#i'm planning to make anakin ones too

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One thing that caught my attention while watching The Phantom Menace in the theater, a movie I didn't expect to find anything new with after how many times I've seen it and analyzed it, was that Sidious mentions multiple times that he has to change his plans to fit the new circumstances. It got me to thinking about how Palpatine gets credit for his carefully crafted plans, but often times not for how flexible he is in changing them on the fly, especially in time travel fics where someone destroys one of his plans and that's the end of it. Which, I'm not advocating against, I love a good Take That Wrinkled Walnut The Fuck Down However You Gotta Do It fic and I don't want them to change! But in canon Palpatine makes note of things he's not expecting, like:

When Valorum sends the Jedi as ambassadors, it's not part of Sidious' plan: DAULTAY DOFINE: This scheme of yours has failed, Lord Sidious. The blockade is finished. We dare not go against the Jedi. DARTH SIDIOUS: Viceroy, I don't want this stunted slime in my sight again! This turn of events is unfortunate. We must accelerate our plans. Begin landing your troops. NUTE GUNRAY: My lord, is that… legal? DARTH SIDIOUS: I will make it legal. NUTE GUNRAY: And the Jedi? DARTH SIDIOUS: The Chancellor should never have brought them into this. Kill them immediately!

On the Trade Federation ship, after Queen Amidala has disappeared from Naboo, Palpatine originally planned that she would be forced to sign the treaty, and then brings in Maul to deal with this. DARTH SIDIOUS: And Queen Amidala, has she signed the treaty? NUTE GUNRAY: She has disappeared, My Lord. One Naboo cruiser got pat the blockade. DARTH SIDIOUS: I want that treaty signed. NUTE GUNRAY: My Lord, it's impossible to locate the ship. It's out of our range. DARTH SIDIOUS: Not for a Sith. This is my apprentice. Darth Maul. He will find your lost ship.

On Naboo, after Padme allies with the Gungans: NUTE GUNRAY: We've sent out patrols. We've already located their starship in the swamp....It won't be long, My Lord. DARTH SIDIOUS: This is an unexpected move for her. It's too aggressive. Lord Maul, be mindful. MAUL: Yes, my Master. DARTH SIDIOUS: Be patient... Let them make the first move.

Palpatine's plans aren't static, they adapt and change with the events that happen, just as the other characters react to new information and head in new directions for it, so too does Palpatine and I think it's interesting to note that part of what makes him such a good villain is that he has an outline for what he wants to do, he sets up the dominoes of what he needs, but even when they don't fall precisely into place, he generally gets what he wants. He originally intended that Padme would sign the treaty, the Jedi wouldn't be involved, and that would lead to a vote of No Confidence to oust Valorum, using the sympathy for Naboo as a way to boost himself into the position. But he didn't really need her to sign it and still managed to use the sympathy for Naboo to get elected, it ultimately didn't matter what happened to the planet, so long as it was in danger while he needed it to be, he could use it either way. Nor, honestly, do I think he ever planned for Anakin Skywalker's existence, he had no idea they would find such a boy on Tatooine or how useful he was going to be, that was another way he changed his plans once the opportunity arose. Or a lot of his plots in TCW--he has Cad Bane steal the list of Force-sensitive children and kidnap them, bringing them to Mustafar for some sort of program to use them probably not too unlike how he uses the Inquisitors later. That plan is foiled by the Jedi, the babies are returned to their families, and Sidious' plans fall through, but that doesn't really change the outcome. tl:dr: I don't think Palpatine gets enough credit as a villain whose plans shift and change along with the new events that happen, just as much as the heroes' plans shift and change when new things happen. Yeah, he's a great villain because he creates an impossible trap for people, but also because the thing about him is that he's incredibly charming and charismatic and he knows an opportunity when he sees one, that any one given plan might fall through, but it's not necessary to his overall plot.

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The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU) | Chapter 4

NSFW! Minors DNI!!! Summary: The moment the thesis competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the engineering department. He's the only other person smart enough to beat you, and the only other person insane enough to stay in the lab until midnight every night. He's also an asshole, but you're starting to think maybe he's not as bad as you thought he was... Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader CW: oral sex (m receiving), praise kink, maybe mild degradation. semi-public sex WC: 6.7k AN: sorry this took so long to churn out y'all! i'm currently at a crossroads where i could make this fic end at 5 chapters, or extend to 10 and really cook the plot. please let me know which you'd prefer!! i really love all the responses from every single one of you, and, if you all want to see the crazy shit (and smut) i have planned, i'd love to hear it! until then, enjoy this self-indulgent chapter. requests and asks are open, as always <3

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, [Ch. 4], Ch. 5, Ch. 6

Chapter 4: Breaking

Anakin woke up first. Because of course he did. Because of course the universe tortured him with the beauty of your sleeping face, naked in his arms. Last night was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and that counted winning Nationals and his first Lego Robotics kit. The previous night, when you lay down on his chest and said all those sweet things, no anger in you at all, he felt his stomach do a full flip, and he accepted right then that he loved you. Once he let the thought in, it was done. He loved you. And that was pure torture, because he knew he wouldn't do anything about it. The two of you were too delicate, too breakable right now.

He watched your sleeping face in the morning light the way a moth watches the moon, bright and so unattainable, with your peaceful eyes and full lips. Those same lips that sneered at him, that told him how smug and horrible he was. He really didn't know how he could be so stupid as to sleep with you. Anakin knew he was never someone who could keep his feelings and his dick separate. He knew it. But the second that you seemed interested, he offered it so freely, probably because he was already done for at that point. Last night, he wanted nothing more than to make you feel pleasure, to make you shake under him and say his name. And now, he was aware of what he had done to himself. What he had been doing to himself since freshman year.

The thought propelled him to get up, to move around. Anakin never could stay still for long. He closed your bedroom door softly, trying to avoid waking you up after he put his clothes back on, then sat on your couch to have a moment to think. A moment where he couldn't smell your shampoo or feel the skin of your stomach against him. Fuck. He leaned his elbows onto his thighs and put his head in his hands.

What was he going to do? Could he even do anything at this point? If he told you how he felt, that he wanted to be more than just someone you slept with, he genuinely didn't know what you'd say. What was the probability that you had feelings for him? Something other than just carnal, animal desire? He'd been noticing, lately, that you were less likely to snap some rude comment at him. That you were, maybe, just maybe, softening towards him. Maybe he was just deluding himself into reading into the soft touches last night, or the fact that you didn't kick him out. But maybe he wasn't. And maybe you'd be scared away by the suggestion that he had feelings for you, for any one of a million reasons. You were only six months from graduation, or some ex still had your heart, or maybe you just didn't want to be seen with him. There were infinite possibilities, and he didn't know which, if any, would happen if he told you. The uncertainty was killing him.

But the biggest thing stopping him was the competition. It made everything so hard between you, and maybe he would have said something if he didn't have to see you every day for hours until he graduated. If he could just run away if you rejected him to lick his wounds in peace. But, if you said no, he'd have to watch you ignore him, watch your perfect, deft hands build something brilliant.

He felt like an idiot. He had put himself in this position. And he couldn't really afford the time commitment of spending hours a day with a fuckbuddy/girlfriend/whatever this was right now. He hadn't fucked you without thinking about it, it was just that he was weak around you. Sure, he was horny and repressed and hadn't gotten some in a while. That's what hands were for. But, in all honesty, he hadn't been interested, really interested, in anyone since sophomore year. Then you came along, the one person he should hate, always next to him in the lab. As he got to know you better, he felt that lump growing in his chest, the one that meant that he was going to be hurt, inevitably. That much love never ended well.

Oh, fuck, what have I done?

He heard hinges creak, and, for a second, he thought you were up, but it was Ahsoka, heading out for a run based on her joggers and jacket. And he was wearing last night's clothes in your living room in the early hours of the morning. Shit. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened, from the timing to his messy hair.

"Hey, Snips." His voice wasn't as confident as he hoped it would be, but Ahsoka took pity on him.

"Hey, Skyguy," she said, sitting down next to him on the couch and wrapping an arm around him. Anakin hesitated for just a moment, before leaning his head onto her shoulder. She was his second-in-command, and she knew things he didn't tell pretty much anyone else. Ahsoka was dependable, if annoying. She was who he imagined his little sister would be in some alternate universe where he had a bigger family. It irritated him to no end that she could read him like a book, especially with the look she was casting him. She knew the slump of his shoulders, the faraway look in his eyes.

"You caught feelings, didn't you?" She said into the silent room. There was a peace, a still serenity to the morning, and he found himself tired of hiding.

"That easy to tell?" He let out a little snort. Of course it was.

"Yeah." For her, at least. She'd seen him cry in pain after a competitor dislocated his shoulder, and she'd seen him go through his breakup with Padme. "Well, why don't you say something?"

"I'm scared that it wouldn't work out, that it would end badly." The confession was quiet, vulnerable. Anakin could practically hear Ahsoka rolling her eyes affectionately.

"You're already enemies. You literally hate each other. How much worse could it get?" There was a smile in her voice, but Anakin was serious.

"So much worse. You don't know--I don't think I could handle silence. Anger, hatred, that's whatever. But silence, not talking, that would kill me. When we're just casual--it's safer. Even if it fucking hurts." He'd never been a guy for casual hookups. He'd never had one before. Anytime he had sex with someone, it had to be emotional for him. Deeply.

"But you already have feelings, so you're going to get hurt if it ends, regardless of what label you put on it. Just… say something, Skyguy." Her arm wrapped around his shoulders squeezed him comfortingly. He nodded, still far away in thought. The possibilities spun around in his mind like debris in a hurricane, smacking him around like a ragdoll. Everything was chaos, and he just wanted to learn more. To know more about how you felt.

"I think I just need more time. To figure out what this is. If there's anything I can do. And I can't let myself get distracted from work," he said. The problem was that, when he got like this, he knew you would be the only thing on his mind, night and day. The only thing that kept him from going insane would be his work, what he was building, but you would always be there when he was working. And that would throw him off his game by a country mile.

"You work too much, Skyguy." Anakin barked out a laugh, a resentful sound.

"Maybe." What was too much? He didn't know the concept.

