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weixuldo · 1 year

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Regrets

anakin x f!reader

based on an this ask by @divxnee

(i’ve never written a pregnant reader, soooo bear w me pls hahah, also i’m sorry if this is a little sloppy, im jot the best with time jumping stories)

Fleeing order 66 with a baby on the way is probably as fun as it sounds.

(_____ indicate time jumps (flash back or present))

f/n=friend’s name

warnings: death, cannon typical violence, birth, cursing, implied sex, depiction of injury

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The dreadful sound of blasters and the chaotic struggles of jedi filled the temple. This was unimaginable; the Jedi Temple under attack, clones flooding in, and so many of your confidantes fighting for their lives. Never had you imagined that the order would fall.

Only a few hours earlier, you were strolling along one of the many balconies of the beautiful establishment, humming sweetly to the child in your belly.

You worked in the archive department helping jedi knights develop research portfolios for upcoming missions. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself part of the order, but you did spend most of your time around other jedi.

As a child you were classified as force sensitive, but your parents didn’t want to put you in danger, so they didn’t enroll you in the academy.

Around a year ago, a duo of Jedi were assigned to a mission that required research from your sector of the archives. You were presented with a bearded master and his taller padawan; Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker.

Of course all Jedi were heroes and almost larger than life, but you didn’t expect to be so starstruck by the duo.

You remembered giggling giddily when you heard they were who was being assigned to your sector. Your job required work with all kinds of Jedi, so you knew how to appear calm and collected, but something in your mind told you they were special.

You met Kenobi briefly a few years back when he was researching for his Kamino Mission under your advisor Jocasta Nu. But you never had the chance to formally meet his younger, more wild padawan. Yes, you had seen him in the halls of the library and you had made…intense… eye contact with him, but never spoke.

The first time they came in you made sure you were wearing your best robes; their pattern resembled that of head librarian, Jocasta, but were shorter in length and showed off more of your figure.

The men entered and greeted you formally, but you saw the lingering gaze general Skywalker gave you.

As the research sessions began, you found yourself becoming more and more compelled to the enigma that was Anakin Skywalker.

He was skilled in combat and strategy; he was the best star pilot in the galaxy for makers sake!

He was as handsome as he was talented; his sparkling blue eyes, his broad shoulders, the way his dimples appeared when he would smile at you…

But that was only half of the appeal, his personality was golden; he had so much passion for everything he did, research, combat, romance….

Jedi were not to form attachments, which, technically he succeeded in. But for the time being, he was quite… present.

You remembered his flirty remarks and all of the secret touches the two of you shared while Obi-Wan was deep in his research. You knew it couldn’t last- he was a jedi after all- but you enjoyed it while you could.

Sometimes he would come to the archives late at night to log “additional reading” and you would happen to be working the night shift.

Those sessions against the hidden bookshelves in the deepest sects of the archives were the most alive you had ever felt.

His soft lips against yours, the way his robes would brush against your thighs when he went down on you, the feel of his hair entangled in your fingers. Not to mention the way his mechanical hand would grip onto your waist as he fucked himself into you.

Maker, those nights were the best.

As things continued and the two of you became closer, he would often find himself at your door after long days of training or missions. You would welcome him into your home, feed him, and hold him in your arms until the early hours of the morning when he’d have to sneak out and get ready for the day.

You found yourself falling further and further for a man that could not be yours.

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A blaster shot landed uncomfortably close to where you were standing and a scream escaped you.

You were accompanied by a jedi whom you called your friend, he reached for your hand to pull you into another corridor away from the main fighting stage.

You followed, praying that you and your unborn child would survive. Everything in the temple seemed to stop when you felt a searing pain in your abdomen; the baby was coming.

You cried out and your friend whipped his head around, “Y/N!”.

With one hand you gripped onto your stomach and attempted to hold yourself up on a banister with the other.

“Please- H-help..” You begged

He swung an arm around you to help you to a more secluded room (there was no chance the two of you would make it out of the temple if you tried to flee).

Once the two of you entered an old training room, he gently laid you down on a training mat. You clenched your jaw as more contractions came- you knew you were due any day, but the stress of the siege definitely brought on the labor.

He sat between your legs and began coaxing you through the labor. You cried and cried, not only was this excruciatingly painful, but your world was under attack and this baby that you would deliver, may not even see the light of a new day.

Also you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Anakin, where was he? Did the clones kill him already? Was he protecting the younglings? Was he safe?

Not that he deserved your worries after what he did, but you just couldn’t deny the fact that you had fallen for him.

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After a particularly taxing mission, you found a banged up Anakin at your door at midnight. He was leaning against the doorway, cuts and bruises everywhere,

“Hey, Angel”.

You hurried him in and tended to his wounds, “You need to be more careful, you idiot”.

“I got back in one piece, that's all that matters right? Plus only one piece of me really matters for us” he joked, motioning to his crotch, but it made you more upset than anything.

“Anakin. You know that’s not true, you know I-”

He stopped your words with a shake of his head, “No, You know I can’t- we can’t…”

You brushed a stray piece of brown hair out of his face and responded, “Yes, I’m aware of your restrictions, but it doesnt change how I feel for you and I won’t lie and act like I don’t love you”

Maybe it was the exhaustion or maybe he reciprocated, but that night he allowed you to love him the way you wanted. That night, he too, reveled in your body, your mind, and your beauty.

“What are you doing to me?” he said, pulling you closer to his chest, once the two of you were finally settled down.

“Nothing you haven't already done to me” you responded, kissing him on the forehead.

His blue eyes blinked open and met yours, “I want to y/n…maker, you know I do…”

You didn't need to ask what he meant by that, you knew he meant love. You knew he couldn't, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. So instead you nodded to him.

“it’s alright, Ani… it’s ok”

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Weeks later you found yourself feeling odd, so you went to the clinic.

You were pregnant.

The nurses congratulated you, but you were more worried about what would happen if you told the father. You were delighted to have created a life with Anakin, but you were so afraid to tell him… what if he hated you?

In time, there was no way to hide your swollen belly from anyone, especially not the jedi you had been fraternizing with for the past few months. The two of you went on avoiding the subject, until one day he broke the silence.

“y/n, i can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” you responded, trying to keep the conversation under wraps.

“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t fucking full with a child.” he snapped.

“Well, I don’t see the problem”

“We both know it's my child…. I’m not allowed attachments and this child..”

