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[whayjhey]

Happy Anidala Week to those who celebrate! 😌 a meme for @anidalaweeks’s day one: everything goes right au

[yanna-writes]

When Padmé goes into labour before Anakin can intervene with Palpatine's arrest, it rewrites their destiny altogether.

You can read 'A Shatterpoint In Time' on AO3 here! Written for @vadersgrl in the @anidalaweeks 2025 Anidala Yuletide Event: Secret Santa Exchange ❤️

[shoobscantsleep]

a belated art for day four of @anidalaweeks : summer camp au! anakin definitely had his campers do reconnaissance for him to figure out if counselor naberrie was single <3 (plus— i have a fic for this!! i just didn’t have the time, so i drew something!)

[yanna-writes-archive]

When Padmé feels a violent shift in the air, she makes a choice. Pregnant with Force sensitive twins and newly attuned to the currents of destiny — she goes to find her husband before it's too late.

In the Jedi Temple.

In the Senate.

In the Chancellor’s office.

Every step forward reshapes the end.

You can read ‘This Is How Liberty Survives’ on AO3 here.

Bear in mind that it’s also a bit of a late entry for the @anidalaweeks collection — specifically the Anidala Week 2025, Day One: Everything Goes Right AU. 🙏❤️

[anidalaweeks]

Here ye, Here ye, it's 28 days until Anidala Yuletide (and Secret Santa!)

Anidala lovers, the moderators have officially planned our first annual Anidala Yuletide Event and Secret Santa exchange! From December 12th - December 25th, we will be celebrating all things holiday and Anidala with both a Yuletide prompt calendar and a Secret Santa!

Hopefully, we'll have a holly jolly celebration, indeed! All of the info you'll need is in this post - as always, you can reach out via DMs to us if you have questions.

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For our Secret Santa exchange, we have a comprehensive form for participants to complete!

Anidala Secret Santa Questionnaire ❄️

Please remember that if you fill out this form, we expect you to give as you will also receive - please do not fill out this form if you do

We want everyone to know that if you fill this out, you will be expected to send something (and friends, we will be checking). You should not fill out this form with the intention of not sending and only receiving - it spoils the fun of the holiday and this event.

While we heavily doubt this will happen (Krampus is watching very carefully), as moderators, we have to say it at least once so people know. If you do end up being on the naughty list for this, however, you will be unable to participate in any Anidala Secret Santa exchanges in the future. FYI:

All responses that are submitted from today to November 19th will be collected by moderators. We will pair you with your official Secret Santa partner on November 20th and send a direct message with their listed information.

If you send in late - no worries! Just make sure that you actually have the time to create a gift for who you will be partnered with.

Secret Santa exchanges BEGIN December 12th and END December 25th. Make sure to tag the person you are partnered with in your gift of choice, and use the hashtag #anidalayuletide2025 so we can repost it!

If it's a fic you gifted, we love seeing them in the collection tag on A03 - make sure to add it under the collection title: anidalayuletide2025

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The official Anidala Yuletide 2025 calendar of prompts/events is as listed:

If you don't want to participate in Secret Santa but want to participate in Yuletide, we have an official calendar of prompts! While the calendar may seem overwhelming, remember that you can participate in as much or as little as you'd like.

The point of Yuletide and Anidala Events is to celebrate the season with our favorite star-crossed lovers - not to stress out about the level of your involvement. We're also going to give a $25 e-gift card via a raffle on December 26th - here's some FAQs:

Yuletide is NOT connected to Secret Santa in the sense that you have to do both to get a raffle entry.

All you need to enter the raffle is to post with one of our prompts, tag our account (@anidalaweeks), and use the tag #anidalayuletide2025. A link to the extensive list of raffle rules is in the comments.

We're thrilled to throw this event and hope that people can participate in one event (or both!) Please make sure to reach out with any questions - we will be giving short FAQ posts/reminders as well.

Much love, The Mod Team

[missbehave-onnaboo]

The Dreams and The Fireplace

It's done. The matrimonial vows... Looking at the sunset over the horizon... Wondering now... what will become of them after this forbidden marriage... But in this moment, that thought was tucked away for the night... A night of declaration... the consummation... of Anakin and Padme.

