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shrenvents · 7 months

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My Bounty.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni

Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader

Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1.7k

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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.

His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.

Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”

I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.

Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.

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Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.

I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.

Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.

Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.

“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.

Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”

As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”

There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.

“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.

“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.

“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”

“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.

“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.

“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.

“Those looks you give me-”

“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.

After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.

“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.

“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.

He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.

His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.

“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.

He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.

Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."

"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.

The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.

His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.

Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.

We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.

His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.

Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.

His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.

One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my slit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.

His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.

Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.

"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."

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lovelybucky1 · 6 months

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House of Amateurs- Exclusive Interview with Zena Daren

as the #1 and possibly only anakin x zana stan, i asked @hanasnx if i could write a fic about them. i got full permission to write and post this and aboslutley 100% of the credit goes to indy for the original character(s), the universe, and for this super sexy version of anakin. i tried my hardest to keep the same characterization and i hope i am able to do it justice. please please please check out the krayt house masterlist if you haven't already. all of the fics are so amazing and well written. this fic seriously got away from me. it's 4.8k words of sexual tension and filthy smut. thank you so much indy for allowing me to write this, and i hope you enjoy <<333

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warnings: pornstar!anakin x OC!zena daren, dirty talk, minor roleplay, mentions of porn, vaginal fingering, minor nipple play, minor misogyny, semi-clothed sex, degradation, praise, mirror sex, smoking, minor corruption kink, mention of knife play, minor dry humping, unprotected sex, 18+ minors DNI

Anakin sits across from Zena with his thighs spread and his arms outstretched over the back of his chair, taking up as much room as possible. He's dressed up a bit nicer today than he usually is for these interviews. A loose-fitting grey t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black boots that lace up past his ankle.

Anakin doesn't enjoy doing interviews but it's part of the job, so he tries to have a little fun with it. It may be his own twisted kind of fun, but it entertains him nonetheless. It certainly doesn't hurt when the interviewer is kind on the eyes.

Zena's pretty; she has glasses and wears pencil skirts and blouses that have one too many buttons fastened. She doesn't look like Anakin's typical co-stars who all have filler and eyelash extensions to make their eyes look even prettier when they tear up from choking.

She doesn't act like his co-stars either. They're always all over him, wanting just a shred of attention from the most sought-after male star in the industry. Zena is all business; she's not seeking his praise and she doesn't want to use him as a jumping-off point for her career.

Zena is the kind of art you want to touch, but aren't allowed to. She makes you wonder what lies underneath that buttoned-up collar. She can't be as proper as she seems; everyone has a dirty secret, but as hard as Anakin tries, she won’t let him discover it.

Anakin doesn't like to admit it, but he isn't used to women who don't fall all over themselves to get to him. He likes their banter, it's not something he usually gets to experience. Maybe he's being a little difficult in these interviews, but it's fun to try to make her crack. She's doing the same thing to him, so it's only fair.

"We've talked a lot about your series so far, but I would like to get more insight into your personal life," Zena says, crossing her legs.

Anakin eyes her legs shamelessly, tracing the lines of her calves down to her kitten-heeled shoes. She sits upright, looking very proper compared to Anakin’s lazy posture. His eyes flick back up to hers, finally ready to stop ogling her.

"What about it?" he asks.

"What do you like to do for fun?" Instead of responding to her question, Anakin raises his eyebrows just slightly in a suggestive manner. Zena blinks at him, obviously not accepting what he’s trying to convey as an answer.

"I like to work out," Anakin responds.

Zena hums as she scribbles on her notepad. “That’s not surprising. You clearly put a lot of work into maintaining your physique."

Anakin has a smug expression on his face from the comment. He knows he looks good and he’s told so often, but Zena’s acknowledgment of it makes him preen with pride. It wasn’t even a compliment really, but

Moving on, Zena asks the next question. "Are you in a relationship?"

Anakin huffs a small laugh. "I don't date."

"Why not?"

"Why would I? I get paid for the best part of them already, and I don’t do that shit for free." Anakin takes notice of Zena's expression of mild disgust. "I hope I didn't crush your dreams," he adds, smirking.

"Not my dreams, though I can sense hearts breaking across the galaxy," she replies.

Anakin has never had an interviewer who can roll with the punches like Zena. It's impressive, though it does bug him that he can't get her to break. He supposes he just has to try harder to make her sweat.

"That's enough about my personal life," Anakin says, tone not leaving much room for argument. For a moment, surprise flashes over Zena's features as she flips through her notepad to get to the next question.

"Alright then," she says. "Why don't you describe for us your perfect scene? If everything was entirely up to you, what would you shoot?"

Anakin wets his lips as he looks at Zena. There's no way this question wasn't meant to bait him.

"That's a good question," he says, just to see if she'd have any reaction to the minor praise. Unfortunately, she's still as stone as she waits for his answer. "I have a good amount of pull around here, being the main star and all, but if I had complete control..." Anakin adjusts in his seat like he is searching for an answer as if he didn't already have one in mind meant to get a rise out of Zena. “I’d want to do it home video style. No camera crew, no lighting, no mics. Just a small camera on a tripod shot in her bedroom," he says.

"Why specifically her bedroom?" Zena asks, not reacting to any of his comments.

"It'd probably look nicer than mine, and I've always liked the look of a woman's room. It has lots of personal touches you can't get on a set, so it feels more authentic. And there's something about being invited into a sacred space that's appealing to me."

Anakin isn't being untruthful in his answers, but he is playing it up a bit. Zena nods along with what he's saying, but Anakin can tell there's another question brewing.

"And what kind of co-star would you be looking for?" she asks.

That's exactly what he wanted her to ask. Like innocent prey, she has no idea what she just set herself up for.

"Not an actress, that's for sure. No offense to the girls, they're all great, but it gets boring after a while. I don't want the exaggerated moans and begging. I just want a regular woman who's down to make a video."

"Careful, you're going to get people thinking they have a chance with you," Zena jokes. Anakin lips turn into a smile, honestly enjoying this interview more than he thought he would. "Would there be any specific content you'd like to include?"

Anakin presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he thinks, the action only half-meant as an innuendo. "I like a lot of things, but I'd want to keep it more tame in this. Crazy stuff is meant for the studio, but a home video lets you capture the passion that you don't get on set," Anakin explains. "We'd just fuck."

For the first time in any of their interviews, Zena looks affected by Anakin's words. It's not obvious and if Anakin didn't have a keen sense for horny women, he probably wouldn't have noticed it. Her legs are crossed a little tighter, her chest rises and falls quicker, and she has a punishing grip on her pen.

Before Zena has a chance to respond, Anakin speaks again. "But what about you?" he asks.

His question catches her off guard. "I'm sorry?"

"You've done a lot of interviews and I'm sure you've seen your fair share of films. What's your perfect scene?"

Anakin schools his expression into one of earnestness like he's genuinely curious about her answer. He is, to an extent, but he has an ulterior motive. He told Zena his acting skills were rusty in a previous interview, but perhaps that was downplaying his talent a bit.

"Well... that's not really my area of expertise," she says, surprising Anakin with her eloquent answer. Not that he was expecting her to babble incoherently, but he would have thought it’d take longer for her to recover.

"This is the house of amateurs after all," he says, leaning back slightly in his chair to make himself look even more imposing.

Zena narrows her eyes at him slightly. "That's all the questions I have today. Thank you for your time, Mr. Skywalker. As always, it was a pleasure speaking with you."

Zena's abrupt ending to the interview catches Anakin off guard, but just like her, he can adapt. He smiles at her and leans forward in his chair, extending his hand for her to shake.

"The pleasure was all mine, Miss Daren," he says, looking into her eyes. Surprisingly, the close proximity and eye contact don't make her shrink away.

The cameras cut and Zena slips her notepad and pen into her purse. Before she could stand up to leave, Anakin stood in front of her chair, blocking her path.

She raises an eyebrow at him inquisitively. "Yes?"

"I'd like to speak to you privately. Off the record," he says.

"Okay," Zena says. "Go ahead."

Anakin shakes his head and steps aside so she can stand up. "Not here." Zena doesn't appreciate the subtle power play he pulled by blocking her in, but she supposes he's used to that trick working. "Do you smoke?" he asks.

She nods and without another word, Anakin walks off towards the door to the patio. He holds the door open for her and once outside, he fishes in his pocket for a cigarette. Zena offers him the lighter out of her purse and he thanks her as she lights her own. They stand in silence for a bit while the smoke swirls around them. Zena waits for Anakin to speak but he doesn’t say anything.

"So what did you bring me out here to talk about off the record?" she asks.

Anakin leans against the wall of the building and looks over at her. His eyes shamelessly trail over her body, even more so than during the interview.

"I like you," he says.

"Thank you," she says, slightly confused.

Anakin sighs. "You're not gonna make me do this whole song and dance, are you?" he asks.

Zena takes a drag of her cigarette and the smoke flows easily out of her mouth. "I don't know what you're referring to," she responds.

She's playing coy, Anakin knows that, but coy isn't cracking and he desperately needs to see what's under her buttoned-up exterior. Anakin resolves himself, knowing he has to tell her directly what he wants. Anakin steps closer to her so she has to look up slightly to meet his eyes. She doesn't back away, much to his delight, but it's another show of her strong will.

"I want to fuck you," he says.

Zena blinks at him, not looking surprised at the admission in the slightest. "I don't do porn, Mr. Skywalker," she replies easily.

"I'm not asking you to."

"You said it yourself, you don't do that shit for free," she says before taking another puff of her cigarette.

"I'd make an exception."

Zena huffs a laugh. "I know you're used to women just throwing themselves at you so hopefully that's your reason for being so bad at this," she says. "No girl wants to hear that they're the exception, no matter what your scripts may tell you."

Anakin isn't deterred by her stubbornness. He smirks, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth slightly. "Women do throw themselves at me, but you’re making me work for it."

"Men like you always want what they can't have," she says.

Anakin doesn’t deny that. "We've been dancing around this for what, three weeks now? I know you want it just as much as I do."

Zena looks up at him, her eyes looking deeply into his as she smirks. "What a title this one would be. Anakin Skywalker Grovels for Busty Interviewer to Fuck Him."

"Those titles are always sensationalized," he says.

Zena takes a deep breath and crosses her arms over her chest. If the buttons of her blouse were undone, he'd surely be able to see cleavage but alas, she's too much of a good girl to show anything off.

"If I were to take you up on your rather pushy offer," she starts. "What's in it for me?"

"You've seen my videos," he says with a smirk.

"Like you said, all those actresses fake it."

That gets to Anakin. It's been a long time since someone doubted his performance in bed, but he's not exactly surprised that Zena went for the low blow. He doesn’t take the bait and attempt to prove himself. He knows he’s a good lay and she’s watched enough of his videos to know that too.

"I promise you I can deliver," he says, his voice dropping a little lower. "We can do whatever you want."

"Even knife play?" she asks. It isn't until he sees the faintest smile on her lips that he realizes she's joking.

“Whatever you want,” he repeats, leaning forward a little to crowd into her space. “Come upstairs with me.”

Of course, Zena knows what upstairs means. She’s only ever been in the living room of the house for interviews, but the bedrooms upstairs all have cameras in every corner to catch the best angles of the action.

“I don’t want to be on camera,” she says.

“My closet doesn't have a camera," Anakin replies.

"Your closet?" Zena repeats, unimpressed.

"Dick's the same everywhere," Anakin says with a slight shrug.

“Fine,” Zena sighs as she drops her cigarette on the ground and steps on it. Anakin does the same and opens the sliding glass door to reenter the house. Zena follows him as he walks up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom.

Zena is familiar with the house from the videos, but it looks a lot bigger from the inside. Anakin opens the door to his bedroom and Zena takes in the sight. His bed is unmade, but other than that, the room is neat, though it lacks in personality. Anakin opens the door to his closet, a large walk-in that doesn't have much in it other than clothes on the racks and a mirror on the back wall.

"Do you want me to lay down a blanket?" Anakin asks. It's a genuine offer, but his voice is teasing.

"I'll be fine," Zena replies with a roll of her eyes.

Anakin reaches out to grab her wrist and tugs her inside the closet. He shuts the door behind her and backs her against it, hands gently holding onto her hips.

"I've been thinking about having you like this for weeks," Anakin says. "Been dying to know what you're hiding."

"What I'm hiding?"

Anakin moves his hand up to her collar where he toys with her buttons. "You act like such a good girl but you can't be in this industry without having some dirty secrets."

He undoes her first button, and when he nods at him to keep going, he undoes all of them down to her navel. When Anakin pushes the fabric of the shirt to the side, he reveals Zena's lace bra. He raises his eyebrows at her, but she doesn’t give him any explanation.

Helping him out, Zena unbuttons her shirt the rest of the way and pushes it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Anakin takes in the sight of her breasts: full, round, and absolutely mouth-watering. He ducks his head and presses open-mouthed kisses to the top of her breasts.

"Don't leave any marks," she says.

Anakin's eyes, now blown wide with lust, flick up to hers as he grazes his teeth over her skin. He grabs the top of the cups in each hand and pulls them down, making Zena's breasts spill out of the bra. She gasps when he attaches his mouth to her nipple and sucks.

"Oh," she moans when he pinches her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

With a pop, Anakin releases. "Gorgeous fuckin' tits," he says.

"A compliment from the Anakin Skywalker? I'm honored," she teases with a smirk on her lips.

Anakin narrows his eyes at her. "Are you gonna be stubborn this whole time?" he asks.

Zena leans her head against the door, somehow feeling powerful even as she has her tits on display. "Yeah," she smirks.