Every second, every iota of willpower within him was dedicated to getting through college and getting a good job. To making a future. To making money. He swore to himself, when he learned what a bill was and why his mom would cry in her room when the envelopes with the red stamps came to their door, that he would never let her worry about money again. She had done enough of that for a lifetime. Whenever she got him a gift that he knew was expensive, his heart would break. After she bought him the Lego Robotics set, he said he didn't want any gifts for Christmas anymore, only his birthday. Said he didn't want to celebrate consumerism, or some bullshit like that. He used the set until it stopped working. And then he fixed it, and wore it out again. For years, he was angry about how unfair it all was, how the world could punish his mom this way, but all of it boiled off until all that was left was determination, thick like syrup. Then he started the odd jobs, fixing computers for people with small bits of equipment he borrowed from the school robotics team. He worked part-time at the dojo in exchange for lessons, and collected every scrap of prize money he could. He'd slip the twenties he got into his mom's wallet in the middle of the night, his bare feet padding on the tiles, hoping she wouldn't notice.

He only accepted Coruscant University because of the full ride they gave him. If they had offered any less, he would have had to go to Tatooine State University. And now, if he won, $10,000 was enough that he would probably have to make up some excuse for her to accept it, like a thank-you gift for being a good mom. Or maybe he'd invest it and take out small chunks once a month that he could slip into the family bank account, maybe pretend he got a new part-time job. That is, if he won. If.

Whenever he thought about not winning, about what that would mean, he felt a pit open up in his stomach, sucking him up whole. But if he won, a different pit opened up. You'd never forgive him for it. He knew you'd never be able to get over the resentment, the anger at him if he won. You held grudges longer than anyone he'd met before, and this would probably be unforgivable in your book. That was, if he even won.

"When did life get so complicated? If I win, I feel guilty because it'd ruin everything that we're doing. If I don't, I don't even know--I have to win. I can't afford not to. I--I just wanted to make robots." The feelings spilled out of him, letting some pressure off of his heart, but he could feel his eyes prickling. Anakin blinked quickly, getting rid of even the threat of tears. Ahsoka could tell, he knew, but she had the decency not to mention it. The arm around him rubbed his shoulder, saying I know. It's okay.

"It doesn't seem that complicated to me. All you can do is your best with your project, and with… other things. It'll all work out, I promise," Ahsoka said, with such authority in her voice that Anakin believed her.

"Thanks, Snips." He pried himself off of her shoulder, though it was a Herculean task, and threw her a forced smile.

"Oh, and if you tell anyone about this, I'll make you do sprints at practice," he added, and she laughed. Ahsoka pushed off the couch and grabbed her water bottle, then was at the door in a moment.

"I'll see you later, and… I do mean it. Say something," she said as she opened the door and slipped out of it.

That left Anakin alone on your couch, thinking and turning the possibilities over in his mind until he lost his patience and came back into your room. You were still laying in bed, and his heart ached. Anakin came up to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Something you probably wouldn't have let him get away with if you were awake, honestly. You shifted a bit

"Good morning, sleepy. Let's get to work," he said.

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Anakin spent the rest of the day distressingly far from you. First, after you had breakfast together, which made his heart race in an almost embarrassing way, he had to leave immediately for a meeting at the Jinn lab. Then, he had to race to TKD practice, because he was teaching the intro, the intermediate, and the advanced group today, which was definitely evidence that God hated him. He shoved some kind of sandwich from a dining hall down his throat on the shuttle back to the engineering department, where he then sat for four hours working on replicating the results from some test Obi-Wan had run that morning. At some point, he ate two protein bars from his backpack. Anakin was so busy, he almost didn't have time to think or feel, and that soothed him the slightest bit.

Then came the thesis lab, at 10. It was packed to the brim with students. All twelve of your cohort apparently found their way out of the woodwork tonight. He checked the calendar. Seven days until fall semester submission, so that made sense. Most of them probably hadn't even started. Whatever, that just meant less real competition.

When he entered the lab, his eyes found you instantly, the way they always did. You'd saved the workbench across from you for him, a gesture which almost made Anakin pass out. He tried not to read into it as a sign of affection, he really did. He did not succeed. You gave him a little wave and a smile, asked him how his day was, and he went almost dizzy with joy.

By the time an hour passed, he realized that he had done remarkably little. He thought back to that morning, when he was sure having sex with you had been a bad idea precisely because it felt like such a good idea. Anakin decided that he was correct to feel that way, because he couldn't focus on anything right now. You bent over your lab bench to reach something in the back, and he wanted to walk over and sink his fingers into your soft cheeks. Maybe something else. When you lent over your workstation, which was across from his today, and he got a perfect look down your shirt to your perfect bra and tits, he tried to hold back the flashes of how your nipples felt under his fingers and tongue. Each stretch of your lithe neck reminded him of how desperately he wanted to suck a deep red mark right there, then watch you walk around with it.

He really was trying to resist, but he wasn't good at it. Anakin already knew he was weak when it came to you, but this was a whole new level. He was hard, in public, because of you. While he pretended to read an email sagely, a hand crept under his lab bench to palm himself, just to take the edge off. Somewhere around his hip, he remembered Obi-Wan could be watching, either now or years down the line, and his hand retreated to the desk. So much for that idea. But he could deal with a little erection, right?

Wrong. So, so wrong. Because, right in his line of sight, you were trying to unplug a stuck power supply, and you were making these sounds, these grunts and groans, that went straight to his cock. Fuck. Each sound that escaped you sounded almost like your little moans while he ate you out. He could practically still taste you, feel the nub between your legs under his tongue. When you finally got it, you let out a little celebratory yes! which was definitely something he heard last night when you were riding him. The weight of your body on him, the way your tight pussy swallowed his cock whole as he looked into your eyes, the smell of sex in the air.

The image was too much. Anakin's resolve crumbled, and his hand went down all the way until it reached his sensitive head and applied just enough pressure to satisfy the itch. Apparently, that wasn't nearly enough, because his body immediately demanded more more more, greedy and obsessed with what you were doing to him. He had never been this hungry for someone before, like you were the very air he needed to breathe. Since you arrived at the lab, it had been sheer torture. It had gotten him to the point where it might just break him not to fuck you, and soon.

Anakin took a deep, ragged breath, then turned to his project. He inspected what he had done, and he found that he had connected the wrong resistor to the top of the circuit, as well as put the input cable in the wrong place. If he had turned it on, it would short the whole thing. Probably blow out the MPU6050-6 gyroscope and accelerometer chips he had spent hours soldering on yesterday.

Okay. Enough was enough. If his horniness was getting in the way of his work, he had to go take care of it. Nothing could stop him from winning. Anakin muttered out that he was going to the bathroom and rushed off down the stairs to the basement, to one of the private bathrooms.

As soon as the lock clicked behind him, his right hand immediately locked onto his cock through his pants, stroking it as he popped the button with his left. He barely had enough willpower to take his hand off of his cock while he unzipped himself and pulled it out. He was hard, leaking, desperate. He spat in his hand, then pretended it was you stroking him. Slow, languid. Those eyes looking up at him through your lashes, telling him you how badly you wanted him. Fuck it, he thought as he sped up and twisted at the top, just like he imagined you would. He didn't have his cock in your hands or mouth last night, and he was starting to wish he had, if not for the feeling, but to have the mental image stored away. Or maybe an actual image. What if he pulled out a camera while your pussy swallowed his cock whole and wrung the life out of it as you bounced on top of him? Or maybe while you played with yourself for him, fingers shoved within you as you mewled about how badly you wanted him inside you instead?

Anakin nearly came from the image alone. He stopped, just for a second. He wanted to take care of himself quickly, but, when it came to you, he wanted to make it last. Spend time in that space where he meant so much to you. Anakin leaned his body, already sweaty with need, back on the cool metal tiles, his hand on the safety rail. He counted down from 10, just to let his breathing slow and wipe some drops from his forehead, then started fucking his fist again.

Less than five seconds in, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Motherfucker. He pulled it out, just to see, hoping it was you. It was.

Hey, you ok? You've been gone a while

You were worried about him. Fuck. Anakin sped up on his cock. What would you think if you knew he was thinking about you and jerking off? One-handed, he typed out a quick yeah, be back soon, but his phone buzzed again a second later.

If you have some kind of stomach flu and give it to me, I'll smash your bot right now

He breathed out a laugh, but it got caught in his throat as he rubbed his thumb across his frenulum. Anakin almost made a few mistakes as he was typing out his response, but managed to write back.

thanks. but i'm just taking care of something. b back soon

Less than a millisecond later, you sent him a response. How did you type so fast? How would those fast, precise fingers feel wrapped around his shaft?

Does that mean what I think it means?

He sent a quick response without thinking. No, he was not jerking off in the work bathroom because just being near you turned him on beyond belief. Nope.

get your mind out of the gutter, he sent back. But, even if you suspected what he was doing, why would you ask? Maybe you would join him, if he asked. His hand got frenzied at the thought. Twitches jolted his cock. He sent another text.

maybe

Would you want some help with that? Your text flashed up on his screen and hit him like a truck. So you were interested. Maybe you were kinkier than he thought. Maybe he should have asked you to come down here with him, whispering in your ear in the lab so you could follow him, and only him, wherever he wanted so he could fuck you until you couldn't walk.

He typed I bet you'd enjoy helping me. Being on your knees for me, but then deleted it. Scaring you off was the last thing he wanted to do now.

if u want, he sent instead.

You instantly responded. Where are you?

This was happening. It was actually happening. Anakin gripped the base of his cock violently to make sure he didn't cum while he waited. He had to be patient.

basement bathroom, down the hall from the motion capture lab, he typed.

I'll be there in 2 mins, I'll knock 4 times

Those two minutes might just have been the worst two minutes of his life. Waiting, cock in his hand, for you to get there, precum dribbled out of him like a fountain. His cock was already slick with his spit, but it had dried while he waited. Despite the fact that it had been a bit since he last touched himself, he wasn't getting any softer. It was like his body knew you were getting closer, about to touch him. Like it knew you were about to put your soft lips around him.

When the knock on the door came, he did up his pants, unlocked it, and stepped to the side. On the off chance it was someone else, randomly using this exact bathroom.

But it wasn't. It was you, your hair pulled up, away from your face, breathing just a bit heavily from the way you had obviously run down the stairs. You were excited for him, and a thrill shot through him as he realized that he knew you well enough to recognize that.

