so these are a series of drabbles based of a tumblr rp I've been doing. Basically the premise is that Padmé and Obi Wan feel in love during the crisis on Naboo. Then Padmé dumps him because she thinks she'll hold him back. Later they meet again, fall in love and leave the jedi order/senate for a comfortable family life. There is more to the plot but that should be enough to understand the drabbles I'm going to post. Basically Anakin becomes the bad guy (sorry to all you Ani fans). So these drabbles were made to fill the holes in the rp. I hope you all enjoy this.

Anakin watched Padmé as she packed her clothes. Something had het on edge, and he was hoping it was him. After all she'd swooned a little when he'd called her beautiful earlier. Well not so much swooned as blown him off.

"I do not like this idea of hiding." Padmé entered the room, she'd just come from a meeting and was wearing a beautiful silver dress. Obi Wan was in the other room, he didn't realize it was his master who had caused her tension.

"Don't worry, now that the Council has ordered an investigation,

it won't take Master Obi-Wan long to find this bounty hunter." Anakin promised. Was she noticing his deep, reassuring voice? Did she feel better with him protecting her?

"I haven't worked for a year to defeat the Military Creation Act not to be here when its fate is decided!" Apparently not.

"Sometimes we have to let go of our pride and do what is requested

of us." Anakin echoed Obi Wan, hoping to impress her.

She looked annoyed, "Pride?! Annie, you're young, and you don't have a very firm grip on politics." She pushed her clothes a little more forcefully into the suitcase. "I suggest you reserve your opinions for some other time."

"Sorry my lady I was only trying to-"

"Annie no!" Padmé rolled her eyes, not interested in his excuses.

"Please don't call me that." He sighed.

"What?" She seemed thrown off.

"Annie."

"I've always called you that... it is your name, isn't it?"

"It's Anakin. When you say Annie it's like I'm still a little boy... and I'm not." He grumbled.

"I'm sorry, Anakin. It's impossible to deny you've..." She gave him a once-over "...that you've grown up."

"Master Obi-Wan manages not to see it..." He looked at his feet.

Padmé tensed at the sound of Obi-Wan's name. She smiled good-naturedly, "Mentors have a way of seeing more of our faults than we would like. It's the only way we grow."

Anakin huffed, everyone said that, he was so sick of it. "Don't get me wrong... Obi-Wan is a great mentor, as wise as Master Yoda and as powerful as Master Windu. I am truly thankful to be his apprentice. Only... although I'm a Padawan learner, in some ways... a lot of ways... I'm ahead of him. I'm ready for the trials. I know I am! He knows it too. But he feels I'm too unpredictable... Other Jedi my age have gone through the trials and made it... I know I started my training late... but he won't let me move on."

Something in his tone had added to Padmé's anxiety but he barely noticed.

"That must be frustrating." She said biting her bottom lip.

"It's worse... he's overly critical! He never listens! He just doesn't understand. It's not fair!"

Padmé jumped at his tone. "Don't try and grow up too fast."

Anakin stepped closer to her, "But I am grown up...you said it yourself."

She pulled away from him, back stiffening, "Don't look at me like that."

"Why not?" He smiled, so he did have her...

"It makes me uncomfortable." She closed the suit case and left the room.

Anakin smiled to himself, it was obvious she had similar feelings for him, that much was easy to sense. It was simply a matter of getting het to realize it.