wife.
“Ani,” Padmé chided gently, her young husband was reckless. But she knew that when she’d married him.
“I’m serious, be more careful,” pressing a kiss to one of the scars Padmé curled herself closer to Anakin.
“I’m glad you’re here, I’ve missed you while you were away.”
he gives a gentle sigh at the touch of her lips–how pleasant and soft they are against his skin, how blessed the feel. when she leans against him like she does now, there is no war, there is no suffering, there is no twist in the heart sprung from the jedi’s silly code.
“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you too,” he says, sliding his arm around her waist to pull her closer. “at night, when i’m alone and all the clones have gone to bed…you’re the only thing i ever think about.”
Humming happily, Padmé let him pull her closer.
She couldn’t get enough of Anakin if she tried, so she let him hold her as she soaked up the attention he gave to her. There was something about him, something that drew her to him.
“Really? I’m all you think about?” She teased with a suggestive smile.
I Know My Sister Like I Know My Own Mind.

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"Luke, thank goodness you're alright!"
The young now freed slave stood before her. He hadn’t had the time to change out of his dusty white shirt and beige pants with boots that he had worn when he had left Watto’s shop and Tatooine. His aunt had told him much on the journey to Naboo about his family, his home, and his true name. It wasn’t Anakin, but Luke. Anakin was his father.
He looked at the queen, his mother, taking a moment to respond to the name. After some time responding to Anakin and still without memories of his past life, it would take him some time to find himself in the life he had returned to.
“Yeah. I’m alright.” He reached a hand to fiddle with the end of the pony tail he had tied his long blonde hair back in. Mouse, his mouse droid was next to him and taking in the queen. Both could tell that the queen was a warm woman who genuinely cared about her family. She must’ve missed her son terribly. “The lady, my Aunt Sabé found me and told me a lot, though I admit even standing before you now, it’s still hard for me to wrap my head around that I’m a prince and my name is Luke.”
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Padmé laughed at the memory, nodding in agreement that the plan was poorly thought out.
“Your art has always been food,” Padmé said, “you used to love watching the cooks in the kitchen when you were younger, maybe working in the kitchens might help your memory.”
“My art?” He asked before putting down the rug and returning to the table. Sabé had told him some things about Naboo, perhaps in hopes of jogging his memory before he was returned to the palace. No doubt much of how Naboo society worked would return to him as he regained his memories.
He sat back down and looked at his plate, which had been cleared somewhat from his dining experience.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. I did enjoy cooking on Tatooine. The only problem was that I was usually tired from waking so early or being forced to work at Watto’s shop. I…This may sound crazy but I’d be happy if I can sleep past dawn now.” Being a slave wasn’t good of course, but at least at the moment it was making Luke grateful for what he did have as a prince.
He looked at her as he reached for another piece of shuura fruit but paused. “There… There aren’t any slaves on Naboo, are there?”
“Every child of Naboo is encouraged to find something artistic that they’re good at.” Padmé prompted gently.
“Mine was poetry, your sister’s is dance, and yours is food.” Anakin hadn’t grown up on Naboo so he didn’t have an art, but had encouraged their children to follow the customs and traditions of the planet he loved.
At Luke’s question about slaves, Padmé paled.
“No.” She said firmly, recalling how The Trade Federation had enslaved her people when she had been a young queen.
“No, all people are equal here on Naboo.”
“I see. I guess you might be right. Perhaps if I spend time in the kitchens working with food it might help me with my memories and improve my work in the art.” He replied. From the small amount he had seen thus far, Naboo seemed to be a good planet and he was glad to know that he was the prince of it.
Luke noticed her skin pale at his question about slaves. It seemed that there was more history to it than just him becoming Watto’s slave.
“My father is Anakin, isn’t he? He was the slave that Master Watto said I reminded him of.” Luke spoke, another memory coming to his mind. “Papa, never liked to talk about his past. Now I know why.”