“What Anakin? You won't be able to be a present father? Don’t you think I already knew that?! You can’t say you care for anyone, so why would I expect you to be there for this child?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, you don’t understand how it would feel to want to love something you couldn’t”

“Yes I do!” you yelled.

“Don’t fucking tell me that I don’t know how it feels! I’ve loved you since the first time you came to my door, Anakin. I know you can’t have attachments, but even so, I love you with my whole being!”

He breathed in and a look of sadness washed over his beautiful features.

“y/n, our mission is over so we won’t need to research…I think when our studies end, so should we”

There it was.

What you had been praying you wouldn’t have to hear.

It was over.

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With a final push, you felt your child exit and enter the world. You leaned back and relaxed your tense body, your friend wrapped the child and handed it over to you. You examined the child, it was a girl, a healthy baby girl.

Her cries softly subsided as you held her and kissed her head. Your friend cut the cord and helped clean you and the baby up.

The two of you sat in silence as the blaster fire and shouts of other jedi filled the halls outside. You looked over at your friend to thank him, but he was turned away from you and seemed to be shaking a little.

“f/n?” you called to him, worried.

Before you knew it he had swiftly turned towards you and plunged a dagger into your abdomen. You didn’t understand… why?

As you looked at him with wide eyes, he clenched his jaw, “I’m sorry, y/n… I-I’m so sorry”.

He took his dagger from your side and you slumped over, clutching the bleeding wound with your free hand. Your baby started crying as you tried to hold her with your other hand.

“f/n… I don’t.. W-why?”

“The jedi a-are corrupt, we must exterminate all remnants of the order so our new empire may rise”

The jedi snatched your daughter out of your arms and you screamed.

“every remnant of the order….” he exclaimed as he was about to kill your daughter.

In the blink of an eye the man was simultaneously shot by blasters and sliced by a blue saber.

As he fell you saw a hooded figure behind him, he looked familiar, but in your compromised state, you couldn’t quite tell.

“y/n!” the man exclaimed

Anakin.

“A-anak-” you stuttered before a sharp pain shot through your body.

He dropped his saber, grabbed the child, and ran to gather you into his arms. He looked into your eyes as he handed you the baby

“She yours” you managed, smiling slightly.

“Anakin I was so worried they k-killed yo-”

A squadron of troopers raced in, blasters at the ready; you gasped and tried to shield your child, but no shots ever came.

Instead, Anakin ordered them away and they followed his instruction, calling him “general Skywalker”...was he a part of this?

Slowly you turned your head to face him, “A-anakin?”

He forced the doors closed with his gloved hand and cast his gaze back onto you; his eyes softened as he saw you holding your daughter.

“y/n, I’ll get you out of here”

“No, no, they’ll kill me” you cried

“I won’t let them, come on you’ll be ok” he said

You shook your head weakly and moved your hand to show him the large pool of crimson blood that stained your robes and the floor beneath you.

“I don’t think I’ll make it out of this one, Ani” you tried to smile.

“No, NO! Please y/n! You have to!”

“Please take care of our daughter, Ani” you managed before your body fell limp in the former jedi’s arms.

Your daughter was silent as she slid out of your arms onto the floor beside you; her head propped up on your side.

“I love you…” Anakin whimpered out as he clutched your lifeless body to his chest.

He took a deep breath and let out a guttural cry that could be heard all across the temple.

For so long he denied his feelings and pushed you away, but when he finally tried to tell you his feelings, he was too late.

He loved you , he loved you during his research, he looked forward to taking you as his wife as soon as the order had been destroyed, but here you were, dead…. Because of him.

The sith that killed you was one that he and Palpatine had been working with… he killed you because of the ideology that Palpatine preached. The same ideology Anakin followed.

how could he have done this to you?

You were worried about Anakin's safety, even after he had been so cruel to you and your feelings…

You believed he was good. You thought he was saving lives, not taking them.

Now what was he left with? Guilt and misery.

The baby next to him began to cry and he remembered that was his child. His and yours.

You would live on through this child. He gathered her into his arms and comforted her. She could have been killed too…and it would have been his fault.

He wailed as he rocked his baby girl, what had he done?

Maker…what had he done?

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a/n: I hope this was good!! i tried to make it romantic yet angsty, also in this story we’re gonna pretend that padme isn’t his love interest and that he was looking forward to taking you with him as the jedi order fell.

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safety-writes-noms · 25 days

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Aguil noms? With tiny friend

when he sees a little human in distress after being stranded out in the ocean, of course he’s gonna help them out and ferry them to the nearest island with civilization! Does aguile tell the human this? Nope.

Kink blogs and nsfw blogs dni I’m a minor

#safe vore #soft vore #sfw vore #extreme cuddling #safe v/ore #sw answers asks #Sw aguile #nonfetish vore #nonsexual vore

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kenobihater · 3 months

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of all the star wars movies, which of them do y'all 1) enjoy the most 2) consider the best quality and 3) think you've rewatched the most. add your answers in the reblogs or replies, i'm genuinely curious how much of an overlap there is within everyone's three answers. mine don't overlap at all! they're revenge of the sith, empire strikes back, and the force awakens :^)

#len speaks #star wars #revenge of the sith #empire strikes back #the force awakens #not tagging more films than that bc i cant b bothered. incoming tag ramble ahead bc i have sw brainrot rn and im making it everyones prob❤️#i rlly struggled 2 remember if id watched tfa or aotc more. i went w/ tfa bc it was formative to me as a teen and ive seen it probably 6ish #times? whereas aotc was the first sw movie i remember (specifically the scene of obiwan serving c*nt in the bar lmao) but i've only seen it #for sure 4.5 and maybe 5.5 times. the .5 is from when i got bored after obi-wan's scene ended and ran off to go play in the mud or smthn 😭#i'm sure tfa will eventually get surpassed in number of rewatches by aotc and rots bc i don't fw the direction of the ST but that's my #current ballpark estimate of my total number of rewatches #as an adult tho if i just wanna watch a star war i'll go with aotc bc it's fun and ends semihappily and i can turn my brain off for the #spinny lightsabers. it's great background noise or for if you're sick or whatever. rots on the other hand? i won't talk through that unless #i'm quoting it with my brother and i am LOCKED IN 100% entirely entranced by it all #i almost picked rogue one for the best quality answer but i think the character writing is weaker and the facial cgi is creepy. esb beats #it by a hair imho bc of that. the vader hallway scene goes hard tho!!!#also i'm not covering shows or games or books or anything else in this post - simply the films. might ask abt shows later but that might #also give me hives bc so many of the shows suck ass and i don't rlly want ppl extolling the virtues of t.bb in my notes 💀#and yes i do think one's enjoyment and one's opinion of quality are two things that often overlap. but sometimes you just like something #bad and that's awesome. like rots is the best of the prequels by a large margin and i adore the opening and characters and many of the #scenes but that doesn't mean it's the best star wars has to offer ykwim? it's my specialest most favoritest sw movie but that doesn't blind #me to the dialogue lmfaooo