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In the lab, you had noticed Anakin was off, somehow. That morning, he was so tender to you, helping you up and getting breakfast with you. The way he made you laugh over your off-brand cereal squeezed your heart. When he left, telling you he needed to go to work, you flashed into some future where the two of you were at a run-down kitchen table in some tiny apartment you shared, spending a few precious minutes together before you had to rush off to your jobs in the city. You shook it away.

You spent most of the day working on a thermo problem set in your room, trying desperately to understand how this would ever matter to you. Sometime before lunch, Ahsoka messaged you.

Hey, I forgot my water bottle at home. Can you grab it? I'm at the athletics center xx

You rolled your eyes. Of course you'd bring it. You found it by your little kitchenette area (which was comprised of a definitely-against-the-rules hot plate and microwave), probably discarded last night when Ahsoka was studying. You grabbed it, the metal cool under your fingers, and filled it with water from the Brita in your fridge for good measure. She'd probably forget to fill it during practice if you didn't.

You decided to wear some comfortable slides for your walk to the athletics center, which was only two buildings down from your dorm. The concrete of the imposing building always felt threatening and harsh. The machines were a bit run-down inside, and it wasn't your favorite gym of all time, but they had a pool and volleyball courts, so you found yourself there sometimes for intramural sports, if one of your friends convinced you.

You scanned your ID at the front, and the student attendant gave you a look which questioned why someone wearing sweats and slides, carrying nothing but a water bottle, would show up to the gym at noon on a Sunday. Whatever, you'd be out of here soon. You bounded up the stairs to the second floor, which housed the aerobics room, where Ahsoka told you the team practiced. You saw some of the others--Cody, Vaughn, Rex--in the corner, talking to Ahsoka in their kits. You cracked open the glass door and waved her over. Her bare feet smacked on the wood flooring as she plodded toward you, a bright smile on her face. Once she met you in front of the door, she grabbed the water bottle and guzzled it down until little rivulets slipped past her lips. She was sweaty, and, even though her white and blue braids were tied back, some had fallen out and hung loose around her face.

"Hey! Thank you so much, I was literally dying," she said, winking.

"Yeah, I can see that," you said. Ahsoka let out a little laugh and told you she needed to get back to it, so you were about to turn to leave when you saw a familiar figure.

Anakin. He was in front of a crowd of students, almost all of them wearing black belts, with some smatterings of red belts, as he demonstrated some sort of combination of kicks. You didn't really know that much about taekwondo, even though your roommate was really dedicated to the team, and your whatever-Anakin-was had won about a million championships. You'd never really seen Anakin do anything, though, but you almost had to stop your jaw from physically dropping.

He moved so precisely, so agile and sleek. And then someone took out three boards, thick, wooden things, and he smashed them clean in half with one kick. Details flooded you. The way his standing foot corrected itself to support him, so well-tuned to his body. The furrow of his brow, the beads of sweat collecting on it. The taut muscles in his chest that peeked out from the slightly open vee of the kit. The way his mouth opened in a yell you could hear through the door, an angry, powerful sound that sent shivers down your soul.

You were wrong about him. He wasn't just otherworldly. He was so much more. When he moved like this, you imagined him on a battlefield, cutting through a swath of enemies with those strong limbs like they were nothing. He was ethereal, battle itself come alive, strategic and controlled and precise, but vicious.

Whatever he was showing ended, and the pupils started attempting some mimicry of it. But none of them would ever come close to him, to the way his body moved. You wanted him all to yourself, in that moment, when you realized how incredible he was. You didn't want anyone else to snatch even a fraction of him, of his brilliance. As the jealousy of some imaginary people tugged in your gut, you turned and left. You had work to do, and this was… distracting. Hard to look away from. Hard to stop thinking about. But you could manage it.

Even in the lab that day, when you'd found a bench and saved him a seat, the image of him, snapping out his hand at the wood, didn't leave you. It was like trying not to think of an object, it just kept popping up in the screech of the bandsaw, in the wood flecks that speckled the ground near the drill press. It was everywhere.

It only got worse when Anakin arrived, a few hours later, shooting you glances that made your body simmer. When he sat at his computer and typed, you wondered how you'd never seen that side of him before. How you didn't see that those hands, the ones that had been inside you just hours ago, were so strong. So dangerous. Something stirred within you. That chest that you'd run your hands over held so much power, and the thought of him using it on you, to lift you up and throw you around, made you far wetter than it should. Your clit twinged when you remembered that this very desk was the one he had lifted you up on that first night. Jump. His hands were so strong under your legs, like you weighed nothing. Not that you were tiny or delicate, he was just that strong. You looked across at the table at him. Anakin was precise in the lab, too, his hands twisting the wire in his hands under his fingers just so. Could he grab your clit like that too, and pull and twist? Watch you squirm under him?

Fuck, you had to snap out of it. You caught him looking at you, and he smiled when you made eye contact. Shit, you'd forgotten how cute that smile was when it wasn't full of contempt. It was only turning you on more.

You threw yourself into work, pulling off a horrible plug that wouldn't release no matter what you did, then typing out some words into your running lab log. When you looked up, Anakin was looking at you and breathing heavily, his face suddenly deadly serious. You suddenly felt like his next meal, and the thought made you shiver. After a few seconds, he told you he was going to the bathroom, and asked you to keep an eye on his prints.

The twelve people there had dwindled to six, counting you and Anakin, so you started to wonder if you could get away with going home early once he returned and either fucking him the second you got home, or fucking yourself silly on your vibrator when you got home.

So, when he implied in a text that he was, in fact, jerking off downstairs, you needed to find out where he was. Immediately. His strong hands wrapped around his cock would stay in your fantasies for years. And, you hadn't had him in your mouth yet. And, fuck, you wondered how he would taste, now that he had been teasing himself for so long.

The basement was quiet, empty. You didn't see anyone in the motion capture lab on your way over, so you two would probably be safe. A thrill bubbled through you--fucking in semi-public was something you'd always wanted to try, but no one you'd been with had been willing. You were sure that your panties were more than a little wet at this point, but it wasn't just that you were doing something so daring, it was the fact that you were doing it with Anakin.

The four knocks on the door came quickly, and you heard the tell-tale click of the lock. You opened the door, then found Anakin leaning up against the wall.

"Hey," he said, nonchalantly. That charm was really serving him now, distracting you from the red in his lips and the heave of his chest. You noticed anyway.

"Hey."

"So, uh. I don't have a condom or anything, so we probably shouldn't--y'know," he said, seeming a bit unsure what you wanted to do. His index finger rubbed the metal bar protruding from the wall that he was leaning on.

"Yeah. I was hoping that, um," the words fell short on your tongue. Was there a sexy way to ask this? One that would guarantee he'd say yes?

"What is it?" Anakin was suddenly curious, not ready to accept your pause, or the "I-uh" you uttered as you searched in vein for some innuendo to use.

"C'mon, tell me." His tone had more of an edge to it, one that made you blurt out what you were thinking without a question.

"I was hoping you'd fuck my throat. Hard." You looked up at him, and he was looking at you a bit like he looked at those boards at practice. Like a goal. Like something he wanted, something he'd get. Anakin stalked over to the door and clicked the lock so that no one could get in, then turned to you.

"Get on your knees for me, baby." His voice was so gruff that you did what he said immediately, and dropped onto the hard tile floor. You were on your knees, and all that mattered in that moment was him. His pleasure. "Take it out," he told you, his eyes fixed on you. Your hands came up to his thighs, shaking in anticipation, then ghosted along his hard cock in his jeans. It jumped under your fingers, eager, but you continued up and undid his button. While Anakin stared down at you, you glanced up at his furrowed brow and tightened lips before slowly, teasingly, drawing down his zipper until it showed you his boxers. You hooked a finger under the waistband and drew them down until his cock, hard and heavy, bobbed in front of your hungry mouth.

His head was dark, leaking precum. Anakin had clearly been playing with himself for a long time before this, and you could see some wetness along the shaft, probably spread across his hard cock by his hand. The veins were defined, angry and desperate. One of his hands came up to your jaw, caressing it, then trailed to the back of your head to pull your mouth closer to him.

You reached up and grabbed around the middle of his shaft experimentally, just to test his reaction, and he let out a huff. The skin was so soft and silky under your fingers, and you wondered if the head would be smooth and warm in your mouth. You tested that theory immediately, taking the entire head in your my mouth in one go. You were both too impatient for teasing right now.

"Ahhffuuuck," he groaned as his other hand braces him against the wall. You hummed, but your jaw was open as wide as it could go, so it came out incoherent. Your tongue darted to his slit, lapping up his precum, which was salty and musky, like the rest of him last night. It was Anakin's smell, something masculine and sexy that made you get even wetter. Your tongue started brushing over different parts of his head, feeling the spongy head and the smooth bumps of his frenulum. He really liked it there, it seemed, based on the sharp inhale and small eye roll you saw him give.

You loved his reactions, you loved watching him lose that filter that pretended he didn't want to do horrible, rough things to you. Your head started bobbing as you worked your lips over and over across the rim of his head, letting the whole thing pop out of your lips over and over. Words would probably start pouring out him soon like last night, and the memory of him saying ride me was enough to propel your hand down to where your splayed out thighs met.

"What? Is blowing me in the bathroom turning you on?" There it was. You nodded, his cock still in your mouth. Yes, it was turning you on more than it had any right to. Knowing that someone could be right outside the door while you stuffed him deeper down was everything you wanted. You took more of him in, going as far down as you could, before he hit the back of your throat.

You gagged on him, your body begging for air, but then he used the hand that was behind your head to shove you off him. His fingers wrapped into the hair at the base of your skull and turned you up to face him. He was completely disheveled, the sweet Anakin still there, but a kind of sweet that terrified you, that would ruin you while whispering how good you were in your ear.

"Well, go on. Touch yourself while I fuck your throat, baby," he said, his voice commanding but caring, which only made you wetter. You didn't waste a second, dipping your fingers into your pussy, which was almost shamefully wet. As soon as he saw you sink down on them, he used the subtle opening of your mouth to shove his cock deep down inside your throat, then pulled back and thrust in again, harder. His cock was practically thrumming under your lips, needy and insistent.

