#anidala fluff

[drawingdroid]

How things should have ended:

[ontherocks21]

“Ani, no! Ani, please!” Padmé cried, laughing helplessly between gasping protests.  With her free hand, she shoved hard at his immoveable shoulder, writhing in one last ditch endeavor to halt another barrage, squealing loudly when, “No, no, no, Ani!” suddenly became a breathless, “Ohhhhhhhh…”

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ladymysa]

What doesn't anakin do for his wife?

[coruscantrhapsody]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So I have an ongoing collection of standalone happy Skywalker family vignettes called Skywalker Snippets, and I just updated with some serious, serious fluff if anyone is in the mood for some will-give-you-a-toothache Anidala content :) (also: sorry)

[taxidermymuskrat]

🏙Relax time (finally)💕

Would anybody care for some soft anidala fluff? Well I’m craving it so 🤲🏼 here u go it’s nap time for Anakin 🥰

[flyboy-and-fight-me]

ANIDALA FLUFFFFFF pls bc they make me cry every time I see them together

I love anidala omg, theyre so sad and so cute and the TWINS ugh

here is some big family Anidala fluff from my house, to yours nonny:

Sand Sucks

Beauty could not encapsulate that of Naboo in the summer months. The mountains and dales that had seemed so lifeless in the overcast light now shone brilliant emerald green against the clear skies. It was a rare summer off, there were no expectations, no conferences, no missions, nothing. They were free to do whatever they wanted and spend as much time together as possible.

So when Padme first told him that they were going to the beach, Anakin had burst into tears.

It’s going to be so much fun! she said. It’ll be good for the twins! She said. Anakin had steadfastly refused at first, he was going to stay on the other side of the island in his nice little sand-free villa. 

So naturally Padme, ever the politician (and possibly greatest Co-Chancellor in the entire galaxy) enlisted Ahsoka and Obi-Wan to bug, poke, prod and beg him to at least come with them. At one point his surrogate baby sister had even held up his son and said:

“Look. Look into those eyes. Are you really going to disappoint him?”

So that’s how he ended up at the beach, Padme standing far below and trying to de-claw him from the palm tree he’d scrambled up the second his foot had hit the sand. Obi-Wan hadn’t helped, merely broken down in peals of laughter and told his beloved wife: He’s your problem now, my dear, you signed up for this. And happily sauntered off to go help Leia build sandcastles while Ahsoka and Luke looked for seashells in the shallows, glancing over from time to time to make sure her former Master hadn’t fallen out the tree and died of shock.

“You have to come down some time,” Padme shouted up to him- she really did look beautiful, her swimsuit was crystal blue and gold, perfectly reflecting the water to make her look like the angel he knew her to be. 

“No I don’t. I’ll stay up here forever, Obi-Wan can bring me food.” He called back, 

“Obi-Wan isn’t bringing you jack shit!” Yelled the man himself. Anakin stuck his tongue out at him before looking back down at Padme,

“You’re lucky I can’t use the Force.” She said,

“Oh don’t I know it.” He laughed.

He did eventually come down from the tree, but only after they had laid out several blankets like a Coruscanti red carpet and promised not to put sand in his boots. 

Padme conviently pretended not to hear that promise, and most definitely did not delight in the indignant yelp her husband let out as he threw his shoe across the beach.

Prompt Me!

[severnlight]

Day 04 [Flufftober]: Wounded *from Swords and Starflowers AU* ⚔️💮⚔️

Anakin managed to sneak out of the grand reception room and made a beeline straight out for the gardens. Why his Lord Father insisted on his presence at these boring political deliberations whenever they were held at their estate was beyond him. None of the other noble families brought their offspring at the young age of sixteen. Good thing the elders had taken a break for some refreshments, which had chanced him with this golden opportunity to vanish. He could not sit through another minute of their droning - he would much rather endure his father’s reproach for his lapse later.

Anakin took a sharp turn into the imposing garden labyrinth, and went wherever his instincts led him. Let’s see how they would find him here. He made his way through the maze as he had done countless times before, taking random turns, feeling the pull of the Force. The labyrinth was his Father’s pride, an engineering marvel, with hidden gems of manicured garden spots and even two practice arenas hidden in the design blueprints. It was not meant to be easily navigated for people who did not have magic, his Father had told him.

Today, the magic pulled on him in that very particular way, usually a predictor of something significant about to unfold. Or it could just be Chef making his favorite dessert - he never knew. After another sharp turn, Anakin found himself out of the maze and into the central arena. He took the familiar gravel path, shaded by two rows of tall plumerias, but before he reached the open arena, he felt danger looming from the side. Something collapsed behind the nearest plumeria bush, and one of the branches nicked his cheek, followed by a crashing archery practice target. He barely managed to duck out of the way, hand and knee hitting the gravel, and gasped in pain. There was a quarrel embedded in the broken target at his feet.