Hello! Happy day one of @anidalaweeks is finally here!!! I have this fic in mind and then the announcement for Anidala week was announced. It couldn't have been more perfect!

Special thanks to @avaaawritesss for creating the moodboard for me! Amazing work!

The Dreams and The Fireplace already posted, and my oh my I'm blushing 🫣

[eleonoraalbright]

Day Off │Anidala

Written for @anidalaweeks Anidala Yuletide Event and Secret Santa exchange.

This fic is dedicated to the amazing @padmeanddorme who provided the prompt: Life day during/after the clone wars, Anakin unexpectedly coming home from the war on life day.

Padmé had complete faith in her husband’s eventual return and the fact that he would come back in one piece. Her main concern was the question of when. Would it be another month or week until she saw him again? It would alleviate matters if she could talk to Ani, but this prolonged silence was all she could look forward to in the near future. 

Read on AO3

Padmé shut her eyes, but she could still see the blue screen of her datapad beneath her eyelids. Sighing, she clicked off the device, laying it aside, to stand up and cross to the window overlooking the Coruscant skyline.

As usual, the eternal city never slept, even at this hour of the night. Traffic congested the skies and Padmé wondered how many of them contained frantic families hurrying to their relatives’ homes to partake in the impending celebrations. 

Lights from the upper apartments glowed cheerily, reminding her of the gleaming baubles she’d seen in her fellow senators’ offices and abodes. Not her own though. Padmé turned around to gaze at her own dismal surroundings.

Well, perhaps dismal wasn’t the proper word since her apartment was as ornate as ever, but it held a certain coldness and melancholy to it without any festive trimmings to brighten up the space. 

She had meant to add a few decorations herself, however, obligations to the senate intruded on those plans. A debate for an upcoming bill was scheduled to take place the morning after Life Day, something Padmé was sure that the opposition had secured through bribes, so as to upset her delegation’s preparation. Despite the oppositions’ best effort, the scheme wouldn’t work. 

Padmé was determined to sway any senators who had yet to make up their mind to not vote for the bill, which for all its fancy wording, would just make it harder to send supplies to planets in the outer rim still loyal to the Republic.

So ardent was her devotion to the impasse of this bill that Padmé had declined her families’ invitation to spend the holidays on Naboo. Her parents were disappointed, though they supported their daughter’s decision and dedication to the Senate, and Sola and her children had promised to call later in the day and open her gifts to them.

As she stood alone in her apartment Padmé almost wished she had forgone the debate preparation in exchange of seeing her loved ones. Of course, who she really wanted to see was her husband. 

Unfortunately, the Jedi council had other ideas and had sent Ani and Obi-Wan on a reconnaissance mission to Dellalt a whole month ago. The degrading Holonet transmissions in Separatist territories made it so Padmé hadn’t been able to speak to Anakin since he’d left, and the ache in her heart was growing bigger every day.

The only reason she knew he was still alive was because her connections in the Jedi Temple hadn’t alerted her to such a horrifying occurrence. Besides, Anakin was more than competent enough to deal with whatever the Dellalt mission entailed, and he was accompanied by Obi-Wan too.

Padmé had complete faith in her husband’s eventual return and the fact that he would come back in one piece. Her main concern was the question of when. Would it be another month or week until she saw him again? It would alleviate matters if she could talk to Ani, but this prolonged silence was all she could look forward to in the near future. 

Breathing deeply to gather her unravelling emotions, Padmé walked to her seat and sat down, clicking on her datapad to review her opening speech. There was no use in wallowing in her sorrow; she’d run through her notes one last time before going to bed. In the morning, she’d schedule a meeting with—

The slight swish of an automatic door caused her to look up. A figure she recognized all too well entered the room dressed in worn battle gear with a lightsaber swinging from his hip. He barely had time to flash his trademark smirk when Padmé launched herself into his arms.

“Ani!” She yelled as he swung her around once before setting her on the ground, his hands keeping their place on her waist. She embraced him tightly, never to let go even for a second. “I didn’t know when you’d be back. I hadn’t heard from you in so long! I thought maybe–” 

She stopped, not wanting to ramble and taint this moment with her darker thoughts. Instead, Padmé kissed him. Oh, how she kissed him, like Anakin, the light of her life, the person she adored most in the galaxy, had been torn from her for decades and not just a single month.