The boy stood up and put his hands on the table causing the plates to clank.
“Mama, once I regain my memories I want to help the slaves on Tatooine. I want to free them, just as Aunt Sabé did to me. I was born free. I know that now. But I still became a slave and was freed once more. Master Watto, we can start with him, and ensure he never has a slave working for him again.” He decided, his mind made up.
How could she deny him this? it was such a nobel goal? But Padmé had just got her son back, and already he was talking about returning to Tatooine, Force knew when.
"We'll discuss it once you're well," she said instead.
"Right now, just focus on getting better."
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Padmé pressed a sweet kiss to her husband’s lips, there was no special occasion, just an everyday kiss.
“I love you.”
“My fate will be no different to that of our people.”
wife.
Padmé hummed in answer, and returned the kiss.
“So you tell me, often.” Padmé smiled as she continued to trace Anakin’s scars.
“I wish you’d be more careful out there, Ani every time you come back there’s a new scar.”
“no thank you. i quite like my collection,” he says mischievously, tracing a teasing finger down her cheek. “don’t think of them as scars, think of them more as badges. marks of my bravery. i wouldn’t be a warrior if i didn’t have any of these, now would i?”
for indeed he wears them with such pride that he almost likes them more than his other striking features: his piercing eyes, his roguish smile, his lean and chiseled frame…oh, if anyone asked, he could go on about how perfect he was, and in his mind, the prizes he’d won on the field were just another sign of that.
"Ani," Padmé chided gently, her young husband was reckless. But she knew that when she'd married him.
"I'm serious, be more careful," pressing a kiss to one of the scars Padmé curled herself closer to Anakin.
"I'm glad you're here, I've missed you while you were away."
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“I was wondering if you’d make some time for me tonight,” Padmé joked as she turned to face her husband glad that he had understood her message.
Even here in the dimly lit alcove, he was handsome, and the senator couldn’t resist stealing a kiss.
“I missed you, please tell me you’ll have some leave soon and you can come home.”
Anakins desire for a decade had been to cross Padme’s path again. He never thought that he’d be lucky to be the man in her life.
Anakin touched her with his mechno-hand, slowly stroking the woman fondly, “ I’m trying my best. The thing about being Anakin Skywalker is they want the best to win every fight.”
Smiling Padmé began to kiss her husband’s neck, she’d rather be back at the senatorial apartment doing this not stealing this moment while at a party, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Well, when you do come home we are locking the door to our bedroom and not coming out for days.” Padmé whispered in Anakin’s ear, senatorial duties be damned, she wanted him.

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“ don’t ever frighten me like that again. ”
The child looked up at his mother. Luke was sniffling, his body bruised and scraped. He had climbed to high and fallen. The little boy hadn’t meant to frighten his mother, but he had done something she wouldn’t approve of anyway.
“I just wanted to see the water maiden.” He told her. He had heard a story going around of a supposed kind water spirit in the form of a maiden that exist in a secret fountain in the royal gardens that could only be seen at night. The rumor said if you told her a wish it would come true. Unfortunately, in Luke’s quest to find this mythical character, he had disappeared from his chambers after he had been put to bed and had clumisly tripped and got his flesh torn on some flower thorns trying to find the fountain. Little did he know that his action had caused both of his parents to be scared that he had run away from home or perhaps worse. “I’m sorry, Mama!”
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Padmé had been scared half to death when the nanny droid had reported Luke missing from bed. Anakin had taken a search party out to look through Theed, and hadn’t returned yet.
While Padmé had gone to make sure Leia was safe and search the grounds. She was beginning to understand how Captain Panaka had felt when she had been young.
She had found Luke in the gardens bruised and bleeding, and while she was angry, she was more focused on getting Luke to the medical droid.
“Come here, Baby.” Padmé said picking Luke up and holding him close. She could punish him appropriately later, once she’d discussed it with Anakin. For now, she just wanted to get Luke inside.