Anakin reaches behind her body to unclip her bra and he lets it fall to the floor next to her shirt. He then moves to the zipper of her skirt but she stops him.

"Yours off too," she says, tugging at his shirt.

He obliges, revealing that impressive physique she commented about in the interview. His shirt is tossed away and Zena admires his defined muscles and pebbled nipples.

"Can I take off your skirt now, princess?" he asks. The pet name is used sarcastically, but Anakin can tell she liked being called that. Zena nods and Anakin pulls the zipper down and pushes her skirt to her ankles, leaving her in just a pair of delicate panties.

He raises his eyebrows, curious at her choice of undergarments. "Were you expecting this?" he asks smugly.

"Certainly not," she says. Anakin hums, not believing her, but doesn't comment.

"We're gonna play a game, Zena," Anakin says. Though he’s speaking to her, he looks down at her body instead of into her eyes.

"What game?"

Anakin licks his lips. "A choose your own adventure. You tell me your favorite video of mine and we'll recreate it."

Zena thinks it's honestly shocking that Anakin doesn't have devil horns that speak through his curls.

"I don't have a-" Zena starts, but Anakin cuts her off.

"Don't give me that. I know you've seen all of them. You can't tell me none of them got you even a little hot."

Zena is suddenly unable to make eye contact with Anakin. She wasn't intimidated by him during the interview. They were five feet apart, fully clothed, and every time he put her in the hot seat, she could turn it around on him. Here, though, they're inches apart, naked, and there was no way out.

"I liked... the panties one," she says quietly.

Anakin's face lights up, grinning widely with deviousness in his eyes. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Zena shrugs but still doesn’t meet his eyes. “Y’know, you’re breaking the house rules right now.”

Anakin slips his finger under the elastic of Zena’s panties and lets them snap against her skin. She looks up at him finally and bites her lip. “I didn’t know those rules applied to me, too.”

Anakin grasps Zena’s waist and brings her over to the back wall of the closet to stand in front of the mirror. Anakin stands behind her and presses himself against her back. He leans down to press his lips against her ear. “They do if you wanna be one of my girls,” he says.

His hot breath on her neck makes Zena’s skin break out in goosebumps. Anakin chuckles when he feels her shiver in response to his fingertips dragging over her stomach. His hand slips into her panties and he cups her pussy, his large hand covering it entirely. He slips to of his long fingers inside of her and curls them up to press against her sweet spot but he doesn’t move them. Instead, Anakin uses the fingers inside Zena as leverage to push her back against his hips.

“Can you feel my cock, baby?” he asks. “Feel how hard you got me?”

“Yeah,” she replies quietly, looking at her reflection.

“Been teasing me for weeks, acting like you didn’t want me to fuck you like the dirty girl you pretend not to be. Where’d all that fire go?”

Zena leans her head back on Anakin’s shoulder and looks up at him. Her eyes are half-lidded and her lipstick is a little worn off from biting and licking her lips. She looks messy, nothing like how Anakin is used to seeing her. He likes this look, a nice girl turned into an insatiable slut, needy for him.

The way she looks at him is enough to get him to take out his cock. Instead of getting fully undressed, Anakin just undoes his fly and pushes his pants down to his knees. He holds his cock and slaps it against her ass before grinding on her again.

“Anakin,” she whines.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Stop teasing.”

Anakin looks beyond smug. It’s not often he’s faced with someone whom he has to break, so it makes it all the more satisfying that Zena is giving in. “You know what you have to do if you want my dick, Zena,” he says into her ear.

Surprisingly, Zena doesn’t put up a fight this time. “Fuck me, Anakin,” she says.

The words sound so sweet on her lips that they almost make Anakin want to kiss her. As he pushes her panties aside, he wonders what it would be like to kiss her. Would she fight for dominance or would she give in and let him take what he wants? Would she moan into his mouth the same way she’s moaning at the stretch of his cock inside her?

“Do I feel good inside you, baby?” Anakin asks once he’s fully seated inside.

“So good,” she breathes out.

“Your pussy’s gripping me, honey. She needs me that bad?” He asks teasingly as if he didn’t desire her just as much. As if she hasn’t been driving him crazy.

He rocks his hips into her and with every thrust forward, Zena’s face twists with pleasure. Anakin is desperate to give her more, but she hasn’t earned it yet and he refuses to play all of his cards just for some instant gratification. Zena avoids looking at the mirror, her eyes darting everywhere except for directly in front of her, and that just won’t do.

“Look at yourself, baby,” Anakin says. “It’s like you’re watching your own video, right? Virgin Zena Daren Taken by Experienced Anakin Skywalker.”

“I’m not a virgin,” Zena replies with an eye roll, though her annoyed act is shattered by a small moan that escapes her mouth.

“Tight like one,” Anakin smirks. “Tightest I’ve had in fuckin’ forever. The other girls are all used up but you’re nice and fresh for me, right, baby?”

Anakin’s words send shivers up Zena’s spine, though she’s a bit ashamed of it. He’s degrading other women to praise her and she knows it’s wrong, but it makes her feel hot all over. Anakin’s large hands grip her hips, ass, and stomach possessively like she’s his toy to touch and use as he pleases. He presses on her lower stomach, just below her navel, and the pressure combined with the deep thrusts of his cock make her knees weak.

Looking into the mirror, Zena can see the intense look in his eyes. She’s seen it before in his videos, but she thought it was all acting. Maybe it is, but seeing it for herself makes it seem real and it’s intimidating.

“A-Anakin,” she stutters out between moans.

“Yeah, princess?”

“I need it harder.”

Something unrecognizable flashes in Anakin’s eyes. Before Zena can realize what’s happening, Anakin’s arms are wrapped around her middle and he thrusts up into her. Her body shakes with the force of it and she’s unable to do anything but moan as he takes her.

“This hard enough for you?” Anakin asks, now sounding more breathless from the exertion. “You wanna be mine? I’ll make you fucking mine.”

His voice is borderline a growl as he uses Zena’s body. She feels like the girls in the videos: useless, dumb little toys for Anakin to use. He’s rough and relentless with his claiming of her body and she loves it. She’s not usually one for this kind of treatment, but she had no idea how much she needed it until now.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how fuckin’ good it is,” he demands.

“So good,” she gasps.

It amuses Anakin that he was able to reduce her to so few words after she gave him a run for his money during the interviews. Zena opens her eyes and through her slightly foggy glasses, she can see the fucked-out expression on her face. She’s never seen herself this way before and as humiliating as it is, she’s getting closer to the edge of orgasm.

Zena slips her hand under her panties to rub at her clit. Surprisingly, Anakin doesn’t bat her hand away and take over for her. He encourages her to touch herself so she can cum on his cock.

“Touch yourself for me, princess. You play with your little clit like this when you watch my videos? Doing all that research must tire your hands out, huh?”

Anakin runs his mouth like he’s getting paid to do it, though that is what he’s used to. His breathing is ragged in Zena’s ear but she can’t hear it over the sound of her own. They’re both close; Zena is desperately chasing her high with the firm press of her fingers on her clit while Anakin is trying to hold off so she can finish first.

“I’m cumming!” Zena announces with a high-pitched, broken voice. Anakin can feel her walls clenching around his cock, trying to milk him. Just as he’s about to cum, a wave of panic hits him. He doesn’t know if Zena’s on any kind of birth control. Pulling out isn’t something Anakin has to think about, but he manages to just in time.

He groans as he jerks himself off to completion over her ass. Hot, sticky ropes of cum land on her skin while she’s still riding out her pleasure on her fingers. Cumming from fucking his fist doesn’t satisfy Anakin as much as unloading into her would, but something is better than nothing.

Anakin’s head lolls back as he catches his breath and Zena goes limp against his chest. Luckily he still has enough strength to hold them both up. Zena wipes her hand off on her thigh, then adjusts her hair and straightens her glasses, trying to make herself look a bit more proper and put together. When they both regain their composure, they separate and without even looking at Anakin, Zena grabs her clothes from the floor and begins to redress.

“Hey,” Anakin says, stopping her by grabbing her wrist. “What’s the rush?” Zena makes a face at him and shakes his hand off. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna treat me like your dirty little secret now,” he says playfully.

Zena sighs as she steps into her skirt and pulls it back up, then reaches for her discarded bra. While she redresses, Anakin pulls up his pants and fastens them, but remains shirtless. “You don’t strike me as the cuddling type,” she says.

Anakin huffs a laugh. “And here I thought I fucked the brat out of you.”

He doesn’t bother hiding how he watches her stuff herself back inside her bra. Zena then slips her arms into her blouse and starts to button it, but Anakin stops her before she can get to the top. She cocks her head to the side and looks at him questioningly.

“If you ever want a job, I can pull a few strings. You’d add a sense of authenticity to the series,” he says.

Zena scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. “And we’re right back to business, huh?”

“I’m just saying,” Anakin steps into her space and puts his hands on her hips. “I don’t fuck for free, and I know that greedy cunt’s gonna be needing more of me.” He’s smirking proudly like the arrogant diva he is.

“I know this must be hard for you to believe, but I’ll be just fine without your dick,” she retorts, mirroring his smug expression.

“Sweetheart,” he grins. “I got you hooked. You can deny yourself all you want but you’re gonna be dreaming about me.”

Zena pushes Anakin’s hands off her and collects the rest of her belongings from the floor before straightening up to face Anakin head-on. She looks perfectly proper again, save for the two buttons not fastened at the top of her shirt. It gets under Anakin’s skin a bit that he wasn’t able to wreck her beyond repair.

“I’ll see you next week, Mr. Skywalker,” Zena says using her professional voice as she extends her hand for him to shake.

Anakin bites the inside of his cheek and smirks slightly as he grasps her hand. “Yes, you will, Miss Daren.”

Zena turns on her heel once Anakin lets go and exits the closet without looking back. Anakin doesn’t see the wink she gives the camera mounted by the ceiling as she leaves the bedroom. When he hears the front door close, he sighs heavily. Yeah, he fucked her, but he wanted to break her open and catch a glimpse at all the things she’s buried deep inside her so no one could find them. Everyone else lays themselves bare for Anakin, but Zena is the only person he’d had to work on in years.

He’ll see her again in a week, and he already knows he’s going to turn the teasing up to hopefully convince her to fuck him again. He talked a big game about Zena wanting more, but it might be Anakin who’s addicted. Not to the sex, per se, but the chase of a woman who’s won’t give herself up to him.

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absurduty · 2 months

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Hi lovelies, if anyone is interested in a fanfiction about Anakin Skywalker falling in love with a Jedi from Earth then I’d ask u to read mine! ♡︎ wattpad: Valyriandistrict02

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fuckmyskywalker · 4 months

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Small wip before continuing fics <3. This my oc Lyzzeth/Lisseth, my cutiepie.

They are in love, and I don’t care.

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hanasnx · 2 years

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❝𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

anakin skywalker x fem!oc

2nd person pov version: link

summary: seeing her cozied up with general skywalker caused the clones to talk about what they’d do to her if she were theirs. anakin stands by and listens, smug that he’s allowed to do anything he wants to her, and his battalion can only fantasize about it.

MINORS DNI 18+

character(s): tcw!anakin skywalker, anatares (oc)

pov: 3rd person

word count: 4k

notes:

there are two versions of this fic! one in 2nd pov and this one in 3rd. i wrote both cos i know ppl have preferences

i do not condone the behavior shown by the characters i wrote, this is purely a fictional writing about something that is morally wrong in irl but hot for my own self indulgent purposes, do not allow real ppl to treat you this way without ur consent lmao. also i had to make up clone names bcos i didn’t want to use any existing clone names and risk mischaracterization

specifically written for the clone wars' characterization of anakin.

warnings: please read

dead dove do not eat, established fwb relationship, lowkey clone slander, clones speaking about a woman sexually that theyre not involved with sexually, lowkey unedited, anakin skywalker having a filthy mouth with his clones, dirty foul mouthed vile delicious “locker room talk” towards love interest, clones bet whether or not general skywalker bangs love interest, ooc anakin, ooc clones, speaking explicitly and sexually about someone behind their back, also explicit content if that wasn’t already clear

“I’ve got something for you,”

Anatares had come here to exercise, but all she had done so far was play on her holo-tablet to find the right music for the occasion for ten minutes. She looked up at the sound of the voice, straightening her back when she realized who it was.

“General Skywalker,” she addressed him properly, since they were in public. From his attire, she guessed he was fitting this visit in between meetings. With a wave of his hand and a soft smile, he dismissed the title.

“Look,” His hand came out from behind his back, a long, wide blade revealed. “Don’t have much time, but this,” he lifted it into to eyeline, twirling it by its hilt in his grip, the overhead lights glinting off of it. “is a vibroblade.” He met her gaze, brow raised, proud of himself for acquiring it.

“It’s for me?” she asked, setting her tablet aside to stand, approaching him. He hummed in confirmation. For safety, he downturned the blade, handing it to her by the hilt. It was a fine sword, but she was confused, knitting her eyebrows together as she tested the weight of it in her hand. She glanced between him and the weapon questioningly. “Thanks, but I don’t usually… use stuff like this. Knives are more my speed this feels very…” she raised the sword, in a way she thought a pirate would, “‘swashbuckle-y.’” she dropped her arm. Anakin scoffed.

