jekadoodles:

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gffa:

Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith | by Matthew Stover

        She felt a stirring below her ribs. Away from us, she amended, and there was so much love and fear and joy and loss all swirling and clashing within her that she dared not speak. She only stared blindly out across the smog-shrouded cityscape as Obi-Wan came close to her shoulder.
        “Padme,” he said softly. Gently. Almost regretfully. “I will not tell the Council of this. Any of it. I’m very sorry to burden you with this, and I hope I haven’t upset you too much. We have all been friends for so long… and I hope we always will be.”
        “Thank you, Obi-Wan,” she said faintly. She couldn’t look at him. From the corner of her eye she saw him incline his head respectfully and turn to go.
        For a moment she said nothing, but as his footsteps receded she said, “Obi-Wan?”
        She heard him stop.
        “You love him, too, don’t you?”
        When he didn’t answer, she turned to look. He stood motionless, frowning, in the middle of the expanse of buff carpeting.
        “You do. You love him.”
        He lowered his head. He looked very alone.
        “Please do what you can to help him,” he said, and left.

jekadoodles:

🌿🌼 My life with you will shine brighter than gold,
Memories of heaven for when I get old 🌼🌿

I finally finished this piece, and I’m so happy with how it turned out! I love these three so much and I just want them be happy and go on romantic dates in idyllic flower fields together all the time because they deserve it

jekadoodles:

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theresmagicinthat:

Sometimes a family is two (2) Space Wizard Monks, their secret politician wife, and the teenage girl they all adopted

eggpreg:

im so….emo…

watson-sighs-and-tuts:

“How could she do this to him? How could he? In the Force, the whole apartment stank of Obi-Wan.
His finger traced the curving back of Padmé’s couch. Here. Obi-Wan sit here.

Perhaps it’s simply a question of whether you love Obi-Wan Kenobi more than you love your wife.“