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cawsceries · 1 month

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your ocs 🔫 tell me everything and anything you wanna share

HI CRYPT i have a lot :]

so i have four main guys with an actual storyline (avry arlo rass rocks). technically five but the fifth doesn't have a name yet so we're not talking about her. and then i have funky little guys (moth, some other clones who i havent posted, and my newest guys cobra and lio!!)

avry is in her early twenties! she was knighted roughly a month before the clone wars began and wasn't supposed to lead a battalion at first. the jedi master who was going to lead the 409th battalion was several weeks away from kamino as the clone wars started, though, and avry was temporarily assigned to the 409th because she's closer and there isn't time to wait.

this temporary assignment is when she first met arlo, who at the time was a captain. in their third or fourth battle, the LAAT/i that was carrying arlo was shot down and his helmet was knocked off in the crash. avry lifted the rubble of the LAAT/i off of the survivors of the crash using the force-- if she hadn't been there, arlo probably would've bled out from his head injury before anyone managed to get to him.

shortly after this, the jedi master in charge of the 409th finally arrives! she's an older rodian training her second padawan, rass. she and avry's master are padawan siblings. avry leaves the 409th in the jedi master's capable hands and is assigned on several small relief missions.

of course, a few months later the 409th has an encounter with general grievous. the jedi master does not survive, but she does make sure rass will make it out alive.

avry is in the area, so she returns to the 409th. rass is supposed to go back to the jedi temple but they can't fathom leaving all of the clones they've befriended and fought beside-- they've already lost their master. so avry (impulsively) offers to take rass on as her own padawan.

and. well. this solves some problems. this also creates more problems. avry is already absolutely terrified about being responsible for a battalion. now she's also responsible for rass as well, who's basically her little sibling. she's not prepared for either of these things, but she's good enough at faking it so she's not going to think about it too much because she might break down and there isn't time for that. she can process everything when the war is over and everything goes back to normal.

she's very good at convincing herself that things will go back to normal.

arlo is doing better overall-- he's been promoted to commander (the original commander died a few weeks after avry left). he has a lot of confidence in avry. between avry saving his life early on, and the jedi master's competence and poise, he's a little ridiculously loyal to the jedi.

he's also a little bit blind to avry's flaws.

hold on. about arlo's pronouns: she is not thinking about her gender in universe until pretty late in the clone wars. i swap between she and he because she will end up using she/he pronouns.

rass meets rocks when their first master is still alive, while scouting out a droid factory. rass is leading rocks' squad and there are droids coming their direction. rass asks the clones if any of them have something that rass can throw to distract the droids. rocks hands over a rock. a few minutes later rass asks for another object. rocks hands over another rock. he has at least ten more.

rass nearly compromises the mission by laughing at the fifth rock produced. after this rass and rocks are inseparable. rocks, who is about an inch and a half shorter than the average clone, is delighted that he's no longer the shortest person he knows.

rass and rocks are my beloveds i love them dearly.

i also have a fair amount of info about avry here and some assorted info about all of these guys here

beyond my "main" four, i have moth (can be summed up by this and this) and cobra (very new guy. hes living his best life. having an affair with lio.) and lio (full name lio veniid. senator. a bit pretentious. not very significant politically. extremely disappointed by cobra's lack of appreciation for wine, has made it his goal in life to change this. its not working very well so far but they're both having a great time)

also fun fact: i have a curse in which i am incapable of drawing arlo's scar correct on any full piece. it's on the left side of her head. (forgot it) (flipped the canvas too many times)

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intermundia · 10 months

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in general, i think engaging with star wars from a place of realpolitik and political analysis is a fun thought exercise, especially with the canon and legends lore fleshing out the world a bit beyond lucas's archetypal story. there's a whole swath of authors who have written books and comics for adults that all take the premises of the movies seriously, the work of james luceno jumps to mind, so you can choose to dig into that lore and take it seriously as well.

the politics of the saga are related to but greatly simplified from our reality, and there is much that can be said about the way that the galaxy is designed, from george's viet cong inspired rebellion to his prequels era citizens united and bush era executive overreach. i think it's a mistake to take the jedi's role in government too seriously, as they are kind of a hand-wavy organized militia answerable to the legislative branch (and later executive during the war).

they're both a symbol of how the system works at its best and its worst. under the flourishing galactic republic, they're ideal ambassadors of peacetime diplomacy, whose arrival at a conflict resolves it using negotiation and limited force, before those conflicts sprouted into inter-system military engagement. but under sidious, they're arguably willingly misused to enforce peace on a wider scale, due to sidious's design of breaking the galaxy with a civil war.

i see many, many takes that say that the jedi should not be involved in politics at all, but i really think that's missing the point. you can take how they are being used as like a health test of the body politic, they're an epiphenomenon dependent on the republic as a whole. by the era of the prequels, they were a tool of an age that no longer existed, a more civilized one, where conflict could be resolved locally.

should they not have participated? as george has said many times, they were in a bind. would you act to save civilian lives from an invading army of droids who didn't care for or actively sought collateral damage? could you live with yourself if you had the power to help but did not? it was doomed from the beginning, they were in a trap and about to die, but is it better to fight or run away?

anyway, i got slightly off topic. engaging with star wars politically can be a fun and meaningful exercise, which even academics are not immune from the lure. here are a few articles that i enjoyed reading, if anyone is interested:

Charles, M. B. (2015). Remembering and restoring the republic: Star wars and Rome. Classical World, 108(2), 281–298. https://doi.org/10.1353/clw.2015.0014 (link) Conor Casey & David Kenny (2021): How Liberty Dies in a Galaxy Far, Far Away: Star Wars, Democratic Decay, and Weak Executives, Law & Literature, DOI: 10.1080/1535685X.2021.1991610 (link) Rackaway, C. (2020). Star Wars: The Fascism Awakens: Representation and its Failure from the Weimar Republic to the Galactic Senate. Studies in the Social Sciences, 1(1), 7-22 (link)

have at them and enjoy :)

#this is for the anon who asked yesterday #and i gave them the answer that i think is the most true #but also perhaps the least fun #here's some articles and my two cents #jedi order #sw

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communistkenobi · 1 year

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In the pre-Disney SW canon (beginning in the WEG D6 RPG), hyperspace travel time was based not on distance, but on how well-charted a particular route was wrt the positions/movements of planets, asteroids, and other navigational hazards. So, ownership of hyperspace "lanes" wasn't about owning the actual *space*, but rather the detailed chart data, kind of like licensing copyrighted map data for real-life navigation systems.