“You’ve been here a while, and we’ve run into plenty of siths by now. Figured it was high time to get you something to defend yourself with in close quarters.” He pointed a finger onto the weapon as he explained, “Watch,” His large hand came to fix atop hers on the hilt, and she inhaled. Her reaction went unnoticed as he brought his saber over, igniting it. The blades of both met each other, and Ana witnessed how the lightsaber didn’t cut through the vibroblade. “If things get hairy, and there’s no escape, you’ve got a backup plan.” They were hard to come across, Anakin was lucky to have this one, and he was relieved to be able to give it to Ana, smiling down at her expectantly for her answer.

Ana broke out of her impressed stupor. It was a thoughtful gift. The fact that she was untrained with a sword of this size arrested her from expressing her full gratitude. That, and the warmth of his hand was still on hers.

This fitness center was made out of a repurposed hangar so it was cavernous, with expansive floor space. It had the usual: weights, punching bags, a closed off shooting range, etc. There was a lot of unused area, and spare supplies would often be dropped off. A ways away, a few clones had escorted boxes of dry rations on a hoverboard, unloading it here until it was time to relocate it if there was room in the mess hall kitchen. Ko, a clone officer, sat a box down, before taking notice of a familiar head of hair across the room. “Hey, men,” he said through a grin, “is that General Skywalker over there with Anatares?” His comment caught the attentions of his fellow soldiers, halting what they were doing to spy.

“Ha! Skywalker,” Dice laughed, assumptions forming as to what their General was up to, “You don’t think he’s trying to butter her up, do you?”

“C’mon, guys,” Stringbean huffed, “I wanna get this over with.”

“Look, ‘Bean, they’re basically holding hands.” Copper pointed out, leaning against the cargo behind him and lulling his head in Stringbean’s direction. “Who’s gonna win the bet if we don’t pay attention?”

“Maybe making a bet about whether or not General Skywalker— a Jedi— is trying to get close to Anatares—“

“Ah, ah, ah!” Dice wagged his finger at Stringbean, correcting him, “Whether or not they fuck, ‘Bean.”

“Well, how are we supposed to tell?”

“By watching.” Ko hissed, warning them to hush up and pay attention to the pair over on the sparring mat.

Anatares bit her lip, meeting Anakin’s gaze who was unfaltering in his eye and physical contact. “I don’t know how to use a sword.” she admitted, her tone coming out meaner than she meant to, saying it like it should be obvious to him.

Anakin didn’t seem to notice it, “Here,” instead rounding her body to stand behind her. “I’ll show you.” Directing both of her hands onto the hilt, replacing both of his hands atop hers. He was such a wide shouldered man. That, and by doing this he curled and enveloped her almost completely. She swallowed thickly, letting him move her. There was no way that she didn’t note how strong he felt, how tall and toned with thick muscle he was. His rigid chest against her back, his flexed arms pressing into hers, his chin hovering over her shoulder, cheek against her hair— she felt dizzy with excitement. No doubt she’d ask for his help in relief later when it was time for ‘lights out’. She had a sneaking suspicion he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

He changed her positioning effortlessly, angling the blade to the imaginary opponent, “You’ll block like this. Center yourself,” Impossible to center herself without thinking about shoving his cock into her center over and over— “When you attack, you’ll come down like this,” He raised their arms, bringing the sword down slowly, with purpose. When he stepped forward, his hips pressed into hers, and she stepped forward, not before feeling something familiar and half hard poking into her. A tingle traveled down her spine and she smirked. “If you can afford leaving yourself open, you can thrust,” Another step forward, and he shoved the blade into the air in front of them. Anatares hadn’t been listening at all— mind occupied with General Skywalker’s perfect body pressed up against hers, fitting together like puzzle pieces— but she perked up when he mentioned thrusting. She can very much afford to leave herself open right now, if only he had the time to properly reintroduce himself to the space between her legs. Overwhelmed, a deep blush bloomed onto her cheeks and ears.

A mischievous smile stretched out onto Copper’s lips, “Mates, is it just me or she turning red with ol’ Skywalker over there?”

Stringbean, forgetting his past protests at the notion he could be losing the bet, leaned forward, “No way,”

Dice rubbed his chin with his hand, “That she is, Copp, this is too good.”

“I’ve never seen her blush before,” Copper muttered, unable to deduce if it meant the General was making her uncomfortable, or she was attracted. She wasn’t pulling away at all.

“Oh, to be in his position,” Ko chuckled, the General had to be enjoying himself. Any of them would if they switched places.

Anatares cocked her head to look at Anakin, who’s gaze lingered on hers. He stepped away, his warmth leaving her when he detached, clearing his throat. “I’ll be sure to give you more formal lessons on it another time.” She hoped he would, turning to face him with a hand on her hip. “Obi Wan and I have already agreed to switch off sparring you. You should get experience with different fighting styles.” Beginning to walk backwards off the mat, “It won’t be easy! We’re gonna fight dirty, like a sith would. Okay? I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you around,” he said, pointing to her, voice growing in volume as he furthered from her.

Ana nodded at him with a knowing grin, shaking her head from his ramble. “Bye, bye, Skywalker,” She gave him a flirty wave as he dismissed himself. He faced forward, and the spying clones pretended to be busy.

“Officers,” Anakin nodded at them in acknowledgment as he walked past, “I’ll see you guys later for deployment?”

Ko nodded back, saluting, “‘Course, General.”

Dice managed to slow Anakin’s stride, unloading the last bit of cargo and leaning his hand on it, “Oi, Skywalker, I saw you getting all up close and personal with Anatares over there. Seemed cozy.” It was his special interest in poking at things his fellow soldiers thought it best to leave alone. Especially because they didn’t want their commanding officer to know they’d been spying on him.

Anakin didn’t think anything of it, expecting observation in a public area, especially when Anatares was involved. “Just showing her some moves, that’s all.” he answered innocently, moving on to get ready for his next mission.

The men’s heads followed him as he scampered off. This was all too fishy. Copper hummed lowly, “Oh, he showed her a couple of moves, alright.” Stringbean hit his shoulder with the back of his hand playfully.

“We don’t know that yet.”

Ko scoffed, “He’s trying to move in on her.” He was certain.

None of them knew he had already moved in on her, countless times.

Their deployment was within the hour. Tasked with bringing aid to a neutral planet in order to secure their alliance with the Republic. The troops expected a resistance from the opposers, which didn’t bode well for their moods. There always was a hill to climb in order to reach victory, it was the hill that proved fatal for some. The clone troops were prepared to lay down their life for their cause, but they preferred not to focus on the possible tragedy awaiting them. Instead, they sought distractions. Distractions that made them feel normal, like there wasn’t a war occurring, that they weren’t waddling in the trenches of it.

This squad (who affectionately referred to themselves as the “Groundhog” squadron) swapped stories, knowing this would be a long ride in a shuttle, having entered the atmosphere of the planet. Their helmets in their hands or underneath their arms, seemingly reminding everyone how human they were. The conversation served its purpose, taking the men’s weight off. Anakin leaned onto the wall of the shuttle, eyes closed as he attempted a crude form of meditation. Jokes were cracked when they got onto the subject of what they’d do after the war, but nobody pointed out it was wishful thinking. Having a lover, or a wife, was a common fantasy amongst the group.

Stringbean hops up to sit on some armory cargo, resting his blaster on safety beside him. “Maker to think…” he voices his thought aloud, picking up his leg so he can rest his elbow on his knee, shaking his head with a soft smile. “Having a plot of land to myself. A family. That’d be the life.”

Copper piped up, “I don’t even care about the family part, ‘Bean, sign me up for a wife.” It makes the other clones chuckle with him.

“Ah, a wife…” Ko sighed in content from the idea, fixing his back against the cargo and resting his head back. “… beautiful woman, got a good head on her shoulders, capable, resilient. Sharing a home with her would be the dream.” Imagining it, his fantasized wife, and Anatares’ face surfaced in his mind. It didn’t necessarily surprise him. Visualizing her offer him a meat pie she prepared for him was doing something to him.

Dice snickered, “It’s been a while since you troops’ve been laid.” Anakin smirked to himself. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping but he couldn’t help it when he felt so proud to have gotten some this morning. The officers didn’t take notice, continuing their conversation. Dice copied Stringbean, jumping up onto a box to sit, but crossed his arms. “Hell,” he scoffed, “it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid,”

“Well there’s slim pickin’s in our line of work, Dice, don’t go feelin’ sorry for yourself.” Copper patted him firmly on the shoulder, and Dice nodded knowingly, elbowing him back.

“Let’s see,” Ko started counting on his fingers, “there’s a bunch of Jedi,”

“Bunch’a prudes, more like. No offense, General,” Dice chimed in. Anakin waved his hand dismissively, downturning his lips, knowing he was probably the only one in this battalion getting any tail.

“None taken,” The Jedi insisted, without breaking his meditation.

“But it’s not like we’re not a ‘bunch’a prudes’ ourselves,” Stringbean interjected, outstretching his hands in a defensive gesture, and it earns him a laugh from the squad.

“I hear that.”

Anakin shook his head with a smile, unable to steel himself from listening in.

“Alright, so we’ve got the prudish Jedi, our fellow Clone brothers, and…” A smirk stretched out onto Copper’s lips as he finished the sentence Stringbean started, “Anatares,”

A chorus sounded of groans, chuckles, sighs, filthy comments amongst the troop… She was a popular subject revisited yet again by the squadron. Anakin peeked open an eye, observing his soldiers’ reactions to his informant-turned-commander, who begs for his cock almost every night.

“Don’t get me started on Anatares,”

“The things I’d let her do to me,”

“Oh, the things I’d do to her if she’d let me,” A clone responded with a dark snicker.

“It’s like she doesn’t even know she drives me crazy.”

“Oi, you’re not the only one, mate.”

Anakin closed his eye before someone caught him spying. It was best to stay as far removed as possible.

“Stringbean, go back to that farm fantasy of yours.” The men wanted to hear it again, and Stringbean added a revision.

“Like I said, just a plot of land to myself.” ‘Bean gazed at the ceiling, visualizing his regaled tale in his mind’s eye. “Anatares as my spoil of war,” These touch starved army men exhaling at the wording made Anakin scoff silently through his nose. War deranged men, showed their true, darker selves, and the Jedi witnessed it firsthand. Experienced it himself. The urge to step in rose in Anakin’s chest, but he denied it. He wanted to hear what these depraved creatures really thought of his lover. As if imagining it themselves, the boys followed Stringbean’s example and looked to the ceiling. “We’ve got two kids: a boy and a girl. Ana and I share yard work, and at the end of the day, cook dinner together—“

“Oi, get to the good part!” Dice jeered, and some men snickered.

“Okay, okay,” Stringbean grins sheepishly, motioning with his hands to settle down. It seemed his fantasy was seeping into Anakin as well. “After dinner— kids asleep— we start cleaning up. She’s doing dishes, I’m clearing the table. I get a look of her in that apron,” Some guys suck in a breath. Anakin cocked his head, furrowed his brows, and exhaled through his pursed lips at the image of Ana in a little apron and nothing else. “Can’t help myself. Come up behind her, start fondling her. Then I nail her on the kitchen table.”

“Stringbean, you dog!” A clone shouted, and the troopers began weakly beating on him, tossing their helmets at ‘Bean while he grinned and flinched, knowing he deserved it. Being the first one to spell out a dirty fantasy meant facing certain scrutiny.

Once they had settled down, Copper wanted to share, outstretching his arms to gesture the men to quiet. “Alright, alright, that reminds me, lads.” he introduced, dropping his arms once he’d gotten everyone’s attention. “There was one day I got ahead of myself in training, Anatares was there. Picked me up, dusted me off, brought me down to the medical bay. That night?” He raised a brow, cupping his chin in his hand, “I had the filthiest dream about her.” Being watched with bated breaths, he wasn’t sure if he should even tell this story.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense.” A clone told him incredulously, but it was all in good fun.

Copper went on, “I dreamt she snuck into my room, told me she couldn’t stay away from me. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, kept palming me through my pants.”

Anakin recalled an exact moment when she told him the same thing, did the same thing to him when he was recovering in the medical bay. He knit his eyebrows together, biting his lip to keep from saying anything.

“Got excited. She took care of me, sucked on me a bit, mounted and rode me ‘til I had nothing left. Fat tits bouncing. I’m surprised I contained myself while I was sleepin’.” Copper finished, leaning his elbow against the cargo.

Dice dissolved into laughter, pointing to Copper and looking amongst the group, “Mate says he’s surprised he didn’t jizz himself like a teenager,” The group followed Dice’s suit, laughing, including Copper.

Anakin felt himself perspire because he was stuck on the imagery of “Ana’s fat tits bouncing”. He swallowed thickly.

“Oi, the body on that broad, eh?” Dice reminisced, “Went to the fitness center and she was there. Had on a little bra, barely strapped in that chest of hers,” He cupped the air around his chest comically, he bounced his hands, causing a few snickers. “She didn’t notice me practically drooling like a hound. She’s glistening with sweat. Hair sticking to her forehead and neck. She’s jumping rope and I can’t tear my eyes away… the tightest yoga pants I’ve ever seen, if she bent over bet I could see her pretty little hole. The woman’s gotta know what she’s doing to us,”

Anakin, like the rest of these sleazy soldiers, was visualizing the whole damn thing. Except he knows he tore apart those yoga pants as soon as he saw her bent over in front of him. Of course she was pissed at him for it, but knowing now all these filthy perverts were waiting for the day she’d wear ‘em? He was glad he did it. Put them to one last good use getting her nice and wet for his cock. To hide his guilt, he rested his hand over his face.

“Hourglass figure, wit as sharp as a tack, looks that could kill, I wish she’d get over that crush she’s got already and get with a real man.” A clone added and an intrigued smile broke out onto Anakin’s lips, concealed by his hand.