The feeling made you speed up your fingers slamming the walls of your pussy, but it wasn't enough. Nothing other than him was ever enough. Desperate for anything to dull the need, you thrust your hips into your palm, grinding against it while your fingers were still buried inside you. The extra friction made you whine around him and squeeze your eyes shut as he worked you back and forth. Suddenly, his hand in your hair wrenched you off his cock.

"Eyes open, beautiful. Look at me," Anakin growled. You instantly opened them, staring up at him. He was wrecked for you. His open mouth huffed out hot, ragged breaths, and, under your fingers, his thighs were clenched so hard you thought they'd give out. As soon as he saw your eyes on his, he lowered you back onto his dick, this time even more frenzied when he saw the devoted look you were casting him and your cheeks hollowed out. You were doing your best to suck the life out of him, and it was working. Quiet grunts started ripping out of his chest every time your tongue passed the bottom of the head of his dick.

"Ffffuck yeah, suck my cock--You like when I pull your hair hard like that? Like it when I use you?" The words were unfiltered, wild. You nodded as best you could, but his brutal pace moving your head was too much, so you tried to say yes, please, I love this so fucking much, but it came out as a series of incoherent noises around his length. Anakin smirked, ravenous, when he heard your desperate cries, but quickly had to squeeze his eyes shut and let his mouth drop open in pleasure. You loved seeing him come apart like this, just because of you. Because of your mouth. He recovered quickly, and words, dirty things, started pouring out of him.

"Yeah, I know you do. Can you feel how much I wanted to bend you over that fuckin' table in the lab? How much I wanted to--shit--slide my fingers inside you and watch you fuck yourself on them?" You whimpered around him, his words going to your head. Your pussy was on fire, heat spreading to every part of your body. He sped up, and you could feel his head smacking the soft flesh at the back of your throat. Your lips ached, your knees ached, your pussy ached, but you would do anything for him at that moment. And he knew it. He cursed under his breath. "Fuuuck, you're so fucking good at this--just like that, baby." It only took a few more seconds before you felt his thighs seize, his balls tightening and his cock starting to jerk and twitch in your mouth. You tongue was so tired, and you weren't sure breathing was even something you remembered how to do anymore.

"Gonna--fuck-- gonna cum. Gonna paint your fucking throat," he groaned, letting noises fall from his lips as you saw it finally overtake him. You were so far gone that you could barely feel your wrist from the amount you were moving it. You could barely feel anything except his cock tensing up inside your mouth. His orgasm burned through him like a wildfire, and, based on the loud gasp that ripped from his chest as the first shot of cum hit the back of your throat, he was losing himself in it. It was bitter, so salty, but you barely tasted it as it slid straight down your tongue. The next spurt hit you, and his hips thrust sharply into your wet, hot throat, but the cum stayed on your tongue this time. It was thick and tasted like a more intense version of his precum painting your mouth. Anakin rode out his orgasm, still buried inside you, then gently pulled his cock out and let go of your burning scalp.

You looked up at him with the best doe eyes you could, then stuck your cum-covered tongue out for him to see. His eyes were half-lidded, but curious. You wanted to badly to make him desperate for you again, to make him need you the way you needed him. Then you took it back in, and made a show of swallowing all his cum.

He groaned, giving you a fuck, baby as he recovered from both the image and his orgasm, and you registered, somewhere far away in your mind, that it was the first time he had called you that outside of sex, and that you wanted to hear it more.

His warm hand trailed your jaw, a bit tentative, holding you like you might shatter in that moment. And, you were. You were shattered, horny beyond belief and desperate to be taken care of. Every joint and part of your body ached, but nothing mattered other than having him inside you as soon as possible.

"Please, Anakin, I--I. I need to be fucked--I need you inside me, please," you begged, still on your knees for him. Anakin offered you a hand up, then helped you get off your sore joints. For a moment, you wondered if he'd leave you alone with your dripping, aching pussy, as some revenge for something. For some sin you'd committed years ago. But then he spoke, his deep blue eyes boring into yours with a heady mix of sincerity, sweetness, and something else. Something deeper.

"I'll take care of you, don't worry. But, first, you're gonna go upstairs and tell everyone you're going home, but you'll wait for me by the entrance. Then, when we get back, I'm going to fuck you on my bed until you can't walk straight."

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[byfulcrums]

Maybe they would have been able to save Anakin together, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't have fallen if she had stayed

The Council 'betraying' her was definitely something that made him distrust it even more, yes. But if that hadn't happened, there's still literally everything else. His mother's death and Rako Hardeen, for example. Palpatine's influence is still there, regardless of Ahsoka staying or not

The thing about Anakin, is that he chose the path he went down. And he would have still chosen it with Ahsoka at the Temple. Anakin, as he is right now, would have tried to spare her, by bringing her to his side. But it wouldn't have worked, because she would've refused

Anakin killed everyone he grew up with. He tried to kill Obi-Wan too. He almost choked Padmé to death, and she was the one he was trying to save in the first place. The Dark Side clouds your vision, makes you do things you never would've done before. And that includes murdering your own family. If he truly needed to, and especially if Palpatine made him believe that Ahsoka ""betrayed"" him too, he would do another murder attempt

If Ahsoka stayed, it wouldn't have changed much, because Palpatine's influence is still there. She, like everyone else, wouldn't be able to see what he's been truly doing to Anakin, and therefore she couldn't have helped him. Palpatine is, like, really fucking smart. He would've found another way to make Anakin fall even if Ahsoka was with him. And, most importantly, he would have found a way to separate them so he could get to him

And a last thing: they broke pieces of his mask, not all of it. They didn't evenly cut through that helmet thingy, they just broke enough of it to be able to see his eye. They don't even see his mouth!

Ahsoka and Obi-Wan would have been able to make Anakin be seen. But it was only Luke, who actually removed it from his head without even breaking it, who could bring him back to the light

dunno who needs to hear this, but if ahsoka hadn't left she wouldn't have saved anakin, she would have just died

[tossawary]

You know, given all of the cloning and other evil experiments that Palpatine apparently had going on, it's a little remarkable in hindsight that he never targeted Shmi Skywalker personally.

Like, this woman apparently reproduced asexually and gave birth to one of the most powerful Force-sensitives of all time; I don't generally characterize Sith Lords as having great scientific curiosity or a sense of wonder for the universe (or bothering to remember "little" people exist most of the time), because their whole deal kind of precludes that, but it seems reasonable that one might conclude that there's potential power in investigating this.

If Anakin was friendly with Palpatine for the latter half of his childhood, it seems like it could have been relatively easy for Palpatine to learn things like 1) Anakin's midichlorian count (which he can use to tell Anakin that everyone else is just jealous of his power) and 2) Shmi's situation on Tatooine (which he can use to foster resentment between Anakin and the Jedi Order for not helping Shmi too). Just get Anakin a little frustrated and he'll probably start talking! Palpatine could make some concerned offer to send someone to check on Anakin's mother - it is the least that Naboo can do for the family that helped to save them, the Chancellor might say, but he would prefer that such favoritism remain a secret between them - and then Sidious would have Watto's exact address no problem.

And it's not like it would be hard to kidnap Shmi. Palpatine (as Sidious?) could pick some random bounty hunter and order them to go buy her, because this amount of money is presumably pocket change to him, and if Watto resists selling her off to a stranger, the bounty hunter can claim that they've come on behalf of her son. And if that doesn't work or if Shmi is already with the Lars family, there's always violence. Palpatine can just lie to Anakin and say that his agent discovered Shmi was targeted by enemies of the Jedi Order. Oh, what a shame they didn't protect her!

I don't know what would happen from here. Sidious could potentially contract the Kaminoans as a private, anonymous citizen to research Shmi and see if she'll be useful to him at all; the Kaminoans seem to be in the business of designer babies for specific clients (Jango + my vague memories of some "Clone Wars" comic). Which means that Shmi could be unhappily, awkwardly hanging around Kamino, probably still enslaved, when Jango Fett and the clones business is going on. For years, potentially.

Ideally for the Sith, the Kaminoans would be keeping Shmi in an entirely separate facility most of the time, away from the army intended for the Jedi and the Republic. But Jango might be sent around the planet on errands or something and the Kaminoans might need to use very specific equipment at some points, and I am a fan of grand plans being ruined by chance encounters or workplace logistics, so I think it would be fun if Shmi met Jango or Boba. Maybe Palpatine assumed that the Kaminoans had already disposed of Shmi or were keeping her on ice, due to a badly worded email or something else mundane, because the Kaminoan forgot the right Basic word (it's not their first language!!! or a translator malfunctioned or something) during their space phone call.

There's lots of Canon Divergence directions for this, like more serious angst or drama or thriller horror being imprisoned by a Sith Lord (somewhere besides Kamino) or discovering what's being done to the clones. Shmi could end up being rescued by Jedi and helping uncover Sidious. Or she could have a different tragic ending.

(This whole post regarding Shmi and cloning is partially inspired by that one post pointing out that Rey looks a lot like Shmi, and given the strange circumstances of Anakin's birth, any attempt to clone Anakin might have created a clone of Shmi instead. I still think a "Rey as Anakin's clone" is a fun sequel trilogy AU.)

I'm leaning towards fix-it and comedies of errors ideas because the prequels are tragic enough for me. Currently, I'm thinking about Shmi eventually ending up as part of young Boba Fett's gang somehow, because it's amusing to me that he was somehow a recurring antagonistic figure on that TCW show despite being a child. The other bounty hunters are like, "Kid, did you... bring your mom on this mission...?" And Boba Fett is like, "No!!! She's my ship mechanic!!! But if you touch her, just so you know, I will fucking kill you."

I think that both Anakin and Boba would fucking hate being adoptive brothers in any way, shape, or form. And the idea of Luke and Leia someday having an "Uncle Boba Fett" is also very funny to me.

(EDIT: I'm currently dubious regarding a Jango/Shmi ship because Jango does participate in the creation and enslavement of the clone army. Like, it's the Kaminoans who do it, they hold most of the blame and they would have gotten someone else if Jango hadn't done it, but Jango is very much there and at the very least complicit in a horrifying series of crimes against millions of people. Depending on how you characterize Shmi Skywalker, an enslaved woman, I don't really think she'd be cool with that. She let her child go off to become a Jedi because she thought it would be a much better life for him, while Jango sold his own "children" off into war for money. So, I'm currently thinking that Shmi might like the innocent child Boba, but she might honestly dislike Jango quite a lot.)