When his mother picked him up, the hurt child curled up in his mother’s arms. Despite that he would get punished later on, right now he was in the comfort of his mother’s arms. Of course, the seven year old had no idea him disappearing for a moonlight adventure in the royal gardens would cause such a fuss of everyone looking for the young prince. Then again, Luke also hadn’t expected to get hurt or have his nightclothes ripped from the thorns.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Mama!” He continued to apologize.
"I know," Padmé soothed as she carried Luke back inside the palace, news traveled fast amongst the servants who made up Padmé's search party that the prince was found, so by the time Padmé got Luke back to his room, most had gone back to bed.
Calling for Emdee, Padmé sat down Luke on the bed and commed Anakin.
"Come home, I found him, he's alright." She said before sending the message and turning to her son.
"Where does it hurt?"
“ don’t ever frighten me like that again. ”
The child looked up at his mother. Luke was sniffling, his body bruised and scraped. He had climbed to high and fallen. The little boy hadn’t meant to frighten his mother, but he had done something she wouldn’t approve of anyway.
“I just wanted to see the water maiden.” He told her. He had heard a story going around of a supposed kind water spirit in the form of a maiden that exist in a secret fountain in the royal gardens that could only be seen at night. The rumor said if you told her a wish it would come true. Unfortunately, in Luke’s quest to find this mythical character, he had disappeared from his chambers after he had been put to bed and had clumisly tripped and got his flesh torn on some flower thorns trying to find the fountain. Little did he know that his action had caused both of his parents to be scared that he had run away from home or perhaps worse. “I’m sorry, Mama!”
Padmé had been scared half to death when the nanny droid had reported Luke missing from bed. Anakin had taken a search party out to look through Theed, and hadn't returned yet.
While Padmé had gone to make sure Leia was safe and search the grounds. She was beginning to understand how Captain Panaka had felt when she had been young.
She had found Luke in the gardens bruised and bleeding, and while she was angry, she was more focused on getting Luke to the medical droid.
"Come here, Baby." Padmé said picking Luke up and holding him close. She could punish him appropriately later, once she'd discussed it with Anakin. For now, she just wanted to get Luke inside.
𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊 (𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.
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“ boy, why are you crying? ”
“ i wasn’t crying. ”
“ it may hurt a little. ”
“ i think it’s perfectly sweet of you. ”
“ i shall give you a kiss, if you like. ”
“ i’ve got to be there, i promised. ”
“ my word is my bond. ”
“ if it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go. ”
“ don’t look at me! ”
“ that’s very nice, dear. ”
“ when are you going to stop acting like a child? ”
“ grow up. ”
“ look at you! such a sweet thing! ”
“ i’ve lost my marbles. ”
“ so, you’ve become a pirate! ”
“ will everybody just shut up?! ”
“ you haven’t looked at them once. ”
“ you are not being careful. ”
“ now, you know where faeries come from, don’t you? ”
“ you’re in charge now. ”
“ it’s possible that this is some kind of ridiculous prank. ”
“ how far back can you remember? ”
“ i knew you’d forgotten! ”
“ don’t you know who you are? ”
“ maybe this means you’ll be twice as much fun. ”
“ if less is more, there’s no end to me. ”
“ i’m dying. heading towards the white light. i’ve left my body. ”
“ my god, i think i killed it. ”
“ please don’t! i have a bad back! ”
“ who amongst us does not belong? ”
“ you made a boo-boo. ”
“ are you trying to do me out of my job? ”
“ pick up your weapon. ”
“ kill them. kill them all. ”
“ you’re not old enough to shave. ”
“ what are you doing with that sword? ”
“ what is this? lord of the flies preschool? ”
“ i want to speak to a grown-up! ”
“ we kill pirates. ”
“ i’ve just had a sublime vision. all the jagged parts of my life have come together to form a complete and mystical whole. ”