“A crush? No way,”

“Say it ain’t so,”

“It’s obvious! A woman like that hasn’t hopped on anyone’s dick since she got here— and we’re all strapping young men— I’m tellin’ ya, girl’s hung up.”

“I could make her forget him. Gimme one night with her, she’ll forget he even existed.”

Anakin scoffed. That was highly doubtful.

“What about you, Ko? What do you think of Anatares?”

“What’s to say that hasn’t already been said?” Ko shrugged, but the encouragement from his squad changed his mind. “I just wanna stick my dick in that cleavage. C’mon, you all have seen it. She displays it like she wants attention,” he spoke defensively, as if he had a case to defend, “Wonder if she likes being called a slut.”

She does. Anakin thought with a smile.

“Wonder if she is a slut.” Dice leaned back against the cargo with a wolfish grin.

She is. Anakin thought in response once more, smile widening.

Anakin wrestled with himself. On one hand, he could join the conversation, bond with these disgusting depraved men and their dark fantasies, or stay indifferent and detached. He knew that war changed people, and this was an outlet. They weren’t interested in taking advantage of someone when they were bred to be docile and trained to protect the innocent. Anatares was particularly extroverted, and a bit of a tease— he had learned that first hand. Her flirtatious speech was smooth and confident, and she moved in an aesthetically poised manner, Anakin found her beautiful no matter what she did. Unashamed to admit he’s gotten stiff watching her fight alongside him on the battlefield. No wonder her image fell victim to this merry band of neglected soldiers. Attractive and available so she had become a popular, relatable object of fantasy. A prize to focus on to get through tough times, to get through the possibility of dying tomorrow. Never in a million years would he justify it, but he could understand it. Especially because he could hear his praise of Anatares through the voices of these men. He could sense their intent. None of them, would cause her physical harm. Briefly, he pondered if Anatares sired these feelings in them on purpose, knowing the gross comments they made with each other when they were alone. An image of her getting off to it flashed in Anakin’s mind. It wasn’t far off from her personality to pleasure herself to the idea of power.

“Oi, awfully quiet back there, eh, Skywalker?” Dice called, and Anakin looked at him. “We didn’t scare you or nothin’, did we?” On the contrary.

“No, just listening.” The Jedi replied nonchalantly, crossing his arms and legs as he settled against the hull wall.

Dice wanted to ask if Jedi had dirty thoughts too, but he didn’t want to shatter the illusion that Anakin was one of them— human— if he answered no. Sometimes they liked to pretend Anakin was not a peacekeeper, did not adhere to an oath, in a way Anakin liked to pretend that too.

“You ever get off to the thought of Anatares, General Skywalker?” Stringbean blurted out, breaking the silence. Immediately, the platoon scolded him playfully.

Anakin pinched his chin, “Anatares, you say?” Yes, he has. Yes, indeed, he has. More than he cared to admit. More than he thought a Jedi ever should. “Oh! You mean Commander Tares,” He pushed off the wall, leisurely striding to the center of the group. His inflated ego had gotten to him, having completely overshadowed his more jealous traits ages ago. His tone and correction of her title made his squad nervous, and they watched with bated breath. They questioned if he was cross with them.

“I wouldn’t say,” Anakin started, a mischievous glint in his eye. He folded his arms behind his back, pacing as he noticed their worried looks. Maker, he wished he could tell them, witness their reactions when he tells them he’s been banging the “broad” they fantasize their filthy little minds about when they’re alone. His head was so big it was a mystery how it fit into the hull of this ship.

“We know you’ve got a little soft spot for her, sir, it’s obvious.” Copper ached to break the tension, and he desperately moved it into the direction necessary for him to win the bet. “We’ve all got one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” The clones averted their gazes from the Jedi once he spoke, shuffling nervously in place. “but Maker, if I were simply a man, I’d do whatever it took to make her mine.”

Grins broke out on their faces at the fact Anakin played a trick on them, and some cheered their agreement with his case.

“Isn’t she other-worldly?”

“Extremely.” Anakin replied.

“She makes it so hard—“

“Maker, don’t I know it…” Anakin mused, reminiscing how hard she makes his cock rather than what the clone was referring to.

“Has she ever hit on you, sir?”

“Oh, all the time. She’s shameless.” And Anakin meant shameless. Downright blasphemous, the words that would come out of that pretty mouth of hers.

“Easy?” One clone asked with hope.

Anakin gave him a look. “It wouldn’t be a problem for me either way.” he responded smugly, acting out the role of the indifferent Jedi who’s confident he could get her if he really wanted to.

His battalion goes wild over the fact their leader is in on their little crush. Like they brought him down to their hellish level, innocent from the knowledge Anakin has put the body they covet the most in every position and every location. Painted her with his cum countless times. Has witnessed her pleading gaze and expression twisted in pleasure when he hit that perfect spot inside of her.

General Skywalker rode on that ego high, “Gentlemen, nothing quite like comin’ home from a battle, and Anatares greeting you with open arms, open legs, and an open mouth.” He stood in the middle while his clones cheered thinking about that imagery, thinking their general is merely joining the conversation, and making it all up.

To keep the charade going, to find out more about how Anakin really felt about Ana, Ko yelled out, “Skywalker!” Anakin hummed in response. “Fuck, marry, kill: Anatares, Master Luminara, and that cute Pantoran Senator Chuchi,”

At the mention, the other clones joined into the game, muttering their answers in a big jumble. Anakin waited his turn to speak, “C’mon,”

“Don’t be like that, it’s just a game.” Ko assured, moving to sit at the edge of the cargo.

“Alright, alright. Let me think. Okay, one’s easy: Marry Anatares. Make her my little trophy wife.”

Like a pack of hyenas, they chittered with laughter.

“Sir? You wouldn’t wanna just ’fuck’?” The question was asked to serve a purpose, to nail in the bet.

“Why would I want to fuck once, when we’re hitched I get to fuck always?” Anakin answered. Once the hollering died down, he added. “Doesn’t matter the time of day. She shouldn’t be walking around with an ass like that if she didn’t want it split open twenty-four-seven.”

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starbeltconstellation · 4 months

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MASTERLIST

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REWRITE THE STARS: ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Ship: Anakin Skywalker x OC (Melanie Bains)

Tags: mutual pining, slowest slow burn to ever burn, romantic tension, angst, hurt/comfort, requited unrequited love, crushing obliviously without realizing it, etc. 💓💓

Summary:

"HOW CAN YOU WIN THE GAME IF YOU NEVER MAKE A MOVE?"

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What would you do, if you were given a chance to save millions of lives throughout a galaxy?

Would you do it? Could you even do it? Is such a feat even possible?

Or would you crumble and choke under the pressure?

Melanie Bains is about to find out, as she is sent to a galaxy FAR, FAR AWAY...

A/N: Finally posting my SW fic on here for real this time! I hope people enjoy it. 😊🥰💕❤️ I love, love, LOVE @shoniwake’s cover art soooo much! It’s so cinematic. 😜✨✨

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@ensomniaa

@heartfairy

@xreadersunite

@shoniwake

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oh-obrien · 11 months

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Red Line (0.2)

Anakin Skywalker

Masterlist

A/N: i love mace windu i just needed him to be a hard ass for the ✨plot✨. My brain was tempted to make this a Anakin x OC x Obi-Wan fic just so y’all know.

Word Count: 5,114

“You know I haven’t actually gotten to talk to you since before you left for your mission on Kessel,” Anakin’s voice didn’t startle Lyra as she had felt him approaching before he even entered the elevator that would take him up to the balcony she had decided to spend the evening on. She watched out of the corner of his eye as he leaned over the railing next to her, looking out into the busy Coruscant night sky. “And the Council just cared about what you accomplished on the mission, they didn’t actually care about how it impacted you so I just got the intel version. They just care about how it helps or hurts the Republic.”

“That’s typically how it goes,” Lyra didn’t spare Anakin a glance as she continued to watch the sky grow darker, traffic having died down significantly in the last half an hour “It’s for the future of the Republic.”

Annakin let out a small laugh and hung his head between his shoulders. “Yeah, it’s for the future of the Republic.” Lyra heard the sarcasm dripping in his voice as she finally turned to face Anakin, her hip resting against the railing she had just been leaning over. Anakin was attractive, everyone knew that, and he carried himself, at least in public, like a true Jedi, it had many fawning over him, the Republic’s future golden boy. Lyra, however, had often got to see the true Anakin when they were younger. The version of Anakin that was critical of the Jedi Order and all of its rules, of the Senate, of every body of authority really. Lyra had very quickly been going down the same path as Anakin, but Master Windu had quashed that, quickly.

Letting out a deep sigh Anakin pushed himself upright before turning to stand in nearly the same position as Lyra. His muscled arms crossed over this board chest and his hip leaning on the railing. “How are you really though, Lyra.” Lyra found herself looking the boy’s features over while she tried to formulate an answer in her head. His hair had gotten longer, but his Padawan braid still hung over his shoulder, and his jawline had begun to sharpen more. His face now contained no traces of the baby fat it still had the first time Lyra had met him; he was much more mature now, a young man really.

“Honestly?” She ran a hand through her hair that she had left down earlier, her fingers tangling in the end of her Padawan braid as they went. She felt her cheeks puff up with air as she slowly let a breath escape.

“Honestly.” Anakin relaxed his stance significantly, his eyes soft as he searched Lyra’s face for any hint of how she was feeling. He wanted to reach out to her, feel how she was feeling, like they did when they were younger, but he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. The two rarely connected in that way anymore, it had been conditioned out of them throughout their Padawan training; although Obi-Wan tended to be more understanding of Anakin’s feelings than Mace Windu was with Lyra’s feelings.

Anakin’s eyes watched as her top teeth began to chew on her bottom lip, pulling at some of the loose pieces of skin until he saw her flinch once, retracting her teeth and puffing out a deep breath as she licked away the small amount of blood that collected where skin had just been ripped away. Neither of them were ever particularly good with their words. If the order had taught both of them one thing it was to suppress their emotions. “I’m still tired,” her shoulders slouched as she relied on the railing more for support, “and recovering, physically, mentally, kriff I’m even trying to rebuild my bond with the Force. It’s hard, Anakin. I was cut off from everything and everyone I’ve known since I was four, no warning, for two months.”

“I-” but Anakin didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry your Master cut you off from everyone you knew completely for six months and locked you in your room for nearly that entire period. I’m sorry he only let you have supervised conversations with other Padawans until you were fifteen. I’m sorry the moment he was able to, he sent you off planet for a solo mission that just distanced you from everyone even more. There weren’t the proper words for Anakin to express how he felt in the moment.

Anakin did, however, know what used to make both of them feel better after a particularly hard day. He reached into his robes and unclipped his lightsaber from his utility belt, igniting the blade immediately after. For nearly five years the only way Lyra and Anakin had been able to communicate were through their practice duels. After catching the pair leaving Lyra’s room together after The Gathering, Mace Windu immediately took Lyra on as his Padawan, and with that she was cut off from almost the entirety of the outside world. She spent the first six months of her Padawan training locked inside her living quarters, reading and meditating, deepening her connection with the force. Master Windu said she could have no distractions, even when Obi-Wan insisted it would be good for her development to interact with the other Padawans. She had no combat practice and took no classes with the other Padawans. After that six month period, she was only able to interact with other Padawans if one of their Masters were present, and thus continued until well into her fifteenth year, making it nearly impossible to truly form a friendship with anyone. It deterred her from truly being able to understand what attachment was.

Everyone knew that had been Master Windu’s intentions, cut Lyra off from everything she knew so she could truly dedicate her whole being to the Jedi way. It had been a grueling time in her life, and the intended purpose was exactly the outcome that had occurred. Lyra didn’t get close to any of the other Padawans until nearly her sixteenth birthday, and now she had just begun to build friendships.

“Want to finish what you couldn’t earlier?” A wide grin broke out on Lyra’s face as she rather skilfully tied her hair back into a messy bun in a matter of seconds. She unclipped her own lightsaber from her utility belt before igniting one of the blades.

“Both.” Anakin insisted, skilfully twisting his own lightsaber in his hand while he waited for Lyra to ignite the second blade on her’s. If Anakin was anything he was confident in his abilities, sometimes too confident Lyra had managed to discover. His signature little twist he loved to do really just embodied the word ‘cocky’, but it was rather attractive, Lyra had discovered over the years.

She hesitated, watching Anakin carefully, but he nodded in conformation. Lyra closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath while she ignited the second blade on her lightsaber. “You don’t need to fight clean, Anakin,” she took up a defensive stance. “I- I need this right now.” Of course, Anakin already knew that. She needed a distraction, she needed someone who could help remind her who she was, what she was capable of.

Anakin lunged first, his lightsaber making contact with Lyra’s and the all too familiar sound of the blades connecting spiked the adrenaline already coursing through both of their bodies. While Lyra was strong from her years of training, Anakin was six feet and two inches of pure brute strength. Unlike many of the other well built Padawans though, Anakin didn’t rely on his strength to help him win duels, he relied on his skill and ability to connect with the force; his physical strength only enhanced those natural abilities. He was truly a force to be reckoned with, and most other Jedi knew that, which is why his pool of dueling opponents had grown rather small as not many others could keep up with him. Lyra, however, had always been at the top of the list.