Oh that fucking rules actually

#sw.txt #asks #love this answer even more #sw meta

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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oh god prompt asks open I see??? how about something with both 1 and 4 with... boba maybe? rotj era boba. that edgy smug bastard. I haven't read anything with him in a WHILE 💔💔💔

ps ur writings are amazing!!

Punishment

Summary: You disobeyed Boba's rules, the rules that you agreed to ages ago, and now you have to face the delicious consequences.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: Smut. Oral, M receiving

Prompts: “I want to hear you beg” and "Swallow it. All of it."

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This one feels awkward, but I'm not sure if it's just written awkwardly, or if it's my uber religious upbringing making me feel that way. I'm going to guess that it is. I hope you like it!

Divider by Saradika

You can count on one hand the number of people who know where you live, and also know the keycode to your door and the code to your alarm system, so, when you’re woken up in the dead of night at the sound of your alarm getting turned off, you’re not half as alarmed as you could have been.

In fact, there’s only one person, other than you, who has both the door code and the alarm code.

And while burying yourself in your blankets and pillows is so very tempting, instead you sit up and swing your legs off the side of the bed. You don’t bother adding any additional clothes, the long shirt- his shirt, to be more specific- covers enough of your body to not be improper.

You step out of your room, and follow the hall into the living room. And a sleepy smile crosses your face as you see Boba quizzically eyeing a shelf that’s new since his last visit.

“It’s for your armor,” You say as a greeting, “Since I know how you hate leaving your armor sitting on the floor.”

He glances at you, and if you had to bet, you’d say that Boba knew that you were awake before you even got out of bed. He sets his helmet in one of the cubbies, on a stand specifically for his helmet, and then he turns to look at you properly.

A smirk lifts the corner of his mouth, “Is that my shirt, princess?” He asks.

You smile at him placidly, “Possession is nine-tenths of the law, so technically it’s my shirt now.”

“Looks good on you,” Boba replies, his voice a low rumble.

You cross the room at a lazy pace, and as soon as you’re close enough his arms are securely around your waist, and you slide your hands up his chest plate to wrap your arms around his neck, “Everything looks good on me, I am amazingly attractive.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” He says in agreement as his hands start slowly sliding the shirt up, revealing the simple cotton panties that you slipped on after your shower.

“If I knew you were on your way, I would have put on something else.” You admit with a small pout, “I bought some lingerie to show off for you.”

“Wanted to surprise you.” He admits in turn as one of his hands slides up to the back of your head, “Missed you.” He adds with a scowl, as if the admission pained you.

You grin at him and stand on your toes to chastely press your lips against him, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” You whisper against his lips. “And I missed you too.”

“Is that right? How much did you miss me?”

“A lot.” Your fingers move to the seals holding his armor on, and you deftly start popping them.

Boba lightly bats your hands away from his armor, and he takes over. He swiftly removes each piece and sets them on the shelf, until he’s stripped down to his undersuit, it takes about half a minute, and you watch him with an appreciative eye.

Your Boba is so attractive, you can’t help but admire when you get the chance.

“You know, princess.” Boba starts as he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, and you’re not the least bit surprised when you feel his hard length pressed against your stomach, “I was very surprised when I got that holo recording of you the other day.”

Your face flames, “Uhm…I can explain��” You start.

“Especially,” he continues over your, “Since I’m fairly certain I told you you weren’t allowed to touch your pretty cunt without asking.”

You pout at him and shoot him your saddest tooka eyes, “I missed you.”

“Is that an explanation or an excuse, princess?”

Your pout morphs into a grin, “Yes.”

Amusement crosses his face, “You know I have to punish you now, don’t you princess?”

Your pout returns, “But Bobaaaa-” You drag his name out in a distinct whine as you press yourself firmly against him and rock against his length, pulling a hiss from him. “Wouldn’t you rather just fuck me?”

“Rules are rules, Princess.” He counters, “And you did agree to the rules.” Boba reminds you as his hands tighten on your hips, his gaze is locked on yours, as if waiting for you to say something.

And you huff as you press your face against his chest. You did agree to the rules. Months ago. And you also know that if you say your safeword he’ll stop. But, stars help you, you don’t want him to stop.

So instead you look up at him through lowered lashes, “Did you not like my holo, Boba?”

His eyes glitter with desire, “I didn’t say that. I fisted my cock to that video multiple times since I got it.” He roughly pulls your shirt up and off and throws it to the side, “But just because I liked it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve punishment.”

You feel a thrill of delight, and you try to press yourself against him, but he holds you still with his firm grip, “So, what’s my punishment, Boba?”

“Hm, I’m beginning to think you want to be punished, Princess.”

You press both of your hands against your chest and shoot him a look of mock offense, “I’ve never done anything worthy of punishment.”

“Mm-hmm.” He hooks his fingers in the band of your panties and snaps them, pulling a yelp from your lips, “Take these off, Princess.”

You grin at him and obediently slide the thin material down your legs and toss them to join your shirt on the other side of the room.

“Hm, so you can be obedient.” Boba murmurs as he slides his hand over your bare ass.

“When it suits my purposes.” You confirm with a grin.

His hand lands hard on your ass, and you squeak and jerk away from his hand, and then you pout at him as he massages the sting away with his hand, “So you intentionally disobeyed.” Boba notes thoughtfully.

Your expression becomes angelic, and he chuckles.

“I want to hear you beg, Princess.” Boba says, his voice heavy with desire, “But that’s going to come later.”

“What!? Later?” Oh, that wasn’t supposed to be a whine, but it definitely came out as a whine.

He chuckles, a dark noise that makes you shiver, “Yes, Princess. Later.” His hand slides up your back. “Right now I’m going to take your mouth.” His hand slides up to rest on the back of your neck, “And if you even think about touching that pretty little cunt of yours, princess, this punishment will become even longer. Do you understand?”