[anna-does-a-fandom-thing]

nothing serious.

professor! anakin skywalker.

a/n: hiii! so, @fuckmyskywalker came up with the idea for this concept, and I've decided to write my own fic on it! LOVEE me some starwars boy. But put him in a SUIT?? drool worthyyy.

tw!: smut. lots of smut. ahem. p in v sex, sort of breeding kink? it's small but it's there. use of the name pet!! unprotected sex! do not attempt! dumification kink? also miniscule but there. big big sir kink. Anakin loves asserting the fact that he's the top here.

Disclaimer: 18+ only please! I'm not responsible for the media you consume as an adolescent!

description: Attending the most sought after university definitely was the best decision you'd made regarding your college career, but one perverted professor almost makes you want drop out entirely. Anakin Skywalker, was in no short terms, egotistical and a hard-ass. At least that's what you knew, so why is he asking to see you after class?

Ah, Corscuscant University. One of the most popular STEM universities in the country. The same STEM university you attended. Being a biology major, it was a no brainer for you come here. When you arrived as a freshman Corscuscant felt like your dream school, but like every dream, reality had set in. Your painful reality was Anakin Skywalker; your math professor. Professor Skywalker was one of, if not the most attractive man you had ever seen. He knew he was good looking, too. Almost every person in school had a crush on him, one of those people being you. That's not to say you didn't find him annoying as hell, but you could appreciate a good complexion when you saw one. Despite his good looks, it didn't change the fact that Anakin Skywalker was an egotistical hard ass, whose courses were next to impossible.

It was easy to ignore his big mouth and jabs at any poor soul unfortunate enough to get a question wrong in the beginning, focusing on your studies and logarithmic equations. However, as the class began to get more difficult, your counselor started suggesting attending his after school lessons. Something you couldn't be bribed to attend. But alas, hell hath no fury like a college counselor.

The good thing about Anakin's tutoring is that it's only on Fridays. The bad thing, is that it's a ghost town most days. if he's lucky, Anakin might get 2 or 3 students. So by the second semester, it became just you and him.

Anakin Skywalker was now aware of your existence. He was aware you sucked at math, and he was probably aware of your attraction to college professors who made even Pythagoras hate math. So now here the two of you were.

Just earlier that morning, you'd been notified that the tutoring had been canceled, so your plans for the evening were to go home and sleep. But, before you can walk out of the classroom, Professor Skywalker calls your name. Leaning against his chair, he looks at you piercingly. "Come to my office as soon as possible. We need to discuss your grade in my class."

"Yes professor. " You stuttered, sending a questioning glance to your friend. You walked towards Anakin's office, knowing he'd already be in the room. You hesitated to enter, dreading whatever miserable information he had to bestow upon you, in private. You noticed while peering into the room that he's got a paper in his hand. 'please don't be mine,' you pray.

Once you entered, you moved to stand in front of his desk. "Are you free to stay awhile? I have some questions about your last exam." He says, seeming relaxed. You DID have plans, no, you were not free. Ugh. You guess you can't deny your teacher, so you nod politely. "Great to hear." He says, motioning for you to walk around the desk.

Anakin rolls out his seat, and moves to stand. Now standing in his personal bubble, per his suggestion, you fidget with your hands. "So, what about my exam? Did I fail it, sir?" You start to get worried. "No, no, nothing like that. You actually made top of the class once I graded it." Anakin praised. "I'd actually like to offer you some extra credit."

Anakin motioned for you to take a seat on top of his desk. "What kind of credit?" You asked, now level eye level with his chin. "Just some extra course work and a few more sessions in the week." Anakin shrugged, almost distracted. You hesitated, "I suppose I can, uhm, do that." Anakin smiled at your stutter. He placed his hand under your chin and lifted it to meet his eyes. "You're certainly obedient. I like that." You felt your brain screech to a halt. "Excuse me, what?"

Is Professor Skywalker hitting on you? This has to be a dream. You look up at him, and lo and behold, he's staring right back. He looks hungry, like you're a delicious piece of meat. "You behave when and how i tell you to. Has anyone ever told you that's attractive?" Anakin clarifies, placing both of his hands on desk, trapping you under him. You bristle at his statement. "Sir! that's inappropriate!" Anakin just laughs, and leans in. He says, quietly, "That's alright, pet. It's only inappropriate if someone finds out. I don't intend on telling a soul."

You feel your nose subconsciously scrunch up in confusion. "Pet?" Where did that come from? "You're my little teacher's pet, aren't you? It'll be our little secret." Anakin places one hand on your thigh, the other further along the desk to prop himself up. You can feel his hand wander to your hip, and you're not sure you want to stop him. You didn't know someone's hands could feel that good, with his feather like movements. You're about to let him continue, until you remind yourself that you didn't lock his door. Anyone could walk in.

"Wait, not here. Someone will see." You try to push Anakin away, but he grabs your wrist to restrain you, gently. "Yes here. I can't stop myself." Anakin ducks his head below your chin, and places butterfly kisses along your throat. You hold it in, but you want to moan at his touch. Anakin pulls away, "I'm going to give you your first extra credit assignment. Answer these 3 questions."

You try to focus on his words and not the pooling heat between your legs. "Yes sir." You're pretty sure Anakin noticed you squeezing your thighs together like no tomorrow, and he's just saying these things to rile you up. He quietly moans at your obedience. "Good girl, keeping doing that." You look at him, "What, calling you sir?"

Anakin nods, giving your hip a squeeze. "Yeah, baby. It means you know who's in charge here."

Clearing his throat, Anakin begins. "Now, question one. are you aware of how tempting your body has been to me?" You can feel your cheeks lighting on fire. He's certainly been bold. "N-no sir."

"That's okay, beauty, I'll show you. Question two: will you let me kiss you?"

Oh fuck. You knew that was coming. Oh well, you only live once. "Yes sir." As soon as the words left your lips, Anakin had cupped your cheek, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Anakin was a good kisser. You'd figured that was probably true a while ago, but now? To feel him? It was overwhelming. He pushed against your mouth, using one hand to lift your leg against his hip. Using the new angle, Anakin deepened the kiss causing you both to moan against each other.

You can feel Anakin get more and more aggressive in the kiss, to the point he's pushing the desk a little. You pull away from him for a moment, causing him to chase your lips. "Anakin.." You start, but he cuts you off with a growl. "Who, pet?" You should've expected that one. "You, sir. You're pushing the desk apart." You correct yourself quietly, murmuring your concerns into his ear. Anakin frowns in thought before donning a sultry grin. "I've got a better place for us to continue, dear pet." Before you can question him, Anakin wraps your legs around his waist and takes your mouth in a kiss. He lifts you from the desk before walking towards the couch in the corner of his office.

You yelp as Anakin gently throws you onto it, and you're once again locking lips.

"Mm, sir.." You moaned into his mouth, feeling him crawl on top of you. Anakin smiles, looking down at such a pretty sight. "Such a good girl, pet. You gonna spread f'me?" Anakin tapped your thighs, and you pulled them apart at his request. Anakin settled himself between your legs. "For the last question, pet," Anakin pulls up your skirt and hooks his fingers into the hem of your underwear. "How badly do you want me to fuck you?" Feeling your heart speed up, you replied shaking, "So badly, sir. Please."

"Good girl. you've earned yourself an A+." He rasps, sitting up and undoing his belt. Craning your head, you watch as Anakin unzips his trousers. You almost gasp when he pulls out his dick. You're not even sure you can take him, with how large he is. "It's alright, pet, no need to look scared." Anakin cooed, kissing your jaw. He lifted up your skirt, and pulled on the hem of your underwear. Discarding them, you were now bare for his eyes to see. "We'll go slow, baby." Anakin reassured you, lining himself up with your entrance. Gently as Anakin could be, he pushed into you. Whimpering, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was both painful and overwhelming, and you instinctually pushed at his chest. "Relax, little pet, relax." Anakin grunted, already being squeezed like a balloon waiting to be popped. Anakin finally bottomed out, after what felt like forever. It felt so good. "Tell me when, darling." Anakin refused to move until you gave him a sign. Taking several deep breaths, you nodded. "No, pet. give me words. Use them, baby."

"Please, sir."

"Please what, my girl?"

You knew Anakin was getting impatient, but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure it was hard to form words. You him growl in your ear. Feeling his hand touch your soft flesh, Anakin gripped your waist and moved without warning, "I'm not going to wait anymore, little pet." You couldn't help but let out a guttural moan. Holy shit. He was so big, and you've never felt so filled in your life. "Sir..!" You cried, pulling him down and kissing him. Anakin begins to kiss you passionately, pressing you into the sofa. His mouth meets yours in a loving and desperate kiss as he starts to move faster, causing your loud whining to be muffled. If you weren't blissed out, you'd die of embarrassment at the lewd noises the two of you created. Anakin, on the other hand, loved it. Feeling him speed up, you pulled away from his mouth and almost screamed. You knew you were close, and you told him so. "Sir, please! Close, close, please.. mm," You were practically crying from how good he felt. "I know pet, I know." Anakin replied, grunting when he felt you squeeze him harder. "God, keep squeezing and I'm gonna burst, baby, fuck."

Hooking his hands under your thighs, Anakin lifted them onto his shoulders, pressing you in half. The new angle made your insides burst with pleasure, making you scream. "C'mon pet, you can do it." Anakin encouraged, hitting all the right spots harder. "Cum for me baby, cum all over my dick, yeah?" His words sent shivers through your spine, and your eyes rolled. It was too much. The coil in your tummy snapped, and you finished with a moan.

However, Anakin didn't stop. Despite your release, Anakin moved even faster. "No, no, sir! I can't!" You cried, already overstimulated to high heaven. "Don't be selfish pet, i know you can do it," Tightening his grip on your thighs, Anakin grunted over, and over, and over with every thrust. "Don't want my cum, baby? huh? Don't want your teacher to fill you up till you're full?"

Too fucked out to use your brain to respond, you squeezed around him again. It was too much for you, and now, the last straw for him. Letting out an animalistic growl, Anakin buried himself as far in you as he could, bottoming out fully. Your tummy felt so warm, being painted with his load for what felt like forever to you.