Lyra skilfully turned away from Anakin managing to face his back but she wasn’t able to complete her attack, the older boy quickly blocking her swing behind his back. They continued fighting for quite some time, the only sound filling the patio being their lightsabers connecting and their heavy, ragged breathing. They both moved gracefully, almost as if they were dancing, attacks and counterattacks flowing cleanly into one another, their lightsabers simply acting as extensions of their limbs. Each move was carefully calculated, appearing nearly choreographed, any onlooker would be entranced by their dance.

Eventually though, Anakin was able to gain the upper hand, Lyra was growing tired and sloppy and he took his opportunity to truly gain the upper hand when it presented itself to him. In less than a second Anakin saw Lyra’s grip loosen on her lightsaber, enough so that he was able to swipe at one of her blades with his own when her grip was nearly non-existent. The motion sent Lyra’s weapon clattering to the floor and the girl in question tumbled back to the ground bracing her fall with both of her hands. “I made up for earlier,” Anakin’s blade hovered at Lyra’s side, nearly grazing her robes, and she let out a defeated sigh, using her Force abilities to deliver her lightsaber back to her hand, both of the blades turning off as she did so.

“Yeah,” Lyra felt her breath stutter as Anakin turned off his lightsaber, still standing above her. His arms were now crossed over this broad chest and his feet were set shoulder width apart. He embodied what a Jedi was supposed to be, and the fact that Lyra could compete with him, could best him at times, it made her truly believe at times that she was not actually weak. “You made up for earlier,” Lyra pushed herself up onto her elbows and Anakin uncrossed his arms, offering Lyra a hand to help her up.

Lyra looked at the hand that was being offered to her and hesitated momentarily, she could just reach out and grasp Anakin’s hands, it was right in front of her. Human contact of any kind had been conditioned out of Lyra for the past six years, the only time she had any hands other than her own on her body had been to patch up any injuries she couldn’t take care of herself; which tended to be few and far between. “Oh come on,” Anakin extended his hand out even further and Lyra let out a small huff, finally reaching her own hand out.

Anakin’s hand was warm so incredibly warm, Lyra wanted to jerk her own hand away, not used to human contact feeling so intimate. The hands of the medical droids were usually cold and metal, not even truly human as they patched her injuries; other than the droids the last person she had skin to skin contact with was Master Windu. Lyra had managed to slice her leg open from the top of her ankle around to the back of her knee when trying to escape a rather hostile group of Spice traders while on, what was supposed to be, an intel gathering mission in the Underworld.

Her leg had gotten caught on a jagged piece of glass while trying to follow her Master out of a broken window to escape an onslaught of blaster fire. However, in the process she had snagged herself on a broken piece of glass still attached to the window and obtained a nasty cut. Master Windu had been able to quickly patch her leg up before the pair had to continue moving, to avoid being caught.

Mace Windu’s hands had moved quick and had a mission in mind, but Anakin’s hand? His hand was warm and his touch was familiar. Even after Lyra had been pulled to a standing position their hands remained clasped together. The last time Lyra had felt Anakin’s hands he had been twelve and she had been ten, now at eighteen and sixteen the pair found themselves barely a foot apart with their hands clasped together in the small amount of space separating them. Their force signatures reached out to each other, trying to find comfort in one another after years of forced separation. Their force signatures used to have no qualms about intertwining, wrapping around one another at any chance they were given. Now though, they hesitated to mingle, both Jedi unknowingly holding back from the other.

“Anakin!” Lyra dropped his hand quickly, as if he had burnt her with only his touch, at the sound of Obi-Wan’s voice. “Ahh Lyra too, perfect!” Obi-Wan didn’t even seem to consider questioning how close together the two padawans stood, he just continued to make his way toward them R2 trialing not far behind. “You’re needed in the council chambers immediately,” Obi-Wan turned to Lyra as he spoke, his words clearly intended for her. Lyra let out a small groan knowing that meant she’d likely be sent out on another mission. Obi-Wan didn’t seem frantic, meaning it wasn’t necessarily an emergency, but it was clear that her presence was needed in front of the council as soon as possible.

“I’ll head down momentarily,” Lyra tried to keep her composure as she untied her hair from the rather messy knot she had put it in, running her fingers through it to make it appear more presentable. “I’d assume that means I’m being sent to Kessel again already.” She’d barely had time to recover from her last trip, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d fair on another two month trip away from the Temple with no one going with her. Obi-Wan didn’t respond, only offering a half-hearted smile to Lyra who began straightening her robes out.

Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side slightly as he caught Anakin’s eyes rather focused on Lyra while she adjusted her utility belt. “Anakin you are also needed in the council’s Chambers. They requested both of you.” Lyra let out a quiet sigh while she pulled on her cloak, a dark blue material that she had gotten much pushback from Mace about the first time she had it. Her Master had complained it was too colorful, it would be seen as an act of defiance by the council to wear the material. Pretending she hasn’t heard her Master, Lyra simply walked out of her chambers with the cloak on and the dark blue had become a staple color in most of her outfits.

“Sending two Padawan’s on potentially deadly missions at the same time, incredibly intelligent,” Lyra huffed as she looked toward Anakin. “You coming, Skywalker?”

“Yeah,” Anakin shook his head and cleared his throat, “yeah I am.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest while he watched his Padawan and Lyra depart the outdoor training area. R2 beeped from next to Obi-Wan and he laughed lightly, placing a hand on the droid’s head.

“Yes R2, we’re heading that way as well. I’m just thinking for a moment.” The droid let out another series of beeps. “Yes, yes they are R2.” Obi-Wan let out a small sigh as he and R2 began to head to the Council chambers themselves.

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“With all due respect Master,” Lyra turned to face Master Windu, “I don’t think it’s smart to send both of us on this mission together, and that’s absolutely not me discrediting Anakin’s skills or ability to succeed.” Lyra and Anakin stood in front of the High Council, the half-moon of the most powerful Jedi suddenly becoming somewhat intimidating as she tried to make her voice heard. She’d spent the past two sessions attending council meetings, getting to know them on a more personal level, but she just felt small standing directly in front of them.

“And why would that be?” Master Kit Fisto’s voice reached Lyra’s ears and she turned to face him. “I feel that Skywalker and yourself are more than qualified to take on this mission.”

Lyra took a moment to center herself as she did not want to lash out at any of the council members, knowing it would not been seen as an appropriate use of her emotions. “Master Fisto, again with all due respect I nearly died twice while I was on Kessel last time I was there, and that was over the course of two months while my identity was incredibly well concealed. What happens this time?”

Nearly died. Anakin hadn’t been privy to the knowledge that Lyra had nearly been killed twice while she was on Kessel, “and the second time was by Jedi Knights that you yourselves sent to trey and break up the Spice ring,” Anakin tuned back into the conversation and Lyra’s voice again filled his ears. He saw that Obi-Wan was watching him carefully, giving his Padawan a small nod when they made eye contact.

“We told you that your safety could not be guaranteed on the previous mission my Padawan.” Mace Windu now spoke; Anakin felt as Lyra metaphorically dug her heels in, her force signature instantly becoming more centered and more grounded. It was a tactic that Obi-Wan had taught him to help become more centered before a fight, meaning that Lyra clearly saw this conversation as more of a fight than a conversation.

“And why wouldn’t any of you suggest informing the Jedi that you had sent to infiltrate a Spice ring that you had one of your own undercover inside!” Her voice raised significantly just within that single sentence. “If you told them who was undercover I very easily could have avoided being nearly sliced in half by a lightsaber!”

“Wise of you to control your emotions would it be. Yes?” Master Yoda now spoke up. “In the fight did we expect you not,” Yoda let out a short hum as he nodded.

Lyra looked to Obi-Wan, her eyes almost pleading for support. However, this was a decision he had been outvoted and outranked on. He had been a strong opponent of sending Lyra and Anakin, the two most powerful Padawans the temple had, on this mission together, but no matter how hard he argued to keep the two away from Kessel, other members of the council just pushed back harder. “Yourself and my Padawan leave in two days time.” It was the only response Obi-Wan was able to offer in the moment, but Lyra felt the wave of comforting energy that Obi-Wan sent her way.

“It isn’t safe! What’s Anakin’s cover going to be? Oh this is my brother, my made up diplomat father won’t realize either of us are gone don’t worry. It’s not going to work.” Anakin had never expected that Lyra of all people would speak up against the council in that manner, being so openly defiant was frowned upon and seen as disrespectful. Anakin stood in shock next to his fellow Padawan, he was unsure what he should say or if he should say anything at all.

“Anakin will pose as your lover,” Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke up, “it’s the most realistic role we could approach the situation with.” Master Ki-Adi-Munda didn’t see phased in the least by Lyra’s reaction. “You escaped the Jedi Assault to Tatooine, there you met Anakin who was working as a moisture farmer and you fell in love. He wished to return to Kessel with you to join the Spice ring to try and make a more prosperous life.”

“I’d assume your previous injury is healed?” Master Windu squinted at Lyra who had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She felt the anger inside of her beginning to bubble over and likely knew she would be scolded by her master later, but she was in too deep with this argument to back out now.

She took in a deep breath and glanced around the half circle before speaking. “My previous injury healed as best it could given the level of medical attention I received and the speed at which it was delivered.”

“We would like to see what remains to ensure that your story and what the other Spice traders saw would properly fit what remains.” It was Obi-Wan who spoke this time. The council knew that their request to see her scars would likely be met with pushback, and having the council member she trusted the most make that request would lessen just how much push back they received. It was disgusting really.

Anakin began to feel Lyra’s force signature fill with discomfort and pure sadness, he wanted to reach out with his own and comfort her, but he knew that the council would feel it as well. Instead he opted instead to take a step closer to her and he saw her cheeks fill with air as she began to undo her utility belt. She let it clatter loudly to the floor as she shrugged off her cloak as well, the blue fabric crumbling into a ball on top of her belt.

Anakin watched as her hands shook, moving to the bottom of her tunic and the top of her pants waistband. She hadn’t fought the council on this matter, only accepted they would need to see her previous injury before making any further determinations. Standing next to Lyra, Anakin was unable to get a clear view of what remained as she separated the fabric and put a thin band of skin on display. He didn’t need to see the remains of her injury to know how gruesome it must have been. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as she saw the exposed flesh and Anakin would have sworn he saw tears gathering in his Master’s eyes. Lyra slowly turned so that the remainder of the High Council could see her scar and Anakin found himself unable to look away from the exposed strip of skin. A dark pink and angry scar stretched from hip bone to hip bone and looked as if it never properly healed, the skin still looked sensitive and raw, like a wrong movement would tear it open again. “I hope my injuries meet your expectations,” Lyra pulled her waistband back up and tugged her tunic down, shrugging her cloak on and picking up her utility belt and slinging it over her shoulder haphazardly. “I’ll be on the launch deck in two days time.” Lyra didn’t wait to be dismissed before she turned and walked out of the High Council’s chambers with a slight twitch in her hand the door opened and closed behind her.

Anakin was left standing somewhat dumbfounded in the center of the center of High Council chambers. “Trust you we do, Young Skywalker.” Master Yoda gave Anakin a small nod. “Successful you will be.” Anakin swallowed and nodded once.

“Thank you, Master Yoda.” He wanted to speak up and say something on Lyra’s behalf but he wasn’t quite sure what to say. He knew that he and Lyra were expected to begin completing the trials soon, but the pushback Lyra was giving them likely meant that the council may reevaluate her ability to complete the trials and her ability to control her emotions.

“You are dismissed, Skywalker,” Master Windu let out a deep sigh as he let Anakin know he was free to go. “May the force be with you.”

“May the force be with you as well Masters.” As soon as Anakin exited the High Council’s chambers he reached out to try and find Lyra’s force signature. However, she was blocking him out and she was doing a damn good job at it. Anakin found his feet leading him back to where he and Lyra had dueled before Obi-Wan had found them and told the pair that they were needed in the counsel chambers. No one often left the temple at night, most Jedi took the evenings to meditate and unwind and very few used the evenings for anything except that.

“Ani, I really don’t want to talk about it.” Lyra spoke into the chilly night air once she felt Anakin reach the space. She leaned over the railing again, both her arms hanging freely and her head rested on the cool metal. Anakin could tell she was distressed, embarrassed, angry, she rather thoroughly felt nearly every emotion that could be considered negative. Her robes had been straightened out and her utility belt sat clipped around her waist, it seemed like she never even had shown the council what remained of her old injury.

Anakin, as he had earlier that evening, approached the railing to the balcony and rested his forearms on the metal, hanging his head between his shoulders while he let the silence linger between them. “I don’t need you to talk about it, but it would be nice to know what I’m getting myself into.” He heard Lyra release a deep sigh as she let her head rest on the railing for a few more moments before standing up straighter.

“If I’m talking about this we’re going to the Cantina,” Lyra pushed away from the railing and began to walk towards the entrance back into the Temple, “you coming or what, Skywalker?”

“But we, I can’t-” Anakin stumbled over his words.

Lyra laughed lightly before looking over her shoulder at Anakin. “I’m emotionally unstable and they’re practically sending us on a suicide mission in two days,” Lyra cocked her head slightly to the side, “I promise no one is going to stop us form leaving the Temple tonight. If it would make you feel better I can ask Obi-Wan if he’d like to accompany us.”

“You can- Obi-Wan?” Anakin thought about his Master accompanying both of them on an unapproved trip to the cantina most likely in the underworld, and it didn’t sound all that logical.

“Yeah,” Lyra let a small smile stretch across his lips, “Obi-Wan and I sneak out to the cantina fairly often.” She saw Anakin’s face fall as he realized his own Master had never asked him to accompany them to the cantina. “It’s never something that you’d want to go with us for, emotions we shouldn’t be experiencing that we try to drink away, and all that,” she dismissively waved her hand and grabbed her comlink out of the pocket of her robes.