“ my life is over. ”
“ are you getting dramatic? ”
“ don’t ever frighten me like that again. ”
“ i think a bit of skulduggery would do you good. ”
“ lie? me? never! the truth is far too much fun. ”
“ eat what? there’s nothing here. gandhi ate more than this! ”
“ oil-dripping, beef-fart-sniffing bubble butt. ”
“ someone has a severe caca mouth. ”
“ i don’t like this game. ”
“ i ran away. ”
“ at that moment, something changed in me forever. ”
“ i can see why you have trouble finding a happy thought. ”
“ i wanted to be a father. ”
“ don’t we have the greatest adventures? ”
“ i like this game! ask me another one. ”
“ this is the only wish i’ve ever wished for myself. ”
“ this… is really going to hurt. ”
“ do something intelligent! ”
“ death is the only adventure you have left. ”
“ to a ten year old, i’m huge. ”
“ you owe me something. ”
“ i can’t stay. i’ve done what i came to do, and now i have to go back. ”
“ do you know that place between sleep and awake, where you can still remember dreaming? ”
“ have you ever known what it’s like to feel the exhilaration of really flying? ”
“ i missed the adventure again, didn’t i? ”
He felt a sudden pulse against his palm and laughed. “Motherly intuition, huh? With a kick that hard? Definitely a girl.” - Anakin Skywalker, ROTS Novel
🍁 play with my muse’s hair
After Anakin had been knighted and immediately sent off to the front, he had decided to let his hair grow. In some ways, it was an exercise of freedom. Being a knight had given him much more autonomy than he had as an apprentice. For example, it had given him the ability to sneak out of the Temple tonight without having to make excuses to anyone. He hadn’t seen Padmé in months, so naturally he had flown his airspeeder to her apartment as soon as he could get a free moment. As her hand moved through his hair, he grinned. “What do you think?”
“It’s different,” Padmé said running her fingers through his hair. She didn’t care how he wore his hair, she was just glad that Anakin was here with her after months of being apart.
“You certainly aren’t a padawan anymore.” She teased, kissing Anakin’s cheek.

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🐔 wake my muse with a forehead kiss
It was the first time he had slept soundly in so long. There were no nightmares, and he hadn’t needed the healers’ intervention to put him to sleep as he had when he had first lost his hand. Who would have thought that the key to his recovery was breaking the Code? He didn’t see it that way—yes, what he had done, what he was doing, was technically forbidden. But he couldn’t ever think it was wrong. Padmé’s presence truly was soothing, had been even before he crumbled in her arms after confessing what he had done on Tatooine in the wake of his mother’s death. He loved her, and simply refused to give her up, no matter what the Jedi Council or Obi-Wan or anyone else had to say.
The sunlight shone through the windows of the villa, but Anakin’s eyes remained closed as he relished in the serenity he felt. It was their first morning as husband and wife, and not even a Separatist battalion could force him from this bed. He felt her shift in his arms, and then her lips against his forehead. Smiling, he finally opened his eyes, lifting his left hand to stroke her cheek, still quite uncomfortable with his durasteel arm. “Good morning, angel.”
“Hm, good morning.” Padmé smiled, she loved it when he called her ‘angel’ it reminded her of how they met, how simple life had been then, it felt simple now as they lay together in this bed.
“How are you this morning, Mr. Skywalker?”
😋 tickle my muse
He knew he had it coming when he had pretended to be injured by the shaak he had been riding on after it threw him from its back. He lay motionless, and facedown, biting his lip to keep from laughing as Padmé turned him over, frantic. Finally meeting her eyes, he burst out laughing. “You should have seen your face!” He lifted an eyebrow as she reached for him again. “Wha—don’t you dare—” The Padawan was soon again overtaken by laughter as she began to tickle him.
“Don’t scare me like that!” Padmé said as she tickled Anakin, she had thought he was seriously hurt, all because he was trying to impress her and was showing off.
“Say you’re sorry, say it!”