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[wonderlandleighleigh]

(In a world...where Palpetine forgets to give Anakin those terrible dreams about Padme’s death...)

He frowns when he’s told the news. 

“But...Chancellor,” Anakin says, trying to be respectful. “I don’t really want to be on the Council. Nor am I particularly ready to be. I’ve only been a knight for a few years, after all, and-” 

“Nonsense,” the Chancellor waves him off. “You’re very talented, Anakin, and very wise. You deserve to be on the Council just as much as any of the other Jedi there.” 

Anakin huffs softly to himself. Not only are Council meeting dull (and snackless. Why is he expected to sit for so long without snacks???), but he’s not even a Jedi Master yet. And on top of that, Padme is heavily pregnant. She needs him, and he wants to be there for her. 

“Perhaps someone else,” Anakin suggest. “Maybe Aayla?” 

“Anakin,” the Chancellor says firmly. “It is your right to be on that Council.” 

It’s not. 

Anakin sighs to himself. No getting out of this, clearly. 

***** 

At his first meeting, he takes a seat, and looks around at the clearly unhappy faces of the Masters on the Council. Obi-Wan, at least, looks sympathetic. He knows Anakin doesn’t really want to be there. 

 Oddly, Mace picks up on that first. 

“You’re not happy about this, are you?” he asks. 

“Not really,” Anakin admits, grinning sheepishly. “But what the Chancellor says, goes, I suppose. So I’m just going to sit here quietly and not interfere.” 

“You’ve never sat anywhere quietly and not interfered a day in your life,” Mace points out. 

“Right, Master Windu is,” Yoda nods “A man of action, you are.” 

“Well,” Anakin says awkwardly. “Maybe I can...take action for the Council in a different way.” 

“Such as?” Ki-Adi-Mundi asks. 

Anakin thinks for a moment. “I...can...I can bring snacks! For everybody! We can have snacks at Council meetings!” 

Obi-Wan shakes his head fondly. “Oh, Anakin.” 

“Look, I am aware that I’m not Council material,” Anakin keeps going. “But it doesn’t seem like there’s any way to get out of this. So the least I can do is make myself useful.” 

“I for one would love a snack,” Plo Koon says with a smile in his eyes. “Perhaps some popcorn?” 

“And root chips,” Kit Fisto adds. 

Luminara groans. “Root chips give me heart burn.” 

Obi-Wan strokes his beard. “We could stop at Dex’s before the next meeting...pick up some hubba chips...” 

“Oh, Hubba chips,” Mace says. 

“What about a fruit platter?” Shaak Ti asks. “That’d be nice.” 

“Nice, a fruit platter would be,” Yoda agrees, before sighing. “Yes. In charge of snacks, young Skywalker will be. Learn from the Council he will, on matters of import and how to conduct oneself in Council meetings.” He eyes Anakin. “Munch too loudly, he will not.” 

Anakin grins sheepishly. “Yes, Master Yoda.” 

The old Jedi nods. “Hm.” 

[your-very-rude-neighborhood-ace]

hogwarts goes through dada professors like palpatine goes through apprentices

[alright-anakin]

HEY DID U KNOW THERES A SITH SHRINE RIGHT UNDER THE JEDI TEMPLE AND THATS HOW PALPATINE WAS ABLE TO CONCEAL HIS PRESENCE FROM THE JEDI??? BC I JUST LEARNED THAT 5 SECONDS AGO AND NOW IM GONNA TELL EVERYONE

Holy shit yeah I heard that!!! Its fucking wild friend. I cry about it!!

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Palpatine loses the election to Bail Organa? Or any other competent adult?

Mace Windu stares in shock as the senate building burns to the ground.

“Did...Senator Palpatine just...” 

“Burn down the entire senate building using Sith powers because he didn’t win the emergency election?” Obi-Wan finishes. 

“Yes. That.” 

“It would appear so, Master Windu.” 

“Kriff.” 

[wonderlandleighleigh]

She can’t unsee it.

She had gone to the Chancellor’s office to talk about a bill she was trying to push through the senate, and when she’s walked in, he’d been...

He’d been different. 

Skin paler. Eyes a strange, unsettling amber color. 

She’d stepped out before he’d seen her and made a beeline for Bail’s office. 

“That sounds like what the Jedi say a Sith Lord looks like,” Bail says, looking just as unsettled as Padme feels. 

“I was afraid you would say that,” Padme mutters, crossing her arms. “If he finds out I saw him, and he is a Sith Lord-” 

“He’ll have you killed,” Bail nods. “No wonder this war has gone on so long. With a Sith Lord at the helm...” 

“He’d want us to lose,” Padme says. “What do we do, Bail?” 

“We bide our time,” he says. “We act as though we saw nothing. We tell no one.” 

Padme bites her lip. 

“You can’t tell Skywalker.” 

“Skywalker? What-” 

“Don’t play dumb, you’re not as stealthy as you think you are,” Bail cuts her off. “But you can’t tell him. Or Kenobi. We keep this under our hats. We wait for the right moment.” 