You nod rapidly, your gaze already drifting to the bulge in the front of his pants.

He grabs your chin and lifts your gaze to meet his, “Use your words, princess.”

“I understand,” You say, “I’ll be good.”

“Hm, we’ll see won’t we.” He allows you to tug him over to the couch and he sits comfortably, while you grab a pillow for your knees and you settle between his legs, “Hm, someone’s eager.” Boba murmurs as he sets his hand on the top of your head.

You trail your tongue down his hard length, still covered by the cloth of his bodysuit, and then you look up at him, “I told you that I missed you.” You free his cock from his pants and immediately press a kiss to the leaking head as you grip the base with a firm hand.

You’ll probably never be able to take his entire length in your mouth, but you are very talented with your hands, and Boba’s never once complained about you lacking that particular ability.

You trail your tongue down his length, and then back up, before you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and you start a shallow bobbing motion while hollowing your cheeks.

Boba’s hands brush across your face as you work, pushing your hair back, tracing over your eyes, and absent praises fall from his lips mixed with his moans as you expertly work him over with your mouth and hands.

With every bob of your head you take a little more of him into your mouth, until you have as much of him in your mouth as you can handle. Boba’s gaze is locked on your face as you bring him closer and closer to the brink.

And then his hands are on your face, “Look at me Princess,” Boba says through a groan. Your eyes, which had fallen shut at some point, snap open and your gaze locks with his. “Swallow it.” He orders, “All of it.”

You hum around him and his hips jerk up at the sensation. And then his head falls back and a low groan escapes him as he spills his release into your mouth with little warning.

And you obediently do as he ordered, swallowing every drop of his release. You keep your lips around him, until you feel his hand on the top of your head, lightly stroking your hair to indicate for you to stop.

“Good girl,” Boba murmurs as you sit back on your heels, “So obedient, did so good for me.”

You shiver under his praise, and he chuckles, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it across the room, “Does that mean no more punishment?” You ask as you drag your gaze across his chest.

“Mm…no. It just means that I’ll be able to have your punishment last as long as I have planned.” He stands and helps you to your feet, one of his hands dipping between your thighs to brush against your dripping pussy, “Mm, so wet for me.” Boba murmurs as he kisses you quickly, “To the bedroom, Princess. I want you to find the toys you used in the holo. You’re going to put on a show for me, my pretty girl.”

At that, your face burns. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” He repeats. Boba takes a moment to slide his pants down, and he tosses them to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, and then he encourages you to head towards the bedroom.

#star wars #sw rotj #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #18+ fic #answered asks #clone thirsting #technically

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ari-leah-arts · 3 months

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Hello! I'll immediately apologize for the English, I'm translating this using Google Translate. But I was so delighted with your work and how you convey Vader and Piett. As they would say in my language, “they are such beads.” This means warm admiration and maximum warmth, and the characters in your art are truly wonderful. The way you took them apart for your art is simply delightful. I love it and thank you for the dose of serotonin. They are wonderful, magnificent and so… imperial. I am very glad that Tumblr included your blog as a suggestion; I thank you a hundred thousand times for your work, perseverance, zeal and such humor. You are a wonderful artist! Inspiration and good luck!

I'll immediately apologize for my tardiness. I wanted to do some art for this and didn't have a lot of time. (been trying to fill my sketchbooks)

Have a doodle of Vader and Piett expressing my gratitude. I never truly know what to say when I get asks like this. I get so happy and words fail me every time. I never feel like a "thank you" is good enough, but know your ask really made me smile and giddy. Thank you for that. Truly. I hope my art continues to inspire and give people a shot of serotonin.

(Off topic: but I am really proud of Piett's chest here for unknown reasons. When I drew it I was like "daaamn. Peak chest there" )

#darth vader #firmus piett #admiral firmus piett #admiral piett #star wars #sw imp #sw imperial #star wars imperial #my art #sw #ask answered #ask #pieder

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rochenn · 2 months

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Questions 5 and 19!

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I am a creature of no shame but you know what, yeah, I temporarily WAS mad about one thing that I didn't think would float my boat at all.

Imagine me, January of last year, growing a bit desperate while grazing the AO3 Dooku & Obi-Wan tag. Ok, maybe checking out the Dooku/Obi-Wan tag won't hurt? So I looked and concluded that what I was seeing there wasn't for me. EXCEPT. EX-FUCKING-CEPT for two fucking one-shots that rewired my brain and did irreversible damage.

And you know what that means! Fic rec be upon ye

The Last Laugh (M, non-graphic) by @bluedaddysgirl / 500 words—short, hilarious and incredibly well-crafted with an amazing word economy. Dooku biting off more than he can chew with Hardeen!Obi. Big win for people who enjoy Obi-Wan being an asshole!

Three Days of Thawing (T) by @prahacat / 15k. Evil witchcraft which hath rotted my brain. Jaw-droppingly beautiful prose and introspection. Might be my favorite Dooku voice, period. Also big win for people who enjoy Obi-Wan being a (past) manipulative asshole! (READ IT) (I'M SO SERIOUS)

#can't answer for number 5 because i'm only in two SW discord servers and they're both wonderful <3 #but yeah. dookuwan? not for me. UNLESS choice authors hit me with a steel chair. in that case: I AM INSATIABLE #count dooku #obi wan #ask #choose violence ask game #fic rec

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Kid Anakin most definitely asked obi wan if he was an angel.

This is a canon event. Yes he also asked Padme but these are two different angels. Padme is a standard angel! Padme glows goodness, beauty and nature (always has since she’s the queen of Naboo) but Obi-wan is a archangel. Older subtitle, hidden in a cloak with a small smile. A kind word, a gentle hand, but ready to protect and fight at any moment.

Anakin hides in Obi-wan’s cloak peaking his head out of the soft brown homespun while they wait for Qui-gon-jinn as he does stuff. Anakin feels safe, something he doesn’t feel without his mother. lol padme gets a little jealous and asks if she could try hiding with Anakin.

Obi-wan amused by the Queen and little boy, opens his cloak and Padme hides inside with Anakin. Padme, strong and proud allows herself this moment. Giggles like a kid and relaxed with Anakin. It’s been a while since she has acted like a kid. Yeah she’s just 14…freaking 14 and a queen.

As for Shmi, this event is what made her believe the Jedi where the right place for Anakin. Not only freedom but love and kindness. A chance to be a child as well.

