#harkenhope

❝ i’ve been having dreams. bad dreams. ❞ @harkenhope

"What sort of dreams?" Concern marred Breha's placid expression. Holo calls between the two friends were never casual these days, they were always discussions of business.

It had been a few rough days for Anakin. Getting manipulated by Palpatine with his own fear was something he had never expected to happen. He was a Jedi, he was better than that. And it was like Obi-Wan had always told him. He needed to learn how to control his feelings, his emotions and not let them get in the way of what was important. It was Padme, who brought him back to the light. Her and the baby that was soon to be born. With Obi-Wan’s help he had been allowed to take some time off from his duties. Surprised that his friend decided to keep the pregnancy of Padme a secret, just as their marriage. Obi-Wan had taught him for over a decade what his duties, what the Jedi order said. And here he was, helping his friend out when he needed it the most. 

Now, back on Naboo where it all started, Anakin had joined Padme to create the perfect baby spot for their little offspring. Slowly walking out into the garden where she was, a smile came across his lips. As he stood there and just watched her. She was so beautiful. She was indeed an angel. 

𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙳:  @harkenhope​ 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃:  [ Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse. ]

⚠️ ⚠️⚠️⚠️ too cute to ever be evil

Anakin hadn’t been completely sure when he’d been elected senator for the newly ratified Republic Planet of Tatooine. He’d just led the people in a revolt against the Hutts, freeing all the slaves and killing all the slave owners and Masters in the process. It had been fun! It had been what he’d promised to do when he was Freed at the age of nine. 

Now, not even three months after Jabba the Hutt’s, here he was, on the capital planet of the Republic. He’d only participated in a few sessions so far, not having been on planet for long, but something had become eminently obvious to him. 

This place was just as much a cess pool as Tatooine had been. 

Well, that couldn’t be allowed to stand. 

“Alright, you fucktard!” he screamed, standing on top of a senate pod that had, technically, been a few levels above where his was currently hovering. “You want to say that again?” he demanded, a blaster appearing in his gloved prosthetic hand, a gift from one of the slave owners just before the revolt. 

He didn’t even register the adverse reactions from those around him, or even the Jedi that had just entered their own pod to watch the proceedings, only focusing on the terrified face of the one who had dared say something so stupid as anyone not needing rights to their own body. His mother had told him, before he left Tatooine, to never let any of the Masters to get away with their crimes. Well, he would remember that. And this was exactly how he had dealt with all Masters before. 

I do what I want, Mom. "I'm going to find an exorcist."

@harkenhope liked the AU where Padmé & Sabé raise the twins.

Their home was quiet, most of the time. Now that the twins could walk, chaos had ensued, but for now watching Luke and Leia sleep, Sabé was certain she wouldn't trade this family for anything.

Turning to Padmé, the former handmaiden smiled, she wasn't Luke and Leia's mother like Padmé was, in fact, they called her Sabin, since they struggled to pronounce her name. But Sabé didn't mind, this was her family, as wild and untraditional as it was.

"The twins are asleep." Sabé said as she watched Padmé busy herself around their small home, it was only two rooms not at all what they were use to, but it was home.

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