Obi-Wan’s hologram appears a second later, clearly inside his chambers, likely trying to decompress after the rather stressful counsel meeting. “Ahh Master Kenobi!” Lyra spoke as she walked to Anakin’s side. “I was just about to fill Anakin in on my last mission to Kessel at Moshi if you’d like to meet us there.” Anakin watched as Obi-Wan lifted his head from where he had been taking off his boots.

“I can meet the two of you there in about,” he paused for a moment, clearly thinking, “thirty. I’d rather not leave the temple as a group. That would likely draw too much attention.”

“You’ve got it, Master!” Lyra’s smile grew into more of a smirk as the comlink call ended, “you ready for this one Skywalker? Because I’m not sure if you are.”

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Walking into Moshi Lyra pulled her hood down and Anakin followed not far behind, the bar seemed somewhat crowded and most of the tables were taken. Lyra nodded towards an empty booth and Anakin took that as his sign to claim the table as Lyra approached the bar. “My favorite Jedi!” Tiggs Leo greeted Lyra at the bar, still mixing drinks as he spoke to her, “no tab for you tonight!” He slid three drinks down the bar to waiting patrons. “You came with a new Jedi, is Obi-Wan not joining you?”

Lyra found her eyes skimming over the bottles of alcohol behind Tiggs as he spoke. “That’s Anakin, Obi-Wan’s Padawan,” she elaborated, “Obi-Wan will be joining us shortly.”

“Ahh! Excellent! What can I get started for you then?” Tiggs put down the bottles he had been holding previously and directed his attention towards Lyra. She glanced over her shoulder to see Anakin looking around the space rather uncomfortably.

Tapping her finger on the bar counter Lyra thought about what Anakin may like; she was unsure if he’d ever been to a catania before. He looked rather surprised when she had mentioned it earlier, but he was older than her and Obi-Wan, of all people, was his Master for Kriff’s sake. “A blumfruit cooler, cassandran brandy and a courkrus lomin.” Tiggs was making the drinks before Lyra even had the chance to finish ordering.

“I hope whatever you ordered me isn’t a surprise.” Obi-Wan must have arrived while she had been ordering drinks. He had changed into more casual robes than he had been in at the council meeting and his cloak had been shrugged off and crumpled next to him in the booth. Following suit, Lyra shrugged off her own cloak and slid into the booth next to Anakin.

“A cassandran brandy for the Jedi Master,” Tiggs approached the booth and slid Obi-Wan his drink. He gratefully accepted the glass and took a small sip as soon as he received it. “A blumfruit cooler for my favorte Jedi customer, and I would assume the courkrus lomin is for the newcomer,” Tiggs set the final glass in front of Anakin. “As soon as you’re ready for another round just let me know the order!”

As Tiggs slinked back behind the bar Lyra switched her glass and Anakin’s. “You’ll like it,” she offered him the glass, picking up her own and drinking nearly half of it on the first sip. “Tiggs is adding our tab to the senate’s again,” Lyra smirked at Obi-Wan over the rim of her glass.

Obi-Wan tilted her glass towards Lyra and Anakin, “I’ll drink to that.” He lifted his own class and took a slow sip. “And I’ll drink to that kriffing Council meeting being over.” Obi-Wan quickly knocked back the remainder of his first drink and Tiggs almost immediately brought over another one. “For the record, sending both of you, either of you, to Kessel was not my idea. I was just outvoted on the issue.”

“I guessed,” Lyra finished her own first drink and pushed it towards the end of the table, indicating that she too was ready for a second. “I’m here to fill Ani in though on my last mission to Kessel, figured it might be umm, helpful insight.” Lyra and Obi-Wan hadn’t included Anakin in on the conversation yet and he was beginning to feel rather left out.

“Oh you need to finish the rest of your drink for this one, Anakin.” Obi-Wan addressed his Padawan, “and then maybe another one or two after that.”

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raveszonee · 3 months

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I will now be open to Star Wars Roleplay, The characters I'm willing to be is

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

Luke Skywalker

Kylo Ren

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han Solo

Darth Maul

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian

Boba Fett

Keep in mind I am 18+ roleplay due to possible smut put into plot as well as violence, etc. Be an 18+ mun, I allow 18+ Muse as well as Au's. OC FRIENDLY!

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prismatica-the-strange · 3 months

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Uh oh, new S/I intro already...

Meet: Freida Baltwin Priestess of Jein'ta

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Ship Tag: #death by anyone's hand but his would never taste as sweet

*Disclaimer* while I have been watching and rewatching the prequels I have never seen Clone Wars. So this ship will evolve as I do that... whenever I do that.

Star Wars Lore is not my strong suit.

Also, I don't want this to be actually doomed so I might have to rework some plot points. And I'm totally not stealing part of the story from Phantom Menace, nope... You can't prove anything.

Jein'ta is a planet in the farthest reaches the outer rim. It's lush with alien life and nearly untouched by the rest of civilization.

It's where Freida was born, and had it not been so far from everything she would have been brought to the Jedi temple as a baby. She's extremely force-sensitive and without the Jedi's teachings, she's found her own way to comnune with and interact with it.

It amplifies and displays her emotions in a way, as it affects the world around her.

Because of this deep connection to the force she is regarded as somewhat of a spiritual guide on her homeworld, a priestess.

It isn't until dark forces hiding within the galaxy learn of her does she also come to the attention of the Jedi.

These dark forces attempt to kidnap her and her father contacts the Jedi council to protect her and teach her to control and conceal her abilities better.

That's when she's trusted to the care of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan Anakin Skywalker.

She's normally quite a free and bright spirit but with having to leave all she's known with two strangers, she becomes timid and quiet

The trip back to Coruscant did not go according to plan when their ship was intercepted and forced to make an emergency landing.

While Obi-Wan is out bartering for parts, Anakin is left to do what repairs he can and keep her safe.

Of course, the people who all but shot them out of the sky find them and there's a scuffle. He tries to keep her behind him, but one of the kidnappers grabs her and presses a blaster into her back.

As Anakin tries to come up with a plan the man's eyes go wide before he falls down dead. She gave him a major aneurysm with her control of the force, but she didn't enjoy it.

Just as the others are about to move in the whole group is attacked by a creature that isn't native to this planet and looks as though it's been tortured.

It turns on her and Anakin, teeth bared, once it's ripped through their assailants, but before Anakin can even activate his lightsaber she's pushing in front of him, her hand out like a HTTYD character.

She's always been good at connecting with animals, and this one is no different, but the tone shifts when it steps closer and Anakin takes a defensive position. His aggressive energy throws off the balance she's created, making it look like the animal is going to attack, giving him no choice but to kill it.

She's immediately in tears over it. She'd connected with it, felt its pain, and tried to soothe it. Even then, having felt its life force be torn from her, she lets him take her in his arms and lead her inside where he holds her while letting her cry it out.

Let's just say, he had a lot of explaining to do to Obi-Wan when he came back to find various corpses outside the ship and Freida sat on his padawan's lap, sleeping peacefully against his chest.

She became instantly flustered when she woke up there though, and her face was bright red the rest of the trip back to the Jedi Temple.

From there, he's basically her personal bodyguard and they spend a lot of time together, so their relationship blossoms from there.

And I'm sad to say there are only two ways this will go. Either they live happily ever after like they deserve or... to put it bluntly?

He kills her.

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amirahart · 2 years

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"he didn't tell her that he knew the first thing he would do once he moved on to whatever happened after life and death was to find her. that he knew paradise existed the moment he looked into her eyes"

coming soon: Anakin Skywalker x OC

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perfectlyboring · 2 years

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Struggle For Light (Anakin Skywalker x fem!oc)

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x younger! fem!oc

summary: soulmate au that takes place some point after order 66, Anakin isn’t burnt though! Just a drab I did about my Star Wars oc getting Ani to come back to the light. Super angsty and fluffy.

warnings: angst (force restriction, pining, heartbreak lmao), light injury to oc, kidnap, nothing too specific

word count: 4.25k

A/N: I’ve never posted my writing before so please go easy on me!! I wrote this a while ago but I’m kinda proud of it. I know it’s not exactly canon but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Rori couldn't suppress the quaking tremble that rocked her nerves in the presence of the all powerful Sith. From her place on the floor, the cold plated ground burned into her knees. The invisible force around her body constricted, pinning her movements harshly.

"Ah. We finally meet, young one." Darth Sidious hissed. His glowing amber eyes burned holes into her flesh, and it took everything in her not to flinch. Her eyes flickered to the looming dark figure standing just beside him.

Anakin.

No, not anymore. But she knew there was something of his former self buried within him, she could feel his light, clawing at his cage of suffering to be free.

Their eyes met, and she searched out the light in his eyes. However, she couldn't feel him.

A cold, biting frost curled inside her and for a moment, she wondered if her soulmate would never truly come back to the light.

"I've scoured the Galaxy looking for you. The last puzzle piece required to finally—" He placed a shriveled hand on Vader's shoulder. Though it wasn't comforting—it was claiming. Vader was his pawn, his puppet for dark bidding. "..cleanse the weakness from my apprentice."

He stalked forward then, and Rori forced herself to follow his movements, refusing to bow to his will, albeit it suffocating.

"And now that you're here, your fate is sealed. By taking your life, my apprentice will finally be free of his conflict, and free to rise up and rule on the Throne of the Sith." His words slithered across her skin, stroking the hard to swallow sinking feeling inside her. "That is—unless, you bow to the power of the Dark Side. Pledge your allegiance to your overlords, and I might have him spare your life."

There it was. An offer. A way out.

Still, there was a roaring beast inside of her that could never allow herself to turn in the way that they had. A single line of purpose drew her eyes back to her soulmate, before she angrily flickered her gaze up at the Sith.

"Whatever you have to offer me—I don't want it. I will never bow to you." She managed to keep her voice steady, her soft features set in determination, her jaw set.

"Such fire you have." He hissed, presence circling around her. Testing. "Such potential for greatness. That anger inside of you—it could give you so much power."

Rori winced at his words.

"Ah, I see." He spoke. "Conflict, yes. But there's more—your feelings drive your will." He paused, coming to stand above her appraisingly. She felt an aggressive tug at the front of her mind as his clawed hand rose to her head.

She gasped in pain at the sharp intrusion, blinded by the shuffling and peeling away at her mind.

"There it is." He grunted. "Pain. Suffering. And..rejection. Abandonment. Your family is gone, your very fate balanced in the hands of my apprentice himself. You only have one option—allow yourself to indulge on those powerful emotions."

She managed to open her eyes, immediately locking onto Vader's. Though his eyes glowed russet, she searched for him anyways. He was in there. Somewhere buried in his own self-isolation was Anakin, the hero from the Clone Wars she'd always heard about. A boy so powerful in the light that he became a hero.

Sidious hissed then, a wheeze of disgust.

"Compassion." He growled out the word. "Is weak. It is easily squashed in the face of true power."

"I won't give in, Sidious. Your attempts to manipulate me as you have done with Anakin won't work." Rori heaved with the force of his prying at her brain.

She felt her breathing echo in her ears as she struggled to find the defining thread of calm in her mind. When she felt it, she grabbed on with both hands and held onto it forcefully. Her ivy green eyes held steady with his own, and with one slight push—she knocked the looming void of darkness further from her head.

The dark lord let out a short gasp of surprise—stepping a foot back from her.

"Confounding." He breathed in a hiss, his eyes burning down at her. "Vader's soulmate is force-sensitive." Though there was an underlying icy chill in his words—he wasn't praising her, no—he was testing her. Eyeing her with intrigue, suspicion—and greed.

She held his gaze, and just she felt his sharp tendrils creep back into her brain—she gathered her energy and quieted her mind to push once more. She felt his hold slip momentarily as he physically slid back another foot.

She was trembling visibly now, the force of her energy untapped and raw. She'd spent her whole life concealing her ability in fear of who might notice the connection.

Well—she guessed the lothcat was out of the bag now.

Sidious seemed to set his shoulders, a snarl echoing from his mouth. She figured that was it—she would likely be slaughtered here in front of them both, left for dead with a saber burn through her chest. Her eyes flashed to Vader again, allowing herself another glance at who her soulmate might've been. She could almost picture it—in another way, another life—she could see herself alongside him at the Old Republic temple of the Jedi, could see his boyish light, his eyes unmarred by darkness.

That was when Sidious let out a sharp cackle of delight that had her snapping her attention back to him.

"Truly remarkable. Your darkness rises, and light comes to meet it. Your abilities, your connection to the Force, it reminds me of the raw strength I once sensed in my young apprentice." One claw rose as he spoke, a dark grin on his pale, scarred face.

"Untapped potential for power. With my guidance, you could lead the Sith from the throne alongside your soulmate. Yes, yes—I see it now. The Galaxy would be forced to their knees in the presence of you both—your dyad in the force is strong—ruling together as one would be much more beneficial to me."

Then, for the first time throughout the confrontation, he turned towards his apprentice. His figure, however, slinked back so he was standing to her side.

"I see a new opportunity for the both of you, Vader. One that will only strengthen your power." He lowered his hand and let one mangled claw scratch against her jaw, lifting it to face Vader again. Rori inhaled sharply at the scrape digging into her soft flesh, her features twisting in a flash of disgust. "This girl is your prophecy. I know you desire her—you cannot hide such an emotion, my apprentice. Your soul aches to intertwine with hers, your force signature longs to claim her as your own. Her beauty is undeniable—" His claws scrape deeper into her jaw, as if presenting her face to his apprentice invitingly. "Her connection to the force mirrors your own, her bravery and rebelliousness are cunning."