She tightened her grip around him and felt him do the same. Anakin broke away first, his hand came up to cup her face. His forehead creased in worry as he dragged a thumb across her cheek to wipe away the tears staining her skin. “Padmé. . . what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. I’m just so happy to see you.” It was the truth. All of her other anxieties melted into puddles at her feet when her one and only Ani looked at her like he was now. His eyes were shining and filled with all the love and warmth that he could offer which was enough to last several lifetimes. Padmé reached up and pushed a stray curl of his out of the way. 

He caught her hand and pressed a kiss on it and said, “Not as happy as I am to see you.” She laughed at his remark, a rush of giddiness running through her body at the familiar contact as if she was a love-sick teenager. She knew it was silly to think that. After all Anakin was her husband, it was natural he should inspire such feelings in her. 

Anakin, meanwhile, was overcome with a similar rush of dizziness from being able to kiss and hug his wife. It might have also been a symptom from the nasty blow he’d taken to the back of his head hours prior, but that was besides the point.

All he could focus on at this minute was Padmé and having her in his arms. She hadn’t changed a day, which made sense because they had been separated for one month, but it felt longer. As each day passed on dreary Dellalt, a bit of his patience withered away till all he wanted to do was storm the fortress that he and Obi-Wan had been sent to observe.

His master noticed and made his customary comments on patience and the importance of paying attention to the mission. Anakin didn’t care. He couldn’t care about lying in wait for enemies to reveal their secrets. Not when Padmé was on Coruscant. He bent down to kiss her, slower this time to truly savor the taste of her on his lips. 

Asteroids could come crashing through the planetary shields, razing Coruscant and destroying the lives of the trillions of beings living here and Anakin wouldn’t have moved an inch.

Wherever Padmé was was where he belonged and nothing could force him to leave his wife’s embrace. Not even the Jedi council. And if his life started and ended at this exact moment, he would consider that a life well lived, and eternity would be too short a time to spend with her. 

Just as these thoughts were building up inside, making him delve further and further into his wife, she pulled back. Concern laced her voice as she asked, “How did the mission go? Is Obi-Wan okay? How did you get away from the temple? Won’t you be missed?”

It was Anakin’s turn to laugh. “The mission went fine. . . it got a bit hairy towards the end, but nothing a little quick thinking and a lightsaber couldn’t fix. Obi-Wan’s doing good. Though, he did get kinda perturbed when our cover was blown. That wasn’t my fault, y’know. That gotal was lookin’ at us funny and we had to stop sneakin’ around anyway. As for getting away from the temple. . . Well, technically I should be at the medical bay getting a post-mission check up. Don’t worry, I’ll do that later. I wanted to see you. I didn’t wanna miss our first Life Day together.”

“No, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Padmé stepped back, drawing him with her. “I didn’t think you’d make it for Life Day. I’m glad you’re here. If you weren’t I–” She trailed off, collapsing onto the sofa with him in tow. Nestling her head against his chest, solid and comforting, she breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. 

Through the force, Anakin sensed the dwindling fears and the growing happiness in her soul as it stretched out and reunited with his own to twist and twine together so as never to be apart again no matter the physical distance that separated them.

He basked in the feeling, promising to himself that after the war was over they wouldn't have to say goodbye for such long stretches of time. How long that might take, he didn’t know. But for now, Anakin had the day off and he resolved to make the most of it with Padmé.

[sammys-magical-au]

@anidalaweeks Yuletide 2025 shortfic; day 13 - the night before

Warnings: implied childhood trauma, implied grooming

- Anakin, Padmé, and the twins snuggle up together as a family, and the rest of the galaxy ceases to exist.

Comfy Cozy Are We

The night before Life Day was truly an awful time to be Supreme Chancellor.