He collapses on top of you, panting softly. "Such a good girl f'me, baby. M'so proud of you." He coos at you, still out of breath from the intensity of the moment. After a few seconds, Anakin lifts his head and chuckles. "Poor thing, too dumb to respond to me?" He gives your thigh a gentle squeeze. You whine at his teasing, pouting at him. He leans to your ear and whispers, "Don't be shy, baby. You did so good f'me."

[yanderes-galore]

Hi, could you please do a yandere platonic darth vader? Thank you!

I can try, sure! If something is OOC, I'm so sorry, I still struggle writing Vader.

Yandere! Platonic! Darth Vader Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Isolation, Brainwashing, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Murder, Forced companionship.

Vader, or even Anakin, would not be the best father.

If things didn't go wrong, he'd probably be loving to his kids.

Yet at the same time, he'd just make an action at some point to poison that bond.

Vader was under the impression his wife and child died.

Which made him who he is now.

In reality, he had three.

Luke, Leia, and you.

He never found out about any of you until much later.

I think it would be an interesting idea if you took a different path than Luke and Leia.

Like, maybe you went to help them during the Death Star and had no idea they were your siblings. (You could just have been raised beside Leia as a childhood friend or something or found them later)

Unfortunately, however, you end up being taken captive by Vader.

Which leads to Vader finding out you're his kid...

Which begins the obsession.

I'm assuming he knew you were his kid via looks and feeling drawn to you (The Force).

So, as OOC as this may be, imagine this...

Vader decides to keep you alive instead of executing you in order to "parent" you.

You hate him yet Vader feels you're a second chance.

This is before he even knew Luke was his kid.

I imagine it would be similar to when Vader said he could convert Luke to the Dark Side.

To protect your life, he'd tell Palpatine you could be useful in tracking Rebels.

Granted, you aren't going to like his plans...

But as a prisoner, your say doesn't matter much.

It would be even more interesting if you were capable of The Force, too.

Vader might've made you either an apprentice or had you help him in other ways if you were.

It's a hard pill to swallow when you learn the real reason Vader took you in.

He's your father.

Even then, you still struggle to play nice.

Knowing he's your father makes you feel sick.

He's never too affectionate, like he's unsure how to approach you.

Yet he teaches you and garners your obedience through manipulation and fear.

He's a quiet man, the only way you know of his presence is his breathing.

He doesn't expect you to like him, even after the truth.

He doesn't expect mutual love, either.

You make him conflicted... reminding him of his one true love.

Again, you may not care for him, but Vader shows he "cares".

He finds time to train you, he gives you Stormtroopers, he protects you.

He does strange little things that one could consider caring or attentive...

Yet you're so separated from one another that it doesn't mean anything to you.

Vader may view giving you guards as protecting you, but to you they're just wardens.

If Vader could ever will himself to say he loves you, it means nothing to you.

He's not a father to you.

Even if he tried he simply couldn't be.

Vader would end up brainwashing you as his captive.

He does everything he can to make you forget the Rebels.

He may not even tell you about your siblings, just to make it seem like he's your only familial connection.

Eventually you don't have to be kept as a prisoner.

He constantly gives you the option to be something more if you just listen.

He does his best to convince you he cares.

You're the closest thing he has to what could've been.

Luke and Leia want him dead.

Yet he's messed with you enough to confuse you.

Eventually, well, what other choice do you have besides joining him?

He's your father, he cares about you...

By now, he's all you have.

He'll train you to hunt Rebels, to be on his side.

He defends you from Palpatine, keeping you under his wing.

He's not afraid to kill, for both his cause and you.

If he killed in your name, he justifies it.

He tells you it had to happen.

You've seen him kill rebels, friends, those you considered family...

And he tells you it's necessary.

You aren't like them.

Rebels are not the good guys, you belong beside your father.

He'll ensure you know that.

He'll make sure you never stray from him.

That alone is another motivation for him to sear through the flesh of another Rebel with his saber, glancing back to make sure you watch.

You'll never leave his side.

Even if he has to lock you away, it's to ensure you stay with him.

So he never loses another one he loves.

Vader himself knows he's not a good man.

Let alone a good father.

Yet you both know he's your father...

There's no one else you can go to now that he has you.

[jetii]

Event Horizon

Chapter Fourteen: Remedy

Chapter WC: 7,969

Chapter Tags/Warnings: fairly graphic descriptions of wound care and blood

A/N: does anyone else blush so much more when they're writing fluff vs smut? bc my face is on fire

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Hyperspace, 21 BBY

Your back hits the mat with enough force to knock the wind from your lungs. You lay there for a moment, dazed and disoriented, before the world slowly comes back. Your vision blurs and you blink, trying to bring the ceiling above you into focus.

Anakin’s face swims into view, his hair loose and hanging around his face, strands stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat. He flashes you a grin that stretches the scar over his cheek and brow, and you roll your eyes.

“That’s three, Master,” he says between heavy breaths, smug satisfaction written across his features. You should get used to him beating you by now, but you still feel a surge of irritation and frustration, and it doesn't help that he's enjoying it.

"That's a low blow," you grumble. "Even for you."

"No, a low blow would be doing this," Anakin replies, and he brings his foot down on the outside of your knee. You cry out and kick him in the back of the leg, sending him to the ground next to you. He groans and rolls over onto his back. 

"You fight dirty."

"You're one to talk," you scoff. "You kicked me when I was down."

"You said not to hold back," he replies with a smirk. Anakin wipes the sweat from his forehead and sighs. "Come on. One more."

"I'm done," you groan. "I'm sore. And I'm tired."

"One more round," he insists.

You hesitate, your eyes tracing the panels of the ceiling. You know you should stop. Your shoulder is starting to throb again, and the ache in your bones is getting harder to ignore. But the alternative is going back to your quarters to sit alone in the dark with your thoughts, and you know that’s something neither you nor Anakin are keen to do.

After the disaster that was Saleucami, Anakin was the one who insisted that the two of you train together. He claimed that you needed the practice, but you're not convinced. In fact, you're almost certain he just wanted to get a better read on your emotional state, but you decided it would be easier just to humor him.

Besides, there was little else to do but wait until the two of you could return to Coruscant and get clearance from the Council for your next assignment. The last thing you wanted was to sit and wallow in your own self-pity.

A few rounds of sparring in the mornings quickly turned into several in the evenings as the two of you fell into your favorite pastime: beating each other up and not talking about the things that really mattered. 

It's a good distraction from the turmoil in your heart, the physical activity keeping your mind occupied and your emotions in check. You can't focus on the memories when Anakin is busy kicking your ass, and you're pretty sure the same is true for him. So you let him drag you out of bed and into the training room every morning and night. And tonight you let him convince you to stay until well past lights out. Again.

Anakin doesn't say anything. He just sits up and waits, unmoving. He stares at you expectantly, his brows raised, until finally you let out a resigned sigh and roll onto your side.

"Fine," you concede. "One more. But then I'm going to bed."

"Okay. Whatever you say."

"Don't get too excited," you huff. “I don’t plan on making this easy for you."

"You never do," he laughs.

You sit up and cross your legs, reaching forward and pressing your palms together. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, centering yourself. The Force moves through you, and your thoughts calm. You can feel the energy flowing around the room and into you like a cool stream, and the pain in your shoulder and chest fades to a dull, manageable ache. It’s only a temporary fix, and you’ll pay for it later, but for now, it’s enough.

"Ready," you say, opening your eyes. Anakin is kneeling across from you, mirroring your pose, and he's staring at you intently. You can see the gears turning in his mind, and you brace yourself. Whatever he's planning, you're certain it's not going to be pleasant.

"Me too," he says with a grin. He shifts his weight and tenses, preparing to strike.

"Good," you reply.

And then the two of you are moving.

Anakin leaps to his feet and charges towards you. His foot flies towards your head and you duck under it, spinning and lashing out with a kick. He grabs your ankle and tries to pull you off balance, but you twist your leg free and lunge forward. He dodges your fist and swings at your head. 

You lean back, and his punch goes wide, giving you enough room to plant a hand on his chest. He's moving too fast, and his momentum carries him forward. You shove him backward, and he trips over his own feet, falling hard onto his back.

You drop onto his stomach and wrap your legs around his torso, pinning him down. Your knee presses into his chest, and he wheezes, his face contorting with pain. Anakin tries to grab your leg and pull you off him, but you press down harder. 

“That’s three, Knight,” you mock. 

You can feel his anger simmering below the surface, and it fuels your own. He hates losing, and the more you antagonize him, the angrier he gets. It’s not right, and it’s certainly not Jedi-like, but you can't help yourself. You revel in the feeling of it. You want to draw it out, let him stew in it, because it makes you feel better.

Anakin doesn’t reply. He’s too busy trying to get his breath back, his face red and his eyes watering. You're about to get up when he rolls to the side, catching you off guard and throwing you off. You land hard, the impact knocking the air from your lungs. 

A bolt of pain shoots through your shoulder, and you yelp, cursing under your breath. Your arm feels like it's on fire. You reach up and cradle the wounded limb, your jaw clenched in pain. You take a deep breath, trying to block it out, but the agony is overwhelming.

“That’s four—oh, shit,” Anakin groans. His face is still red from the lack of oxygen, but there's no mistaking the guilt and concern that colors his features. "Sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you bite out.

"Let me see," he insists. He reaches for your shoulder, but you shake your head, scooting away from him. “Goldie, come on.”

"No."

To your horror, you can feel blood dripping down your arm. You pull back the sleeve of your tunic and grimace. Your bandages are soaked. The stitches must have come undone when you landed. You're not surprised. It's a minor injury, but it's deep, and it's taking a lot longer to heal than it should.

Anakin sees the blood, and his face pales. He looks away and swallows. 

"Kriff," he breathes. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you reassure him, leaning your head back against the mat and closing your eyes. Your skin feels hot. You're sweating, and your heart is pounding. "I think we’re done for the night. I need to rebandage this."

“You need to go see Kix,” he corrects, and your eyes fly open.

"I'm fine," you snap. "Really. It's not a big deal."

"Goldie," he sighs. He's using that tone, the one he uses when he's trying to be patient and reasonable, and it irritates you. "This is serious. You need to get this checked out."