His grip digs into her skin, making her stifle a whimper of pain. Her heart thrumming in her chest, her arms still struggling to break free of the invisible binds that held her down.

"Rise and claim her, Vader. Fuse your power with her own, and you will be unstoppable, unbeatable. And if you will not—then you will rise, and you will kill her. You will consume her life force, and all the raw power she holds will be yours." He barked.

She felt a sizzling electric current slither into her body, a sting of electricity that curled into her bones. All attention turned to Vader in that moment. Though he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at Sidious.

She couldn't help but allow her signature to brush against his own, seeking any sort of give in his coldness. He couldn't accept his Master's sinister plan—it would only bring darkness, pain, suffering. And she knew he had his fair share of those things already. If he accepted—then his soul was truly lost.

Her Anakin wouldn't exist any longer. Her once beautiful, shining beacon of a man who was once loved, once grounded by compassion and honor, would be finally reduced to nothing but a lost, isolated husk of the boy he once was.

And Rori would rather he strike her down with the burning heat of his saber and bleed out on the floor than witness the remnants of his light be snuffed out. And she would sooner drive the saber into her own heart than agree to rule beside him.

It was then that his flickering gaze met hers. She felt something stir within her—she felt his own signature weakly give way to her own prodding, golden bright energy. She struggled to not reveal the shock it gave her. She allowed it to bloom into her own—that was when she was racked with the intensity of his emotions—suffering, guilt, anger, longing.

And she knew it wasn't Vader's signature she was feeling—it was his.

Anakin's. The Chosen One, the hero, the one who she would have fallen madly in love with if they had met before he became suffocated be fear and anguish. The one whose soul was crafted by the force to perfectly mold with her own.

Then, he spoke.

"I will..." His resounding footsteps moved infinitesimally closer. "..claim her, Master. I was blind to her force capabilities—but now I see what I must do." His voice wracked a tremor down her spine.

She held his gaze as he slowly approached. She felt a twinge of fear bubble in her throat. His words said something different than his heart—and now she would finally see what side would win.

"The choice is yours, my apprentice. Either way..her power is yours for the taking." Sidious urged.

Her clear, sea glass eyes burned into his own. A part of her pleading—for what, she didn't know. Maybe it was to just end it for her, to save her from a life of corruption and evil. Or maybe it was to save her, save them both, somehow.

His gloved hand clenched around the hilt of his saber—and in one flash of carmine red, she felt the heat and sizzle as it ignited, heard the hum it exuded in the grand room swallowed in silence.

Though her heart now jammed uncontrollably against her chest, her mouth drying as it felt like she was swallowing hot sand—she kept her eyes trained steadily on his.

Come back to me, Anakin. Be with me.

The words pressed from her mind, and somehow, she knew they pressed directly into his. He stood before her now, looming over her like an Angel of death. If she was to die like this, at least his face would be the last thing she would see.

"Wise choice, my young apprentice." Sidious croaked from the sidelines, and she barely noticed his claws had unlatched from her skin as he floated to stand beside the display in front of him. "Strike her down, now! Set yourself free from the weakness of the Light. There will be no mortal coil strong enough to hold you back any longer—soon you will be free to bathe in true power!"

Rori breathed in, feeling a sense of calm wash over her mind as she pulled herself tighter to the Force, the burning light within her. She blocked Sidious' voice from her mind, focusing solely on Anakin's presence within the Sith before her. She kept it close to her own signature, refusing to let it weaken and bury itself back into the suffocating fog of darkness that had rooted into him. She grasped the swirling tendrils of Light with her full force, curling her own into it and tugging it up, up and up.

"Do it, Vader! Do it now!" Sidious thundered, though it seemed so far away to her ears. "Kill the final restraint to your darkness, snuff out the last of your weakness—fulfill your prophecy!"

Rori struggled with the tremors racking her nerves, struggled against the choking shadows that burned against her own signature as she dug deeper into his. Her total strength was pouring through their bond now, allowing her molten glowing Light to fully link to his own. Her bones trembled with the strength it took her to do so, as if her body was physically fighting.

Be with me, Anakin.

I know you. I feel you.

You're not lost. Not to me.

Their gazes swallowed each other whole—it was all consuming. She knew he could hear her, but his face failed to reveal any sign. His eyes though—his burning Sith eyes—for just a moment—flickered in recognition.

She felt her incessant tugging finally give way—his scalding Light shone through like a beacon amongst the night sky. It immediately sought her own—curling it's tendrils almost shyly towards her calming presence—before rolling like a freighter right into her inviting warmth.

It was then that she became aware that there was no longer any invisible binds locked tight around her arms. The icy chill of restraint had long since lifted.

She rolled her wrists behind her back in relief, though she knew better than to reveal her renewed mobility. Something in his gaze reflected that battle raging between their signatures—it was as if the armor had been reduced to ash, burnt and melted away by her incessant, flickering flame. She only sensed vindication now—he had decided. And though her heart fluttered in her throat and her body warmed at the feeling of his final give— flooded her with relief as two halves swirled into each other, reunited at last—she knew she had to allow him to take the final step.

And so, she allowed herself to engulf him fully, knowing that he would be able to read her just as easily. She blanketed him with her Light, her forgiveness, her very being——and with the first spark of their shared flame, she knew whatever he did next was his own choice. Anakin's—not Vader's.

As his arm lifted the humming saber up and over his head, his eyes flickered in the hazy red light reflected in them. And she swore, for a moment, the golden color shifted to an electrifying azure blue. The saber disappeared behind the vast expanse of his darkened figure as he prepared to strike a final blow—

Determination steeled his gaze into hers—but it was not the murderous gaze of a Sith—instead, it reflected the rising spirit of Light—of a Jedi who had conviction in himself and his connection to the Force. A connection to the Light.

Then she felt the cold hilt of his saber materialize into her open palms behind her back. An imperceptible nod from him told her that it was now time to end this suffering.

"Strike her! Do it now!" Sidious roared.

And in that moment—Aurora gripped the metal in her hands tightly, rose up from her aching legs, and ignited the burning red saber. With Sidious' attention on Anakin—she swiftly arced the blade straight into his back, spearing him right through the chest.

His cry of surprise and agony gurgled in his throat, but not before his face curled into a monstrous snarl at the betrayal.

Before she could sense it, his hand shot out and a blast of energy lifted her into the air and flung her all the way until she was crashing painfully into the pillar of the throne.

"You dare betray me?!" His words boomed, shaking the floor she was slumped against. A pain rattled through her skull, echoing in an ache that spread throughout her body.

Through hazy eyes, she watched as Sidious staggered from the blow, face seized in fury towards Anakin.

"You're weak! I always knew it to be true! Pathetic little Skywalker—" He hissed out, though she could sense his scramble to gain control as the life force faded from his body. "I am what gave you such power! You're nothing without me! You have nothing without me—"

His clawed hand shot out, attempting to pull the saber into his own grip at the same time that Anakin did the same. The glinting saber rattled at the force exerted on it, refusing to give in either direction.

"You're blinded by your weakness, Vader! You've always been weak—you've always been afflicted by your compassion! Blinded by your pathetic need to protect—yet you didn't have the strength to kill that wife of yours, and you continue to fail in killing Kenobi!" Sidious wheezed.

In an instant—the saber had flung itself right into the Sith Lord's shriveled hand.

Anakin glowered at his former Master—his outstretched hand falling slack as the words echoed around the room.

"You told me I killed her." His voice was low, thick with rolling anger. Rori could sense it though—the slight tremble in his nerves.

Sidious grinned something dark.

"I did, didn't I?"

Then, before her eyes could blink, the two lunged at each other. Anakin pushed his hand out as a snarl reminiscent of Vader curled onto his face, causing the Sith to slide back. He was quickly onto his feet for someone with a saber burn sliced clean through them—igniting the saber just in time to swing it at Anakin's offensive.

It was a swirl of black cloaks as the two grunted, gnashed their teeth, struggling for the saber hilt. It flung back forth between the former Master and Apprentice—each one not sparing a single moment to slash a killing blow.

Rori found herself flinching every time it seemed like Sidious had gained the upper hand—only to witness Anakin deftly evade the masterful saber technique. A burst if lightening tinged the edges of her vision white—crackling against the heat of the saber as Anakin blocked it.

Another blast of lightening bolted from the Sith's outstretched, clawed fingers. This time, it was powerful enough to blast the saber out of Anakin's grip, grunting as the jolt burned his flesh.

Rori, who had been sluggishly following the fight through heavy eyes, had been waiting for an opportunity to help somehow. Though, the pounding in her skull prevented her from pushing herself to stand, the hot spill of what she knew to be blood streaming down her cheek.

As Anakin briefly bounced back from the burn—Sidious' hand reached for the saber as it flew high into the air.

But Rori was faster.

With one hand outstretched, she bit down on her lip harshly to suppress the grunt of pain at the exertion she needed—and she was rewarded by the saber twisting in the air at her command. With the kyber blade still ignited, she held it suspended for a moment as she called out to him.

"Anakin!" She cried—pushing as much of her Force energy through their bond, getting his attention all within a panicked moment.

She swung her hand with the last of her strength, causing the ignited saber to hurdle straight towards Anakin's already waiting hand.

Sidious had barely a moment to acknowledge their coordinated attack—that angry snarl ripping through his gnashing teeth at the realization that the girl managed to prevail, that she was faster.

And in a blink of an eye, Anakin had gripped his saber back into his hands. With one last twist, one more swirl of his red saber, struck Sidious one last time, effectively cutting off his next words.

Silence filled the throne room as she watched—with a sickening flop! as Sidious' head rolled off his shoulders and rolled with a sizzle onto the floor.

Her body was frozen solid as she stared at the mangled body of what was once Vader's Master. Whatever came next, she could at least be assured the Sith Master's reign of evil had come to an end. She only hoped that by breaking the bond of darkness from his mind that Anakin would be free—though she wasn't sure if there was anything left within him—she wasn't sure if he would flip and strike her down as well, or if he would fall to the floor in anguish, in a further entrapment of misery and suffering.

So, when she huffed out a small gasp of pain, she was not expecting the thundering sound of heavy black boots that approached her. And she also didn't expect to see him kneel in front of her, to meet his gaze as her eyes fluttered in a wince. What she saw froze her all over again—

His eyes, now a burning azure. Like the waves of the Grandaan ocean she spent her summers frolicking in as a youngling. And they were so close now, his looming height level with her own as his burning gaze flickered across her form. He didn't seem to know what to do, with his body or his mind. But he had come to her side, and that was what mattered.

"Anakin." She murmured softly, like a brush of wind. It was an acknowledgement—a recognition of who now crouched before her. And although her head pounded, threatening to force her lids closed, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. The hand that wasn't holding the injured, angry bloom of pain across her temple and forehead reached out. Not hesitantly, but with determination.

Her small fingers gently skimmed the skin of his cheek, allowing herself this one simple pleasure. A hum of tingles erupted like the electric center of a storm—in the eye of the hurricane, where there was peace and strength.

His head tilted slightly into her touch, and her gently skimming fingers shifted to press the warmth of her palm flush against his cheek. His eyes were deep pools, and they conveyed the gravity of the emotion he was feeling. But she could feel it even more forcefully through the rush of their bond that swirled around them, their signatures humming in delight at finally being unified in the Force. His was strong—though clouded with his flood of emotion—shame, guilt, determination, and concern.

Rori couldn't help the bright smile that tugged at her lips, morphing into a beam that seemed to bring a slight shudder to his heaving form. His eyes drank her in—her gleaming teeth, the soft dimples in her rosy skin, the shining glimmer in her ivy green eyes that could only be the sheer pride that swirled around her.

She was proud of him.

"I'm sorry." His words whistled past his teeth. His thick brows were furrowed in anguish, his features seeming much older than she knew he was. Weighed down by the force of his betrayals, his mistakes.

Her smile fell into something soft, the light refusing to dim.

"You did it, Anakin." She breathed out. "You came back to me. That's what matters." Though, a shooting pain caused her words to falter then.

She winced as she lifted her hand from her head, blinking dazedly at the copious amount of red blood that was leaking down her palm, and now, dripping off her face. With a soft groan, she moved to bring her hand back to the wound. But a hand stopped her, shooting out to tug her wrist away.

His eyes were now set on the gash across her temple, a hard set locking his jaw. He replaced her hand with his own, gently cupping the wound beneath his massive palm. The flicker of pain was there, but she was distracted by the warmth of tingles that the contact brought. Then his eyes fluttered closed, his energy stilling before her. She didn't know what he was doing, but she trusted him. Trusted the spark of light that now flickered inside him.

Her bloodied hand came to rest against the Kevlar sleeve of his forearm, her other hand dropping from his face.

And then she felt it.

A tingle in her skin that sped towards the open wound in her head—it softly urged a life force into her, his life force. She was shocked when the pain began to dim, and the blood began to slow. And then the pain was gone all together—leaving a fully healed patch of skin in the place where her wound had once ached.

His eyes fluttered open then, and she noticed that his other hand had come to rest against her back, holding her slumped form from the floor.

Force healing.

She had thought it was a myth.

And now she could breathe in fully—feel the remnants of his own energy in her veins.

"Stars." She breathed out dazedly, bringing her hand up to tap against the now perfectly smooth patch of flesh.

