Prompt from Arianna Silvia: A new idea if you like: perhaps a oneshot where nobody died and Palpatine lost. Anakin is happy with Padme and the twins and Obi-Wan has a new Padawan (Luke or somebody different). Perhaps Ahsoka is still in the Order and has an own student.
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And this post here post/158708473888/okay-but-i-just-feel-like-this-just-screams-of
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"Okay…" Obi-Wan fiddled with the camera, frowning at confusion at the device (they never used to be that complicated), "… I think I have it now."
Anakin couldn't help but glance over at Qi'ra, an Imroosian ten-year-old who was Ashoka's new padawan… she looked just as exasperated as he did with his old Master's fumbling.
"Come on Obi-Wan…" he eventually sighed, a soft smile on his face, "… I don't think Leia's going to tolerate this for much longer."
Now he loved both of his twins. Luke looked a lot like him, but with Padme's soft nature…. Leia however, whilst looking like her gentle mother, managed to inherit the Skywalker attitude.
Right now, she was starting to get fussy, tugging at her Father's tunic and glaring up at him, whining in an attempt to force him to put her down.
"Please don't look at me like that…" he whispered to her, glancing over at his wife and son, who were giggling to one another, Padme occasionally pointing at Obi-Wan as Luke beamed at him, "… It's just one picture, okay? One picture."
She didn't look impressed.
"Alright!" Ashoka finally announced, having taken over from Obi-Wan, "On the count of three, everyone smile!"
"Come on Luke…" Padme cooed, "… look at the camera!"
There was no point in asking Leia to do the same.
"Three… Two… One! Smile!"
****Later*****
"I can't believe both you and Leia aren't looking at the camera!" Padme scolded, as their twins played on the mat, "It was meant to be a lovely photo."
"It still is a lovely photo…. Even when Leia's glaring at me, she's beautiful!"
"Anakin!"
….
"Put them to bed Anakin…"
The twins had been screaming for a couple of hours now, and Padme's face was buried into a sofa cushion, her voice barely being heard over the sound of their displeasure.
"… Please Anakin… Please just- "she waved her hand, in a silent plea for him to take care of them.
With Anakin at the Senate all day, dealing with the chaos left behind after Senator Palpatine was revealed to be a Sith Lord (killed by Anakin himself after the man failed to manipulate him into doing his building), she was left with the twins… and she was exhausted.
But the twins were screaming, and Anakin was panicking.
"Ummm… darling? Sweetie? Padme?"
The gentle snoring indicated that she was already fast asleep. Silently, he glanced at the two screaming children… and felt like crying himself. Slowly, he headed over to the communicator, desperately hoping that Obi-Wan was still awake.
He chose not to take on another padawan, so it was unlikely that he had to stay at the Temple to look after a young child.
Dialling in the familiar code, Anakin was seconds away from begging Obi-Wan to answer. When the older man did pick up, Anakin could have cried in relief.
"Anakin, what- "
"- You need to come over. Now!"
"What's wrong? Why are the twins- "
"- just hurry!"
"I'll be there soon."
With a click, the call was ended, and Anakin could only wait.
******Less than half an hour later*********
"Anakin! Anakin!"
Obi-Wan practically crashed through the door, eyes wide in alarm and lightsaber already in his hand, only to frown when there was no sign of an attack anywhere.
Instead, all he saw was Anakin seated on the floor, exhaustion evident on his face as he clutched at the screaming twins.
It was clear why he'd been called.
"Really Anakin?" he chuckled fondly, sheathing his lightsaber when it was clear that there was no threat (which was a possibility after all the chaos), "You can't deal with a couple of babies? He who has defeated the Sith Lord, Darth Sidious?"
"They're teaming up against me!"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, bending down and taking Luke into his arms, rocking him from side to side. "I knew I didn't send you to work in the creche often enough."
…..
"Padme! Have you seen my lightsaber?!"
"No! Where did you last see it?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't ask…." Anakin groaned under his breath, not quite suicidal enough to shout that back to his wife, "…. Obi-Wan is going to kill me."
Wandering into the living room, Anakin opened his mouth to ask his twins whether or not they'd seen it…. Only to stop in his tracks and go pale as his breath left his body in one fell-swoop.
Leia was closely examining the device, eyes narrowed in concentration as Luke peered into the hole where the blade would come out of.
With any other children, he might not have panicked so much…. But his children were Force Sensitive, and one wrong move would send a blue blade straight through his son's face.
"Leia…" he kept his voice soft, trying not to startle her as he felt to his knees and shuffled forwards, "… Leia, give me that please."
Leia, in her usual stubborn manner (curse his genetics sometimes!), ignored him and continued to examine the weapon.
"Leia… darling…. Sweetie…. Light of my life, please!"
"Anakin? What's- "Padme also stopped in her tracks at what she saw, washing falling to the ground and her hand flying to her heart in shock, "Get it away from her…. Now Anakin!"
"I'm trying!"
When he reached out to try and take it, his five-year-old daughter scowled at him and shuffled away, causing him to groan in despair.
Five years of peace, and his children are killed by playing with a lightsaber.
"Leia and Luke Skywalker!" Padme suddenly snapped, her voice tense and short as her two children flinched, with Leia dropping the lightsaber to the ground, "You know not to play with your Dad's lightsaber!"
As Anakin quickly summoned the lightsaber to his side, the twins each began to protest, both of them blaming the other for messing about with the deadly weapon.
Obi-Wan could never know about this.
…..
"Keep your left arm up Luke!"
Obi-Wan smiled proudly as eighteen-year-old Luke instantly corrected his position, concentration evident in his face as he deflected several laser blasts away from him swiftly, moving into the next kata as the laser blasts were deflected straight back at the bots.
"Excellent work Luke!" Obi-Wan clapped his hands, spinning around when he heard someone else clapping behind him. A fond smile appeared on his face when he spotted Padme.
"I'm sorry Obi-Wan…" she apologised, "…. But I was just wondering if I could borrow Luke for the rest of the day?"
"Of course, of course…. How is Leia by the way? Enjoying her studies?"
Padme chuckled, "Politics is definitely for her… several teachers have already complained of her argumentative nature."
"Did you explain she gets it from her Father?"
"I tried, I tried." Pulling Luke into a hug (ignoring the slight sheen of sweat on his skin), Padme ran her fingers through his hair, trying to neaten it up, "Now…." She looked her son in the eye, "… this is the last year I'll be able to get a nice picture of my children. And I mean a nice one, am I understood?"
"Yes Mama."
"Good boy."
Well, Obi-Wan wasn't going to miss this for the world.
*********Later**********
"Luke…. Knock it off!"
As Obi-Wan chuckled behind her, Padme resisted the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation, especially as Threepio started to scold her Padawan son.
One photo…. She just wanted one nice photo.
"Luke!" She gave him a warning glare, "Enough. Now, one last go at this, okay?"
Leia, who was dressed in a simple white dress, nodded in thanks to her Mother as Luke straightened up behind her.
For a second, it all looked like it was going to be perfect…. Until Luke's hand darted up and messed up Leia's hair just as the holo-camera flashed.
Within seconds, the padawan was on the floor, trying to fight his sister off as she swore and tried to hit him, occasionally managing to yank at his padawan braid.
Obi-Wan was no help…. He was too busy chuckling.
Threepio was crying out about the violence.
"Fine…" Padme threw her hands into the air in exasperation, "… I give up! I give up!"
Whether they were babies, or adults, she was never going to get a nice picture of her children.
It was all Anakin's fault… those kriff-damned Skywalker genes!