"Anakin, it's fine," you insist.

"No," he argues, and you glare at him. His brows are knitted together, and his jaw is clenched. "It's not."

"I can handle it," you grumble. You don't want to deal with the medics again, and you definitely don't want to hear Kix lecture you about taking proper care of your injuries. Or worse, have him tell Rex what's going on. The thought makes your stomach churn.

"It's not about handling it." Anakin shakes his head and sighs. He rubs his eyes and runs a hand through his hair, leaving it a tangled mess. "It's about making sure you're okay."

"I said I'm fine," you snap.

He puts his hands on his hips and glowers down at you. “Too bad.”

With a jolt, your body lifts off the mat. You hover for a moment, weightless, before your feet touch the ground, and Anakin’s hand clasps firmly on your uninjured arm. His fingers wrap around your bicep, and he takes advantage of your surprise to begin pulling you towards the door. You try to pull away from him, but his grip is too strong.

“Obi-Wan will kill me if he finds out about this," he complains. You try to twist out of his grasp, but he tightens his hold, and you stumble. "Stop fighting me, Goldie. Just let me help."

"I can walk by myself," you growl.

"I'm not so sure," he retorts. He doesn't bother looking back at you. "I think you might fall over."

"Anakin," you protest, trying to pull away again. "I'm fine."

He doesn't let go, merely shaking his head and continuing to drag you through the hallways. It's late, and the ship is half-dark, lit only by emergency lights and the glow of the panels and switches lining the walls. It's a small mercy that the two of you haven't run into anyone else save for the few troopers on night patrol. They wisely choose not to intervene.

Anakin drags you into a lift and slams his hand against the control panel. The doors slide shut behind the two of you, and the room begins to move. He stares straight ahead, his shoulders rigid and his lips set in a thin line.

“This is stupid," you grumble.

"You're the one being stupid.”

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he snorts. "You're being an idiot."

"I am not," you argue. Your shoulder hurts like hell, and you're in no mood for a lecture. You know it's probably not the best idea to engage him, but you're angry, and the pain is making you lightheaded. "Let go."

"Nope," Anakin replies.

"Anakin," you warn.

"Look, I know you're mad at me," he sighs, and you narrow your eyes. "And I get it. You have every right to be, but—"

"I'm not mad at you," you cut in, your voice low. He turns his head and gives you a look. "Okay. Maybe a little. But mostly I'm pissed off at myself."

"For what?" he asks. His tone is soft and sincere. He's not being sarcastic or condescending. He's actually curious. "What did you do wrong?"

"I should've been faster," you explain. “I let Grievous get away, and this kriffing—“

“This again? Seriously?" He rolls his eyes and scoffs. "From what I heard, you almost took his head off. And he escaped by the skin of his teeth. You did great. Stop beating yourself up about it."

"No," you argue. "I should've been better."

"How could you have done better?" he prods. His brows are furrowed, and he's staring at you, his gaze scrutinizing.

"I..."

You trail off. You can't seem to formulate a coherent answer. You don't know what to say. You don't even know how to begin to explain the tangled mess of emotions roiling in your chest, and you certainly can’t tell him about what Grievous said to you, the memories that you thought were yours alone thrown in your face.

You don’t want to think about any of it, much less talk about it. Not now, not when the pain is threatening to overwhelm you. So instead, you look away and stay silent.

Anakin waits for a minute, and when he realizes you aren’t going to respond, he lets out a deep sigh and rolls his eyes.

"See, that's what I mean," he mutters. "You're being unreasonable. This is exactly why I'm dragging your ass to the med bay."

"I hate you," you huff.

"No, you don't," he smirks.

"Yes, I do," you insist. You glare at him. "Right now, I really do."

He shrugs. "That's okay.”

The elevator stops and the doors slide open. You step into the corridor and turn left, and Anakin sticks close to your side. His hand is still wrapped around your arm, but his grip has loosened. You're not sure if he's worried you'll run, or if he's concerned that you'll collapse, but either way, he stays close, hovering protectively at your side. 

“Well, if it helps, I think you did a damn good job," he says after a few moments of silence. "Obi-Wan did too. He said the same thing."

"Really?" you can’t help but ask. He’d been less than thrilled when you spoke, and you find it hard to imagine he had a kind word to say about you after.

“Are you surprised? He's impressed by pretty much everything you do," he chuckles. You glance over your shoulder and catch the corner of his mouth twitch upward. "Honestly, I'm a little jealous. I thought I was his favorite."

"Oh please," you scoff.

"You know I am," he insists. "He says so all the time."

"You're delusional."

"Or maybe you just don't know him as well as you think you do," he suggests. 

You open your mouth, ready to tell Anakin exactly how well you know Obi-Wan Kenobi, but the words die on your tongue, and your face heats up. 

Anakin’s brows rise, and he grins. "Interesting. I'll have to ask him about that later."

"Don't," you grumble. You look away, your face burning, and try not to think about what Anakin would say if he knew the full extent of your relationship with his former master. You're not ashamed, exactly, but things are still tense between you and Obi-Wan, and you don’t need any more drama. You've had enough.

"Fine, I’ll let it go," he laughs. He squeezes your arm reassuringly. "For now.”

You're not sure if you should believe him, but you appreciate the sentiment all the same. You round the corner, and the doors to the medical wing come into view. You let out a sigh and shake your head. "This is going to be a disaster."

"It's not so bad," Anakin counters. "Kix likes you. He'll go easy on you."

"I'm not worried about Kix," you murmur.

He looks at you curiously, his brows furrowing. "Then who—"

His voice cuts off as the door opens, and the two of you step into the dimly lit medbay. You scan the room. It's quiet. A few troopers are stretched out on the beds in the front of the ward, and most are asleep. Two are staring at the ceiling, and they both turn their heads and wave as you pass. 

The lights are off in the back room where Kix's office is located, and you’re hopeful that means he's in bed. But when you reach the entrance to the small cubicle and peer inside, you spot him, hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't notice you standing there. His head is bowed, and his arms are crossed over his chest, the blue glow of his datapad illuminating his face and the dark circles under his eyes.

"Hey," Anakin calls.

Kix jumps and nearly topples backwards out of his chair, but he grabs the edge of the desk and catches himself just in time. His eyes are wide, and his mouth falls open, his lips moving silently for a few seconds before he manages to form words.

"General Skywalker," he greets. He glances at you and blinks. "General Anathorn? What —"

"I’m fine," you interrupt.

"She isn’t," Anakin adds, and you glare at him. Kix looks at Anakin and then back at you, his brows rising. "Her stitches came loose. She's bleeding."

"Anakin," you hiss.

"I didn't even hit her that hard," he continues, ignoring you. "But she went down pretty quick, and now she's bleeding."

"I'm okay," you grumble. You pull your arm free from his grip and cross your arms, wincing as it pulls on the wound. "It's not that bad.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Kix says with a weary sigh. He rises to his feet and gestures for you to walk over to the nearest empty bed. He rubs the back of his neck as he follows behind you, and motions for you to sit down. "Alright, General, let's see."

The urge to protest is strong, but you’re starting to feel woozy. The blood loss and lack of sleep are catching up to you, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep going. You can't bring yourself to fight him. Not tonight.

You hop onto the bed and carefully shrug off your tunic, leaving you in your breast band. Kix steps closer and frowns. He takes in the sight of your bare skin and the dark bruises covering your torso and arms, the bandages around your shoulder stained a deep red. His face pinches into a scowl. "What happened here?"

"Anakin happened," you grumble.

"She fell," Anakin corrects.

“You fell?" Kix asks incredulously. His gaze flicks to Anakin, and his lips press together, his expression disapproving. "On your shoulder?"

"Not my fault," you mutter. “We were sparring, and—“

“You were sparring?" he repeats, and his scowl deepens. His voice is quiet, but there's a hard edge to it that makes you tense. "After I specifically told you to take it easy and wait until you had a proper check-up? I knew I should have tied you down when I had the chance."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "I'm fine."

"Your arm is bleeding," he snaps. He pulls a pair of scissors from his pocket and grabs the edges of the bandages. "And your stitches are loose. This is not fine." Kix turns his attention to Anakin and narrows his eyes. "How many times did you hit her?"

"Today?” Anakin asks innocently. He shrugs. "I dunno. Like ten. Fifteen?"

"Ten or fifteen times?!" Kix shouts. The words echo through the room, and several of the sleeping troopers stir. One or two of them even sit up and look around. Kix clears his throat and lowers his voice. “With all due respect, sir, what the hell were you thinking?"

"We were just training," Anakin says defensively. "It's not like we were fighting. I could’ve hit her harder if I wanted to. I was holding back.”

“Oh, sure,” you scoff. Anakin glances over at you, and you raise a brow. His lips twitch into a cocky grin, and you roll your eyes, turning away and focusing instead on Kix. "Can we please just get this over with?"

"Yeah," he grumbles, and he starts cutting away the bandages. You grit your teeth as the material sticks to the fresh scabs, and Anakin shifts beside you, his discomfort tangible. "This is going to sting, General. Just try not to move."

"Okay," you mumble.

"You...don't need me here for this," Anakin points out awkwardly. "I'll just...uh...go..." He backs away, his hands up, and heads towards the door. "Let me know when you're done."

You nod, and then he's gone, disappearing into the darkened hallway. 

You take a deep breath and look down as Kix grabs the edges of the fabric and pulls. The bandages fall away, revealing the three gashes running down the outside of your shoulder. The stitches are torn, and a mottling of purple and yellow bruises have formed around the edges of the wounds. It's not as bad as it was the first night, but it's not a pleasant sight, and your stomach turns. You look away.

"This doesn't look good," Kix observes. His brow furrows as he leans closer. He prods gently at the area around the cuts, his touch light and careful, and you wince. "Did it start hurting while you were fighting?"

"It always hurts," you say through clenched teeth. You close your eyes and try to ignore the way your skin is pulling. "That's nothing new."

"Hmm," Kix hums thoughtfully. He turns his head and studies the bruises. "Do these hurt?"

"Not really," you reply.

"What about this?" he asks, his fingers pressing against a sore spot. You hiss and jerk away. "Guess that's a yes." 