“No Master, I have not seen our Dearest Padme nor Anakin Skywalker. I’m afraid I have lost them.” Obi-wan said hands hidden in his sleeves as his robes giggled.

“Padawan mine, I believe you’re cloak is infested. What could it be?” Qui-gon-Jinn holds Obi-wan’s cloak open making both children scream and start a game of chase.

Okay so I might of went off on a ramble but this was a fun thought. A moment of fun before all the stars and the wars lol.

#star wars #obikin #my writing #answered asks #my asks #ask me stuff #sw padme #qui gon jinn #anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #obi wan kenobi #are you an angel?

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Pancakes and Pastries

Linecook/Roommate! Anakin x GN!Reader

a/n: this is based on this lovely asks from @ddejavvu (link here). Just a preface, I didn't assign a gender becasue I wasn't sure what the ask implied (if u want me to change it I gladly will :) anyways, other notes will be at the end to clear up more abt the story.

You’re a terrible cook and only sell the baked goods at a small cafe downtown. Thankfully, your roommate, Anakin is an experienced linecook and is ready to make anything for you. Too bad he's a natural flirt, otherwise you might just find yourself falling for him.

Warnings: gn!reader, cursing, banter, no use of y/n

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6:30 a.m

The tiny brass bell above the cafe door dinged continuously as the working crowd came to grab a small bite before heading off to work.

The cafe was filled with the warm aroma of coffee beans and fresh pastries. The display windows held rows of all types of treats; macrons, muffins, strudels, bagels, cookies, toast, and many more. A plethora of coffee makers and different flavorings to cater to each customer’s specific desires, lined the back counter.

Mornings were always pretty busy, you were in the heart of the city after all.

You had gotten up ungodly early to prepare for the day, so once you got everything ready and opened the shop you were pretty tired. But regardless of the exhaustion creeping in, you still had a full shift ahead of you so you needed to put on your best customer service face and seize the day.

Latte, snickerdoodle cookie, iced chai tea with two pumps of vanilla, farmhouse roast with cold foam, 5 assorted macaroons, a slice of key lime pie, a frosted eclair, strawberry crepes. The orders came in waves and you prepared them all.

You weren’t even scheduled today, but your boss called you at the last minute because the new guy got fired for stealing inventory (really what was he stealing? There was nothing but ingredients in the back), so you hauled ass down here.

Sadly today the staff joining you today were rookies, so you had to take orders and keep an eye on them too.

It was bad enough that the bakers in the back were being lazy today, but to deal with new workers who didn’t know the system was even more frustrating.

It was going to be a a long day.

3:50 p.m.

The cafe closed early on Sundays, so you flipped the “we’re open” sign over and got ready to close everything down when you heard a knock on the door.

Whoever that was would just have to stay disappointed because you were too tired to deal with another needy customer right now.

They knocked again and you had to collect a calming breath to make sure you wouldn’t go off on them when you turned around. Much to your surprise behind the glass door was your roommate….your handsome roommate.

Anakin Skywalker was an interesting guy. Deviously handsome looks, insane confidence, witty humor, and radiating charisma.

A few months ago you were apartment hunting but the rates in the city were way too high for you to pay alone, so you put out an ad for a roommate. A lot of the requests you got were from older people and you didn’t exactly feel the most comfortable as a young adult, just starting out, living with someone two or even three times your age.

After a few days you stumbled upon Anakin’s application. Maybe his picture captured your attention… maybe you stalked his instagram to see if he was a serial killer (and to look at more of his pics).... Either way, the two of you obviously ended up living together.

When he first moved in you were worried he would be bringing chicks back every night based on his stunning looks and flirtatious personality, but thankfully you were mistaken.

He was just a normal guy; go to work, come home, shower, eat, sleep, repeat. You didn’t mind that at all, because your routine was basically identical.

A small blush rose to your cheeks as you headed for the door. His hair was held back by a folded black bandana and he had his own apron in hand.

“The door was open, ya know” you said, motioning him into the establishment.

“Oh, the sign was flipped, so I assumed…” he said, motioning to the door.

“Mhmm”

“We are almost closed, but i’ll allow you one purchase, just cause i'm so nice” you teased.

He walked up to the counter and surveyed the sweets, “oh, are you now? If you’re such a kind person, how about giving me a coffee cake on the house, sweetheart?”.

“Woah, woah, woah… you’re asking a bit too much there pretty boy”

He leaned over the counter slightly with a smirk, “aww, you think i’m pretty”.

In response you playfully rolled your eyes, “yuck! It’s just an expression, Skywalker, don’t get an ego about it” .

He grabbed her beaten up wallet out of his back pocket and laughed, “You already know i’ve got an ego”.

“That I do” you quipped back as you grabbed a coffee cake slice

“You love it though” he smiled as he handed you a ten.

Your eyes lingered on his forearm as he offered you the cash, he was a fit guy and the veins on his arms bulged just right; plus he was a line cook, so you knew that he had good dexterity in those pretty fingers too.

“Whatever you say”

You weren’t going to tell him, but you added your 50% off employee discount (since you were on the clock) just ‘cause.

The cash drawer popped open with a ding and you went to hand him back his change.

“You heading back to the apartment?” he asked as he gathered his cake.

“Yea, I’m gonna take a nap, I’m tired as shit. I’m guessing you’re about to go into work?”

He drew his lips into a thin line, “yep, I’m livin’ the dream. Are you gonna get lunch?”

“Probably”

“You should, food is important…Have a good afternoon though”.

You returned the gesture and went back to wiping down the coffee bar when you heard a few clinks and the door closed shortly after.

Your brows furrowed at the speed at which he left, but to be fair his shift was literally starting in two minutes. You walked up to the register to lock it when you saw he had tossed the rest of his ten in the tip jar; a small smile spread across your tired face.

11:02 p.m.

Your sleep schedule was so fucked up from all of these awkward shifts so you were just waking up from your nap (if you can even call it that).

Before you could register what to do next, your stomach let out a hungry growl and you groaned. You forgot to eat lunch and missed dinner so you were starving; sadly, it was grocery shopping weekend for you and you were out of instant meals.

A sandwich then.

You put on a small tank top and some gray shorts and headed to the kitchen. You hated cooking and you weren’t good at it either, so usually you had a salad kit, turkey dinner meal, or a premade acai bowl in the fridge. But since you were out of your usual options, you had to stick with a good ol’ PB&J.