Perhaps her predecessor hadn’t thought of it that way, but Padmé had a family to get home to. She could only wonder what Sideous did in his free time - not that she wanted to know, and thinking about it admittedly made her blood boil. What did he sit around and plot for when he wasn’t giving speeches to the Senate or sitting through meetings? What schemes to manipulate the war did he dream up? What lies did he spin to feed into Anakin’s young mind?

Padmé shook herself. It wouldn’t do to think like this on her way home, she couldn’t greet her husband and children with a scowl.

Her work as Chancellor was rewarding, of course it was, it was satisfying as all hell to tear down and destroy all the systems Sideous had put in place and in turn make the galaxy safer - and kinder - for everyone.

That was all Padmé had ever dreamed of when she’d first started this journey, when she was eight years old - not much older than Luke and Leia were now - and decided she wanted to be queen of Naboo.

Would she change her mind, knowing what she knew now?

Well, she likely wouldn’t have the family she had today if she did.

The bitter cold Coruscant wind, carrying drifting snow, whipped around Padmé and stubbornly clung to her bones as she arrived at her apartment, making her long for Varykino. What was once just a summer lakehouse had now been transformed into Padmé and Anakin’s year-round home, and right now it was probably wonderfully sunny and warm, maybe even warm enough to force her into the water for an evening swim to cool off. At the moment, however, the thought of dipping her feet in the water just made her shiver even more.

That changed the moment she stepped inside, closing out the blizzard over the city and instead being enveloped by the sound of her children’s laughter, mixed with the fainter rumble of her husband chuckling.

Padmé was smiling before she’d even realized it, her frustrations and homesickness forgotten in an instant.

She rounded the corner to her and Anakin’s bedroom just in time to see Anakin lift up Luke’s shirt to blow a raspberry on his belly.

Luke squealed, shoving at Anakin’s head with his little hands.

“Daddy, stop!” He exclaimed through giggles as Leia promptly clambered on top of Anakin’s shoulders to try and pull him off her brother.

“Daddy’s not here!” Anakin growled in a playful voice, “I’m a monster! And I’m hungry!”

He reached behind his back to grab Leia as he said it, gently dragging her back down onto the bed so he could tickle both twins mercilessly.

The room was filled with squealing and giggling again immediately, and Padmé laughed quietly to herself.

“Having fun?” She asked, and Anakin relented for a moment to look up at her with a grin.

“Mommy!” Leia giggled before he could answer, “protect us!!”

Padmé felt an involuntary smirk curl the corner of her lips.

“Who’s ‘Mommy’?” She teased, before swiftly crossing the room to scoop Leia into her arms, tickling her the same way Anakin just had been.

Leia let out a shrill shriek before giggling even harder than before.

“Oh no, two monsters!!” Luke cried in mock-terror, then squealed again as Anakin blew another raspberry on his stomach.

Padmé laughed as she let herself fall onto the bed with Leia still in her arms, closing her eyes and listening to Luke and Leia’s residual giggling as their parents finally let up.

“Mommy, your hands are cold.” Leia murmured after a moment.

Padmé had honestly forgotten about that.

She opened one eye as she felt Anakin’s warm hand come to rest on her arm, the glimmer of joy in his eyes immediately replaced with concern.

“Oh, Padmé, you are cold!” He said worriedly.

“I’m alright,” Padmé replied, “you know how cold Coruscant winters are-”

Anakin didn’t let her finish.

“Let’s warm up Mommy, you two!” He said to the twins, who both immediately snuggled closer to Padmé. Anakin, meanwhile, grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed - the one she had bought them as a wedding gift the first year they were married - and draped it over the four of them, wrapping his arms around her, Luke, and Leia.

Padmé wanted to protest again that she was fine, and this wasn’t necessary, but she couldn’t help the way she instantly relaxed, letting out a contented hum as the warmth from the embrace and the thick blanket soaked into her, warmer than the sun’s rays.

The cold had left her body in no time, but Padmé made no effort to move, nor would she for as long as she possibly could.

Tomorrow was Life Day, and she would spend it far away from the problems of the galaxy. It had taken her a long time to fully be able to believe she deserved to take this kind of break.

For right now, however, while still allowing herself to put her duties aside for a moment, Padmé was going to happily remain cozy and sleepy with everything she could possibly need in the entire universe right here with her.