She met his eyes again, her eyes flickering down to his lips. They were inviting, soft, pink. She blinked back up at him, waiting with baited breath for his next move. He was an unpredictable one—her Anakin. That much she could gather.

And then he was closing the gap between them, and instead of claiming her lips with his own in a searing, burning kiss—his lips gently brushed against her own for a moment. The flurry of tingles burst through the faint touch causing them both to inhale—he was hesitating. Reluctant. Holding himself back by his own fear.

So, she helped him out.

And caught his lips against her own.

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A/N: let me know what you think! Thanks for reading this far 💖

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supervengerslock · 1 year

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Child of the Force- Anakin x OC (Elara)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!OC (Elara Pavan)

Synopsis: Darkness rises, and light to meet it. Anakin Skywalker was not the only child made of the force. Elora Pavan was born to the maiden queen of Jakku, a child of prophecy. She was discovered by Qui Gon Jin and his padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi six years before Anakin Skywalker would be discovered on Tatooine. The true child of the prophecy remained a mystery, and only Qui Gon knew the truth.

Chapter 1: The Princess (Coming Soon)

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astrajinn · 4 months

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Just a Memory

The three of them were running towards the ship; they were about to reach it, and behind them, a man on a speeder was coming after them, accompanied by a flying droid.

"Qui-Gon, wait, I'm tired," announced the boy, struggling to keep up with the other two.

"Anakin, get down/crouch," Qui-Gon yelled at the same time as the speeder passed over him, and he jumped, drawing a lightsaber with which he attacked Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon used his own immediately to start the confrontation.

"Get away," he asked, but at that moment, the droid began to shoot, and Astra pulled out her lightsaber to deflect the shots, protecting Anakin. They were trying to get closer to the ship, and she did the best she could.

"I said go!" she shouted when she saw her jump to the other side.

"When I'm done with the tin can," she complained, jumping again and cutting it in two.

At that moment, the ship took off and flew low, giving the girl and the Jedi time to jump on board. They fell to the floor once inside and were greeted by Anakin and Obi-Wan.

"Who was that?" the older one asked.

"I don't know, but he knows the ways of the Jedi. He probably was looking for the queen."

"Then we need to warn her."

"Let's be patient, Anakin Skywalker. He is Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Hello," he shook his hand. "Are you a Jedi too? Pleasure to meet you."

"I like him too."

"Qui-Gon, can we go back?" the girl asked.

"Did you forget something?" he asked worried.

"No, but we can probably trade Obi-Wan for Ani's mother," she suggested with a sinister smile.

They embarked on the journey to Coruscant, where the Council would receive them. Astra went with Jar Jar, R2-D2, and Anakin to a different room where they would sleep, but when the girl saw her friend trembling, she got up and told him she would get a blanket. Shortly after, Padme entered and started watching a hologram.

"There are already too many deaths; we must accede to his wishes. You must contact me."

"Will you continue to deny that you lie, or will you persist with this charade?" she pointed out as she entered, and at that moment, Anakin groaned.

"What's wrong?"

"It's so cold," he pointed out as Astra went to him and tucked him in.

"You come from a hot planet, too hot for my taste, and space is very cold."

"Tell me about it. Naboo is a tropical planet, and Paraddle is a snowy planet," he said with some sadness, still haunted by memories of his home.

"They look sad."

"The queen is distressed, her people are suffering and dying. We need to convince the Senate to intervene. I can't imagine what will happen," he explained, and the boy looked expectantly at the younger one.

"For over four days, I should have been somewhere else with someone I care about. I know Qui-Gon didn't inform her about the delay, and she'll be very upset if she doesn't hear news soon. It goes against the rules, but I love my planet and its people with all my heart."

"Paraddle is a very peaceful planet. How does a Jedi come from a place like that?" she asked curiously.

"I'm not the first, I can assure you. Even our queen was a Jedi."

"Can Jedi rule planets?" the boy inquired, not understanding.

"No, but she loved her people more than anything. She was the only heir, and when the time came, she left the Order forever and chose her people," she looked at Padme with a sly smile. "I don't know if I would have that courage."

"I'm sure you have that and more. Things are about to change, and I know it won't be easy, but I'm glad to have met you. I'll never forget you," she left them in the place.

"Astra," he called her timidly. "I made this for you," he showed her a necklace. "I carved it from a piece of Japor, so we'll always be together, and it will bring you good luck."

"Ani," she put her hand on his cheek and smiled at the gift. "We'll always be together," she assured without saying anything.

The children slept in the ship that day, and in the morning, each went their own way. Anakin went to the pilot's cabin, and the Jedi, the master and his two students, began to train. On that particular day, being on a ship and not having the proper equipment, they would have to meditate and learn to free their minds from all thoughts.

"Do this is impossible."

"Clearing your mind is not devoid of thoughts. It's letting them flow like a river. Don't cling to them; if they come, let them go just as quickly," the elder argued, trying to prevent the younger one from getting frustrated.

"Sir, we're about to arrive."

"Very well, you two, grab your things and get ready," he asked, getting up and taking his lightsaber.

The two of them got ready while half-arguing, as always, but it was rare that they didn't. They descended in the chancellor's ship and got off in order: first the three Force users, followed by Anakin and Jar-Jar. Then the captain and the queen with her handmaidens. When facing the chancellor and the senator, the first six bowed and let the queen pass. The children stayed on the side, and Qui-Gon pulled them towards him.

"It is a joy to see you alive, Your Majesty. The communications blockade greatly concerned us. I eagerly await your report on the situation. Let me introduce you to Supreme Chancellor Valorum."

"You'll go with them," the girl informed her friend. "Padme will take care of you, and then we'll come for you."

"And you?" he asked.

"My place is with Qui-Gon; we have something to do."

Everyone moved forward except the three members of the Order, and when they were about to get on their speeder, Anakin turned to look at them, and Qui-Gon signaled him to go.

"Alright, we have to go to the Council. Astra, for this time, don't jump on the walls."

"Can I use my speeder?"

"When we leave."

"And I hope you have a good excuse for Master Yoda," they walked towards their speeder. "He's been without his lightsaber for a week."

"I can always tell him you stole it," he threatened, getting on.

"You don't argue with Anakin as much."

The return to the Temple was not as Astra expected. She thought it would feel like coming home, but she felt empty, and a deep sorrow pressed on her heart. She unfolded her speeder and got on to move through it to the Council room, where Qui-Gon explained about the Sith they encountered.

"My only conclusion is that the attacker was a Sith Lord," he admitted with a rehearsed calm.

"It's impossible. The Sith have been extinct for over a millennium."

"Well, the one we saw was very much alive," the girl argued.

"I highly doubt the Sith have returned without us knowing," Master Windu pointed out.

"Difficult to see the dark side is," Yoda added.

"We will do everything possible to clarify this mystery and discover the identity of your attacker. May the Force be with you."

The padawan walked towards the door, while the youngling and the master stayed in the center of the room, hoping to report on Anakin's discovery.

"Master Qui-Gon, do you have anything else to tell us?"

"With your permission, Master, Astra can speak later. Could you wait outside?" he asked, and the girl bowed before leaving. "I sensed a disturbance in the Force."

"A disturbance, you say?"

"In a person," he corrected. "A boy has the highest concentration of midi-chlorians I've seen in a life form. It even surpasses Astra's."

"The midi-chlorians in Astra increase exponentially as she grows," Ki-Adi-Mundi pointed out.

"At a gradual rate, however, her last check two weeks ago indicated a level of 15,000 midi-chlorians. Two days ago, they had increased to 18,000. You know my suspicions regarding Astra, and I believe this boy was conceived by the midi-chlorians."

"Are you talking about the prophecy of the one who will bring balance to the Force and an incarnation of the Force itself? First, you believed it was Astra, and now you think it's this boy?"

"I don't intend to assume that..."

"He interrupted. "That's what you're doing, and you've already given your opinion."

"I request a test for the boy."

"You're asking for Jedi training for him."

"Finding him was the will of the Force. There's no doubt about that."

"You can present him to the Council."

"The girl can pass, and her concern can be clarified."

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan left the room, and Astra entered, walking with her head down out of guilt.

"What do you wish to talk to us about?"

"Excuse me, Master Windu, but I want to speak alone with Master Yoda."

"He decides that."

"The girl wishes to speak with me. Allow it, we can."

With that, all the other Council members left, and she approached Master Yoda, bowing at his feet, murmuring "apology."

"You want to return something to me."

"Yes, Master," she reached for her belt and took out the lightsaber to give it to him. "I swear I didn't steal it. I wanted to follow Master Qui-Gon, and the only way to get to the hangar on time was with my speeder. But when I used the Force to bring it, it brought me his lightsaber instead, and I ran out of time. And if I went, I would need to defend myself."

"From the Force, a design that my lightsaber be with you was. This journey is not finished. When it's over, you'll return it, and you'll get your crystal," he pointed, closing his hand and pressing it to his chest.

The masters entered at that moment, and Astra stood up to position herself in the middle of the room with a firm posture, looking at the others in their places, and spoke.

"I must ask something from all of you."

"You can say your request, then we'll decide" Windu indicated.

"Allow another master to complete this mission, I will go if you wish, and Obi-Wan can too. But relieve Master Qui-Gon" she pleaded, trying not to break down.

"I'm sorry, young Youngling, but your request must be denied. This is a minor threat, there is no reason to relieve him of his duty."

" If it's a minor threat, there's no reason why he can't be relieved."

" The answer is given, now you must leave. The boy's test will begin soon."

At that moment, Astra turned to leave, got on her speeder, and went with Qui-Gon, who was alone since Obi-Wan had gone to the dining hall for something decent after 5 days of eating granola or strange fruits. She thought about where to go for a moment, until she remembered the small garden in the temple where a tree stood, probably the only one on Coruscant. Qui-Gon stood in the place, lost in his thoughts, until the girl took his hand.

"You're afraid" the man asserted.

"Anakin worries me, Qui-Gon" she whispered, standing by his side.

"Astra, not only the boy is on your mind, and you know it" the master reproached "What are you afraid of?"

"Something will happen" she murmured, holding onto the adult's sleeve "The masters don't listen, I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to prevent it, or brave enough to face it."

"Courage is not the absence of fear, Astra" he caressed her head "And being strong does not mean lacking weakness. Courage, true courage, is to fight despite fear, and being strong is more than just defeating any enemy; it is moving forward even when everything is falling apart. But that doesn't mean you have to do it alone. Even if it doesn't seem like it, there will always be someone or something to help you keep going."

"But if something happens to you, I don't know what I'll do" she sobbed, hugging him around the waist "You're my father and my master, promise me you won't abandon me."

"My precious girl " he took her in his arms "Do you know why I named you "Astra"?"

"It wasn't because of the river" she asserted sadly.

"No, it's because that name has three meanings. The first comes from Paraddle's mythology, where it talks about planets and stars born as children from the love of two gods" he placed her near the railing "The second is because in your language, it means justice and goodness, and finally, it speaks of life, and you, you are life, Astra. From Adora and me. You will never be alone as long as we are here" he touched his chest in the area of his heart "You are the bravest girl I know. Many don't accept their own fear, and at your age, they know so little that they can't distinguish it."

"I want to be like you when I grow up."

"Don't try to be like me when what you should do is be yourself. You will be a very wise woman, Astra, even more than me."

Qui-Gon put Astra down, and they decided to go eat. They walked through the temple, or rather, Qui-Gon walked, and Astra used her speeder. Although it was strange for people to see the girl acting calmly, as they preferred to see her jumping on people and running on walls, it wasn't so strange when Master Yaddle joined them. Near the elevator, they met Qui-Gon's old master and chatted for a while before father and daughter continued on their way.

After lunch, they went to the council chamber to prepare everything for Anakin's test. When the girl went out to wait, she ran into the boy who was coming in with Obi-Wan, and they hugged before the older one asked.

"Do they have to test you too, angel?"

"No, my test was 6 years ago when I came here. I had to come here to prepare everything and because I escaped from the temple to go with Qui-Gon."

"I thought you could go on missions now, you fight very well."

"We don't usually go on missions until we are assigned a master" she explained calmly, forgetting that they had to introduce themselves.

"Is the test very difficult?" he asked worried.

"Honestly, I don't remember much about mine, although it's not as terrible as Obi-Wan says" they started talking through their thoughts, as they did at other times, and he instinctively took her hand "He's afraid of everything, but you and I are brave, and if you pass this test, we can become Jedi together."

"I promise I'll pass this test, and then you can teach me everything you know" he intertwined their fingers and smiled before letting her go towards the exit.

"Good luck, Anakin" "May the Force be with you"

When she left, the masters were astonished because they had seen the interaction of the children and could swear that they acted as if they were talking, when in reality they didn't hear anything, and they couldn't see their minds either. The master and the padawan who were not part of the council went out after her to wait, until a droid came to get them, announcing the council's call.

"Ani finished" the girl asserted.

" Well, let's see what happens, and try not to tell them they are fools. Last time you escaped punishment, this time it might not be so easy."

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Chut Chut Pateesa, a great day for all of us, why?

Because we are about to reach 500 views on Wattpad! And because tomorrow I will upload all the chapters to Ao3. And I assure you that we will go for more.

For my part, I hope you are doing well and that you had a pleasant weekend. I was supposed to upload this chapter yesterday, but correcting the spelling took longer than I imagined, and there may still be a few errors here and there.

As I always say, give it a lot of love, comment, follow me because that encourages me a lot to keep writing. And without further ado, my young Padawans, beware of the Sith, have an incredible night, and never forget that "Once you go down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny." May the force be with you.

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