You heard the click of keys in the door and you knew Anakin was back from his shift. Some of you wanted to dash back to your room and just wait until he went to shower to make it; you were lowkey intimidated by him. Before you could leave he noticed you and greeted you.

“Oh, Hey Anakin, how was work?”

“It was fine, the Sunday night rush is insane though, I’m so glad I go in later tomorrow” he groaned, sitting down at one of the barstools in front of the counter.

“You makin’ a little snack?” he asked, leaning over to see the ingredients in front of you.

“It’s more like dinner and lunch-”

His eyes widened, “lunch?! I thought you were getting something on the way back?”.

You shrugged, “I guess I forgot”.

“So you’re going to use a PB&J to supplement two missed meals?” he asked, bewildered.

“Uh huh” you nodded.

“No, no, no…” he muttered as he hopped off the stool and came around the counter beside you.

He took the knife from your hand and began to put the spreads away.

“Hey!” you exclaimed with a frown.

“Listen, If you’re going to break a two meal fast, I’ll be damned if I let you break it with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich” he huffed out a laugh.

“Alright wise guy, what do you suggest instead? We both know I’m a horrible cook”.

He bent down and grabbed a pan from the cabinet and some ground beef.

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously.

“I’m making you some food. Go ahead and sit down, I’ve got this” he said softly as he started up the stove.

“No, it’s really alright Anakin, you just got off of work. You really don’t have-”

“I want to,” he responded.

You stopped talking and took a seat as he maneuvered around the kitchen like he had been here his whole life.

He chopped the beef and while it cooked he mixed spices to season the meat with. You watched him intensely; when he cooked his brows furrowed in concentration and the right one arched ever so slightly.

He lightly bit his bottom lip when he shook the pan to flip the tiny pieces of beef, and the tendons in his pretty hands flexed with every movement.

You really shouldn't be thinking about your roommate this way, but sometimes it was almost impossible not to. Inside, you cursed yourself for even thinking you had a shot with him; he was just a generally flirty guy and acted the same way he did with you when you brought friends over (though he was honestly just being nice). Plus there was no way that you would be his first choice out of all of the people who wanted him.

Anakin stood over the pan and shook out the seasoning he had just made to flavor the meat. Sure, he was tired from a seven hour shift, but this was for you; when it came to you, he would do almost anything.

He wasn’t exactly sure when his little “crush” started, he just knew that it was definitely there. Maybe it was when he realized you worked in the cafe beside his restaurant, so he would pop in as often as he could to grab little sweets; ones he could easily make himself, but he chose to buy them just as an excuse to see you (much to the detriment of his wallet).

Or maybe it was when he realized you discounted all of his purchases.

Or was it those late nights where the two of you would put on movies and share funny commentary whilst sharing a bowl of popcorn.

Or was it simply because of the way you maneuvered through life? Your sunny disposition, wonderful personality, and genuine kindness… plus you were drop dead gorgeous.

Whatever it was, he was locked in… of course he still kinda flirted around, but he was a natural flirt. At this point he couldn’t imagine wanting someone as much as he wanted you, he was entrapped by the possibility of having you in the future.

But of course, being the oblivious guy he is, he had no idea his feelings were reciprocated at all. So he chose not to act on his feelings out of fear of losing his spot in the apartment (if it went bad, you could kick him out and look for a different roommate to replace him).

“It’s done,” he said, turning the oven off and putting the pan on a cool burner.

“What is it?” you asked, walking around to his side.

“It’s meat for a taco,” he said, grabbing some cheese, guac, and lettuce.

“Oh, wow! That’s awesome, you made that so quick!” you exclaimed, looking at the pan.

“Here, let me grab a spoon to get the meat out” he said passing behind you.

Your eyes widened when you felt his strong hands on your waist as he moved past; did you feel that right? Did his hand linger? And why were you feeling hot?

“Here” he handed you the spoon.

“Thanks Anakin, this is really sweet” you said, getting your taco ready.

“No problem roomie” he said in a sing-songy voice.

“And with this you’ll have left overs so you can have lunch tomorrow. Don't forget again” he fake scolded.

“Alright dad” you quipped back.

He laughed and shook his head as he headed back to his room to take a shower. You observed his broad back as his shirt defined his shoulder blades and muscles while he walked.

Fuck. You were getting way too attracted to him.

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You woke up to a sweet aroma of pancake batter and fresh fruit. It wasn’t often that you and Anakin ever got up around the same time but apparently today was your lucky day.

He truly loved the culinary arts because he never faltered with his ambition to prepare a quality meal. He cooked breakfast a lot, but most times you were already at work and just saw the dishes in the sink or only got to have a quick bite. Though, every so often, on a rare day like this, both of you were able to share a delicious breakfast together (he always made sure to make breakfast for you when he knew you were off).

You walked out of your room with a yawn and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Once you took a seat he handed you a freshly made plate and tossed some strawberries on top.

“Look who finally decided to get up” he joked with a smirk.

You yawned once more, “Listen master chef, if my boss didn’t call me in for every little inconvenience- maybe my sleep schedule might not be as fucked”.

“Fair, fair” he nodded.

“Thanks for breakfast, it looks yummy”

“Of course” he smiled back

You looked at the plate with hungry eyes, it looked amazing, the only other thing you would add was-

“You want some of this, don't you?” Anakin smiled, flaunting a new bottle of whipped cream in front of you.

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes.

“I know how you take your pancakes,” he laughed, “you’re very predictable”.

“Am I?” you said before trying to quickly grab the can from his hand.

He laughed again and raised his arm higher, “that’s not gonna work and you know it.”.

“What can I do to get some whipped cream around here?” you cried comically.

“Well this stuff isn't cheap and we’re going through the largest national whipped cream shortage in history” he said, trying to sound serious.

“Oh, wow that’s tough” you returned with an unamused tone.

“Isn’t it though?” he added.

“I guess if you want some, you’ll just have to pay me” he looked away.

“With what Mr.whipped cream enthusiast? We both make shit money” you exxagerated.

“I may consider non monetary payment… possibly a kiss on the cheek?” he said.

“You want me to kiss you on the cheek?” you asked.

It probably came out more rude than you intended, it was only becasue you were flustered and your tones always got jumbled when you were nervous.

“Well you know what they say, “kiss the chef”. But if you don’t want any whipped cream…” he stated; he was a little nervous that he put himself too out there (he was never the best at subtlety).

“No, no! I want my whipped cream, so I will comply” you said proudly.