“And what if one never comes?” Padme asks. “He’s been hiding this long...decades, and no one noticed. Not even Master Yoda noticed.” 

“We have no proof,” Bail reminds her. “You saw it, but if you come right out and say it...The Chancellor is too powerful. He’ll make you disappear, and the senate cannot afford to lose you. So we wait.” 

“And we undermine,” Padme nods. “Quietly. subtly.” 

“We play his game,” Bail agrees. “If we can politically back him into a corner...if we work under the assumption that he’s throwing the war and aiding the Separatists...” 

“We can fight him,” Padme finishes. She takes a deep breath. “Alright. We say nothing. Until it’s time.” 

Bail nods. “Until it’s time.” 

[wonderlandleighleigh]

(A follow up to this)

“You are under arrest, my lord."

Anakin Skywalker watches Mace hold the Chancellor at saber-point.

"You see, Anakin?" The old man says breathlessly. "I told you it would come to this. The Jedi are taking over!"

"The oppression of the Sith will never return," Mace says forcefully.

And just as Palpetine's face crumples in rage...as he lifts his fingers and opens his mouth to shriek, something...

Strange...

Happens.

Anakin is shoved aside by an enormously tall man in a black, seemingly mechanical suit. His equally black helmet shines dully in the office's lamps, reflecting the lights of coruscant from the broken window.

The man pulls a lightsaber out, its red hue making Anakin squint.

He lifts a hand, obviously using the Force to push Windu across the room before quickly plunging the lightsaber into the Chancellor's chest, making the old man scream.

He removes it when the screaming stops, and then, with a swift, almost graceful swing, slices the old man's head off. It flies out the window, and down...down...down...through traffic to the lower levels far below.

The man stares at the decapitated body for a long moment before turning to Anakin, his breathing through the mask mechanical and heavy as he begins to fade out of existence.

"Go talk to your wife."

Anakin stares, eyes wide in shock, as the man in black vanishes completely, as if he were never there at all.

Windu struggles to his feet, wild confusion and anger etched over his face. "Wife?!" He snaps.

Anakin grimaces. "Karke."

[wonderlandleighleigh]

YAY PROMPTS :DDD Can you do one with Ahsoka and the 501st? Maybe her comforting all of them after Umbara, or them hearing her sing, or protecting her against a bully or someone at the bar, honestly the list goes on and on XD

What’s left of the 501st waits outside of the Chancellor’s office, as Anakin Skywalker’s voice booms from inside. Ahsoka feels his panic and outrage. She feels those same emotions coursing through herself as well, but she does her best to control them.

How...how could this have happened? How could they not have known?

“HOW DID NO ONE NOTICE AN ASPIRING SITH LORD IN OUR RANKS?!” Anakin hollers. 

“Please, Anakin, you must calm down.” 

“Senator Amidala is right. I understand, dear boy, that this is an upsetting situation, but-” 

“An upsetting situation?! Do you know how many of my men were killed for no reason out there?!” 

Ahsoka glances around at their men; at their tired, grim faces. She sends them all a wave of comfort through the Force, and while some relax a little, others tense up.

She stops. 

“I’m so sorry this happened,” she says gently, to all of them. “If I had been there...” 

“Then Krell woulda killed you first,” Rex cuts her off. “This wasn’t your fault. Or General Skywalker’s.” 

“They executed a Jedi General,” another voice from inside the office says. “There must be consequences.” 

“No,” Mace Windu says firmly. “No. They did what any Jedi would have done. Once a Jedi has turned to the Dark Side, there is no coming back from it. A swift death is the only course of action.” 

“If anyone tries to punish my men for this, I’ll lead the mutiny myself,” Anakin says. 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan scolds.

“Aside from that last remark, Anakin is right,” Senator Amidala says. “We - the Senate and the Jedi - need to be more cautious, even amongst our own ranks. We cannot let this happen again.” 

“No,” the Chancellor agrees slowly, in a way that makes Ahsoka tilt her head and narrow her eyes. “No we cannot.” 

“Something wrong, Commander?” Dogma asks. 

“No,” she tells them. ”No. I’m fine. They’re gonna be in there for a while. Let’s talk about how all of you are doing.” 

[wonderlandleighleigh]

It’s like a record scratch in his mind. 

Obi-Wan? And Padme? Talking intimately? Spending time together? Romantically?

That doesn’t make any sense at all. 

“But...Chancellor...That’s not true.” 

The Chancellor frowns. “I would not lie to you, Anakin.” 

“Neither would they.” 

“You don’t think Obi-Wan would lie to you if the Council asked him to?” 

Anakin thinks about that for a moment.

And another moment.

And a moment more. 

“No,” he says slowly. “No, Obi-Wan wouldn’t.” 

And Padme wouldn’t, Anakin doesn’t say. 

“You have to understand,” the Chancellor tells him, settling his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “That Obi-Wan cares much more about the Order and his place on the Council, than he does for you.” 

“That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard,” Anakin blurts out. He huffs out a sigh and shakes his head as his comm blips. “I have to go. Thank you for your time Chancellor.”