Behind the unfortunate plumeria, someone was trying to make their way to him. Undoubtedly, the person who shot the crossbow.

“Are you mad?!” He yelled, and jumped up, trying to get the dust and gravel off his hand and sleeve.

“Are you alright?” The voice behind the plumerias asked, and Anakin started. A melodic voice, and not one he recognized. “Please accept my apologies, the target simply gave in! And moreover, I did not expect anyone to venture in here! How did you even manage it alone?”

“I live here!” Anakin growled, “And the target wouldn’t ‘just break’, if you hadn’t shot it with a crossbow! It is meant for archery, it can’t withstand… Where did you even get a crossbow?” Read more on AO3. ⚔️💮⚔️ @flufftober @x-tober

[chokemeanakin]

I’ve never written Anidala before but there’s a first time for everything right? 😅 I hope you enjoy 💕

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Anidala Fluff

Time seemed to stop in the fields of Naboo. Anakin knew he had an important mission to focus on, and that anywhere, even out here, he had to keep his eyes open for potential threats. But here he was with his childhood love, laying on the grass side by side, watching the butterflies play in the sky and feeling the soft grass brush against his cheek.

He didn’t have to be anyone right now, not Anakin Skywalker: The Chosen One, problematic padawan, and the boy destined to bring balance to the force. It was a lot to put on anyone’s shoulder’s, much less a fragile 19 year old boy’s, and the stress had steadily been building into an unbridled rage as the Jedi Council continued to try and shelter him. They feared his power, he knew it, and they did not teach him everything he needed to know to be the best Jedi he could. They believed he would become too powerful, and the darkness within him would not be able to be controlled.

But Padme was not afraid of him. No, she was laying on her stomach beside him, chin propped in her hand, delicately tracing the plains of his face with her fingertips like he was made of glass. It tickled, but it was peaceful, and it allowed him to stare shamelessly into her golden-brown eyes.

She was beautiful.

She always had been to him, from the first moment he saw her in Watto’s shop. He was certain she was one of those angels he had heard about as a small child. Now, with the sunlight cast over her head like a halo and the flowing yellow sundress lighting up her soft features like a beacon, he knew he was right. She was an angel-- his angel, and he was never going to let her go.

He reached a hand up and cupped Padme’s face, wanting to feel her soft skin beneath his palm. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, smiling. Force, how he wanted to kiss those lips. She wanted to also, he could sense her longing, but it was something they had quickly discussed only once before, and she had just as quickly shut down.

Their love was forbidden, where he was a Jedi unable to form attachments and she was a Queen, her priorities having to lay anywhere but romance.

But up here, in the rolling fields of Padme’s home planet, no one was here to witness it. No one had to know that their two hearts yearned for each other. He simply could not hold himself back. He leaned up and gently framed her lips with his.

Padme was surprised. She tensed up, and for a second Anakin was filled with dread. Oh, how he’d messed up.

But then, miraculously, she relaxed, the hand gripping onto his shoulder releasing the cloth, and she returned the kiss. Hesitant, slow, soft. A question and an answer, a “should I?” and a “you should.” They played off of each other like a piano, fingers exploring as their mouths made music.

Anakin was ecstatic. It was only in his best dreams that she would accept his kiss, much less return it. But now she was getting onto her knees, holding his face between her hands, kissing him like he was her air. He had not planned for it to go any further.

“Padme,” he gently broke the kiss, but kept her close with a hand to the back of her neck. “We shouldn’t.”

“We shouldn’t,” she agreed, and leaned back in. Her mouth was saying one thing, but her body was saying another.

“Padme, I--”

She broke away this time, panting lightly. Her eyes were wild, wanting, and she bit her lip slyly.

“No one has to know,” she whispered, breath tickling his lips. “I need you. I love you.”

It was all Anakin needed to hear. He captured her lips in his again, flipping her over so that she was lying on the soft grass. His hands ran up and down her body, sending the words back at her through his touch-- I love you I love you I love you.

Things went unspoken then. He could feel her nervousness, mirrored by his own. They both had never done this before, but neither felt an ounce of guilt that they thought they should. It felt good, and magical, and right. It was another adventure that they were excited to take on together.

Anakin had never felt much peace in his life. Padme had never really had a time to rest. However, up in the fields of Naboo, where their worlds and bodies collided, sharing their love for the first time, they had everything they had ever dreamed of. This small sliver of time, where Anakin got to hold Padme and they got to bask in the bliss of each other’s bodies, was a memory Anakin was going to cherish through the rest of the hardships of his life. She was the one person who could make him see the light, this was the one instance he had felt at peace with the world, and just for this moment, he truly believed that he could make it.

While most of the time they felt like they were constantly running into brick walls regarding their love for each other, this was a promise. Padme could feel it in the way Anakin moved with her. They were promising themselves to each other— his angel, her protector— no matter what happened next. Something beautiful was born in that moment, one that even the force could not control.

An endless, forbidden love.