“Alright” he smirked.

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… …

“Are you going to come collect your compensation or just stand there with the bottle in your hand?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, right. How dare I make a customer wait” he smiled, walking towards you.

“You’re so full of shit, Skywalker '' you teased as he bent down so you could kiss his cheek.

He felt butterflies when your soft, pillowy lips landed on his flushed cheek. How he had imagined that feeling.

“Alright, here you are mam” he shot out a dollop.

“That’s it?!” you exclaimed, unsatisfied.

“Each shot is one kiss” he shrugged, “national shortage…remember?”.

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes and continued to kiss his cheek until you were satisfied with the amount on your plate.

“Alright, alright. Thank you for the great customer service, I'll be sure to leave a good review on yelp” you joked as you pushed him away so you could eat in peace.

“Much appreciated, thank you mam” he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever” you responded, with a light blush tinting your cheeks.

5:30 p.m.

Anakin groaned from his room before entering the living area with his scrunched up apron in hand. HE stopped in his doorway to stretch.

“Man, I really don’t feel like going in today”.

You hummed in acknowledgement, “It shouldn’t be too busy, since its only a monday ''.

“Yeah, I hope so” he said, putting his work shoes on that he kept by the door.

You glanced over your shoulder to look at his muscles rippling as he tied the laces; it was mesmerizing.

He stood and you whipped your head around quicker than you thought was possible.

“Alright, I’ll see you later. It’s my week for trash right?” he asked, grabbing his keys.

“Mhm”

“Ok, I’ll take it out when I get back tonight. Don’t worry, I won’t forget” he smiled before waving a small goodbye and shutting the door.

Something about him was just so homely, he was so sweet and thoughtful; you felt that living with him was just natural at this point.

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The restaurant was actually pretty busy when he first arrived, he saw a few party tables as he walked in. Great…

After clocking in, he got straight to work; manning the char grill, making sure all the orders were getting out in a timely manner, and goofing around with the other cooks.

In passing one of the cooks asked how his crush was doing.

“What do you mean?” Anakin innocently asked with a stupid smile on his face.

“Oh, just the one you live with. Ya know, no biggie” he laughed.

“Doing well, I made us breakfast this morning,” Anakin proudly stated.

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All of the staff knew about Anakin’s not so little thing for you. He had been working at this restaurant for a while and was pretty acquainted with everyone. The cooks all knew abt you because everyone liked to talk in the kitchen, plus some of the other guys were curious about Anakin’s love life, seeing that he was so desirable (all of the waitstaff thought he was fine as hell).

He showed them your instagram when the two of you first started living together and everyone in the kitchen cheered him on.

The waitstaff on the other hand were not so thrilled that the handsome and mysterious line cook already had his sights set on someone else… someone who wasn’t them. Of course they were jealous, but when they got your insta from Anakin, they couldn’t even find anything bad to say about you;l you were stunning.

Doesn’t mean they liked you though…

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A new order buzzed onto the screen above that had all sorts of modifications; Anakin was about to groan, until he recognized something familiar…

Usually no one asked for a salad without tomatoes and cheese but instead with rice, cucumbers, raspberries, strawberries, and chicken- or cinnamon on their mashed potatoes; there was only one person he knew who ever ordered such a peculiar combination.

You.

The waitress who rang in the order walked by and Anakin caught her attention.

“Hey, the person who ordered thi-”

“Yeah, I know. They’re such a pain. Like, at this point, just make it at home if you want so many modifications” she rambled

He then described your appearance to her and asked if the customer fit the description.

“Yea, sounds like ‘em” she said before carrying on with her work.

He smiled, you came into his place on your day off. Suddenly he felt a warm sensation in his chest.

The waitress came barreling back in and shouted Anakin’s name, “they apparently forgot to say they didn’t want-”

“Butter on the mash” he finished, already knowing what was coming next.

“Yea, how’d you know?” she asked, confused.

“That’s my roommate, I make this for us all the time back at home”.

She gave him a look before walking away to whisper something into another server’s ear. He knew they were then going to go out and judge you because they were jealous. Typical.

He continued to make your plate with care and since it wasn’t busy, even spent time drawing a little hearts with the cinnamon and salad dressing (not very subtle Anakin).

The other cooks notice and start making fun of him and he playfully starts winding up a rag to snap at them.

Once your food has been run he slipped out of the kitchen for a “bathroom” break; obviously everyone knows where he’s going.

He walks out into the front house and is immediately relieved by the cooler AC in there, next he scanned the tables and booths until he spotted your familiar face.

Soon enough he offers himself a seat in the booth opposite of you.

”Anakin!” you exclaim, “You scared me”.

“My apologies Sunshine, Just thought I’d come out and see my favorite customer” he said before winking.

“How’d you even know I was- “ you began before you looked down at your plate and realized.

“Yea, not many people are out here ordering such a peculiar combo” he teased.

“I should have known it was you who made the plate, well with the hearts and all. That must take a lot of time, they were really precise” you said, taking a sip of your water.

He laughed before answering, “I reserve those for very special guests'' (he only did those when you came in).

“Well, I wonder if you do this to persuade certain “people” to cut back on your rent for the month” you arched a playful brow.

He clenched his chest and looked offended, “Of course not! I would never do such a thing”.

You laughed at his stupidity.

He loved making you laugh, it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.

You saw a few other cooks poking their heads around the wall that divided the kitchen from the seating in curiosity.

“I think your co-workers want you to hurry up” you smiled, pointing towards the entrance to the kitchen.

He let out a sigh, “I guess so”.

As he stood you thanked him for stopping by; “My compliments to the chef” you teased.

“I am always at your service” he dramatically bowed before jogging to the back.

When he left you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your heart was racing… you were in too deep (but so was he).

Anakin spent the rest of the night happily making orders; he no longer cared he was at work, because you had just made his day.

Everyone in the kitchen began to tease him because he had a certain glow to him and they all knew why.

“When are you finally gonna go on a date?” someone asked him.

“Yea, you seem pretty damn sure about this one” another butted in.

He smiled to himself, “Soon guys. soon…”

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a/n: The reader likes some weird ass combos lmfaooo. Basically these two are both missing the point that the other likes them. Now to clear up some things, I know cafe's are usually open all day but I needed it to close early for the plot. Also, I worked at a steakhouse and modeled Anakin's work as such just cause its what i'm most familiar with (Ironically I don't eat meat lol).

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