He leans back and frowns, his gaze sweeping over the rest of your shoulder. "It's swollen." He touches near the bottom of the injury, and you gasp. He glances up at you, his brows knitted together. "That hurt?"

"Kriff, Kix, everything hurts," you snap. You take a deep breath and swallow hard, your jaw clenched in frustration. "Sorry, I'm sorry. That wasn't fair. Yes, that hurts."

"I see," he mutters. He lets out a heavy sigh. "Well, it looks like you did a number on yourself."

"Thanks," you grumble.

"I'm serious," he sighs again, grabbing a pair of tweezers from the tray next to him and pulling on a pair of gloves. "These stitches are going to need to come out. And you've got a pretty severe strain in your rotator cuff."

"Oh, come on," you protest. "It's just a scratch."

"A scratch?" Kix exclaims. He holds up the tweezers, the metal gleaming in the dim light, and points them at your face. "You call this a scratch? Have you looked in a mirror recently? Your shoulder is a mess. The bruises are bad enough, but this?" 

He gestures to the open wound and the frayed threads hanging out of your skin. "This is an absolute nightmare. You're lucky at least some of these stitches held. They shouldn't have. You're not taking proper care of it."

"I'm not doing anything," you point out.

"Exactly," he retorts. "Which is why I'm going to need you to promise me that you're not going to be running around and getting yourself into trouble."

"But—"

"Promise me. No more sparring matches. No more fights. Nothing that's going to put any more strain on this." He taps the edge of your wound for emphasis, ignoring when you wince and jerk back. "You need to let it heal."

"Kix, please," you plead. You look up and meet his gaze. "I can't do that."

"Well, I guess that's too bad, then," he replies flatly. He picks up a cloth and begins to clean the blood off your skin. "Because until this heals, you're not going to be of much use to anyone."

"Kix," you say, a warning edge in your voice. He pauses and glances up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, and you bite back the next words on your tongue. You let out a breath and sigh. "Fine. I promise."

"Good," he says with a nod.

"Does that mean you'll fix it now?"

"Yes," he chuckles. He grabs the tweezers and presses the cool metal against your skin. "Hold still. I'm going to take these out. I'm sure they're itching something fierce."

"You have no idea," you mutter. You sit still and hold your breath as he begins to pull the threads free, wincing at the sharp pinch and tug of the stitches coming loose. It takes a while. Kix is meticulous and slow, making sure each stitch is completely removed before he moves on, and you watch him carefully. 

The tension in his shoulders tells you he's irritated. He's trying to hide it, but you can tell. You can hardly blame him. You don't think he's had a moment's peace since Saleucami, maybe even longer, and you feel a flash of guilt knowing that he's been dealing with your injuries on top of everything else.

"Hey," you begin tentatively. He glances up at you for a second, but his gaze flicks back to his task almost immediately. "How are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" he asks casually. He sounds indifferent, but his face says otherwise.

"Just, with all of this," you explain, gesturing to the empty beds in the ward and the dark corridors beyond the medbay doors. "How are you holding up?"

"Oh. Well, you know, the usual," he replies with a shrug. He tosses another ruined thread onto the tray and begins working on the next one. "Dealing with karking idiots who won't take care of themselves."

"That's not what I meant," you huff.

"It's fine," he says quietly. "It's my job."

"You—"

"We're all tired," he sighs. "I'm just glad I don't have to worry about anyone dying." He gives you a pointed look and plucks another stitch free. "Not yet, anyway."

"Kix," you admonish softly, a little taken aback by his bluntness, but he doesn't respond. The two of you fall silent as he continues his work, the only sound the quiet click of metal on metal and the soft rustle of fabric.

"So," he says after a long silence. He pulls the last stitch out and begins to dab at the edges of the wound with a wet cloth, his expression serious and focused, his eyes trained on your shoulder. "Why exactly were you sparring?"

"Why not?" you ask casually.

"Because you're supposed to be resting," he reminds you. "That was the agreement. If I remember correctly, and I do, you agreed that if you could leave your bed, you'd be good and take it easy until we docked."

"Oh," you murmur guiltily. "Right."

"And?" he prompts.

"And what?" you ask. You know exactly what he wants you to say, and you're not going to make it easy for him. You're not sure why you're so reluctant to admit your failure, but the words refuse to come out, and your jaw clenches, the stubbornness in you refusing to budge, even though it's obvious that he knows the truth already.

"General," he groans impatiently, and you relent, your shoulders slumping in defeat as you sigh, giving him a sheepish smile in return.

"I liked it better when you were afraid of me," you grumble jokingly. He rolls his eyes, but there's no missing the twitch of his lips, a small smile that quickly turns into a scowl as he shakes his head.

"You're unbelievable," he mutters under his breath. He turns to pick up the bottle of disinfectant, and you're about to make another remark when the doors slide open. 

Rex strides through the entryway, his eyes scanning the room with an intense focus. You know the instant he spots you, because his face relaxes, and his expression changes from one of concern to annoyance.

He's standing just inside the room, his arms folded across his chest, his gaze hard. You can't tell if he's mad, but judging by the tightness of his jaw and the narrowing of his eyes, you'd say that he is. His eyes travel over you, lingering on your shoulder, and then they move to Kix as he tilts his head to the side and raises a brow. 

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing," you say quickly.

"The General tore her stitches," Kix answers at the same time. He gives a cursory look over his shoulder and a nod to Rex before turning back to his work.

"Oh?" Rex says. He walks over and stands next to the bed, his arms still crossed, his expression neutral, but the disapproval is written all over him. "That looks bad."

"I'm fine," you reassure him as Kix turns back around and moves closer to you.

"No, she's not," Kix disagrees. He doesn't look at either of you, his eyes trained on his work as he pours disinfectant onto the cut and wipes it clean, seemingly immune to the withering glare you're shooting his way. "She's lost a lot of blood, and she's in pain. She should be in bed."

"I told you, I'm—"

"Fine?" Rex finishes. His tone is dry, and you can tell by the way his jaw clenches and his brow creases that he's less than impressed. He looks back down at your shoulder, his brows drawing together, and he shakes his head. "You don't look fine."

"I will be," you promise.

"If she takes it easy and listens to me," Kix adds as he picks up a needle and thread. "Now, not that I'm not happy to see you, Captain, but what are you doing here?"

Rex falters, and his gaze flickers between you and Kix. You can't help but smirk at the flustered look on his face. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders, his expression returning to one of indifference, though his cheeks are still a bit pink.

"I need a refill on my painkillers,” he says stiffly, and you duck your head, hiding your grin at the obvious lie. Kix stills, needle and thread hovering in the air over your arm, and he shoots Rex a dubious look.

"Painkillers?" he repeats slowly, staring at Rex for a second longer before he starts stitching the wound closed. He gives him another quick glance. "I can't get you to take those more than once every couple of days, and now suddenly you're running out? How's that possible?"

"You told me to use them, and I've been using them," Rex explains, a note of irritation in his voice. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "And now they're gone."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yes," Rex grumbles.

"Have you checked everywhere?" Kix presses. "Because if you're not taking them properly—

"Kix," Rex cuts in impatiently. "I know how to take a pill. It's not that complicated. They're gone. That's all there is to it."

"Alright, fine," Kix mutters, tying the end of the thread and snipping it off before moving on to the next stitch. "I'll get you more. Just let me finish up here, and I'll grab them for you." 

Rex nods, and he falls silent as Kix works. He leans back against the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes drift to the ceiling. You stare at him, waiting for him to look at you, but his gaze remains fixed on the lights above. 

After several minutes of awkward silence, Kix finally finishes and bandages the wound, and he rises to his feet and disappears into the back office.

You cast a look around, taking stock of the sleeping patients and empty beds. When you're satisfied that no one's listening, you turn to Rex.

"So," you whisper. Rex doesn't respond, and you continue, a hint of amusement in your tone, "What's the real reason you're here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says flatly, his gaze still trained upwards, his face blank. His mouth twitches into a small smile. "I'm here for painkillers."

"Painkillers," you repeat. You raise a brow and study his expression, his face unreadable. You're tempted to push him for answers, but the truth is, you're not entirely sure what to say, and a strange unease settles in the pit of your stomach. "Well, thank you for checking up on me. But I'm fine."

"Good," he mutters, and he looks away, his eyes drifting towards the door to Kix's office, where the medic is still rummaging through his supplies. A frown pulls at his lips. "What happened?"

"Anakin and I were sparring," you reply honestly. "We got a little carried away."

"I see," he hums. He tilts his head towards the wound on your shoulder. "And why were you and General Skywalker sparring at 0200 hours?"

"Because we can," you quip.

Rex doesn't laugh. Instead, he lets out a long sigh, and he gives you a disapproving look, his brow furrowed. "Is that the best you can come up with?"

"I don't know what you want me to say," you huff defensively. You cross your arms over your chest and look down at the floor. "I'm not sorry."

"I didn't ask you to be," he says calmly. "But if you're going to get hurt again, I'd prefer it if you'd try not to do it in the middle of the night."

"Fair enough," you mutter under your breath. He lets out another heavy sigh, a low, tired sound, and he closes his eyes, his head dropping forward. You shift uncomfortably and bite your lip. "How did you even know I was here?"

"One of the night guard saw you being dragged by General Skywalker, dripping blood, and figured it was important enough to report it," he grunts. His head snaps up, and he opens his eyes, staring at the wall in front of him. "What was he thinking? What were either of you thinking?"

"Not thinking was kind of the whole point," you retort with a shrug, wincing slightly as the movement pulls at the newly-stitched wound. 

Rex’s head swivels around to face you at the sound, and he narrows his eyes. You can tell by the way his mouth tightens and his eyes darken that he's worried, and a surge of guilt shoots through your chest.

You sigh and drop your hands to your lap. "Sorry. I just...needed to get out of my own head."

"What?"

"It's nothing," you mumble. You wave him off and look down at your feet. "Forget it."

He makes a low, thoughtful noise, and his fingers twitch, his hand clenching and releasing a few times before he finally speaks.

"I'm familiar with the concept," he murmurs. His shoulders sag as the tension leaves him, and he leans against the bed, his back against the edge. His expression softens, and his gaze is fixed on yours. "I just don't think it's worth getting injured for."

"Yeah," you say quietly, avoiding his eyes. "Me neither."

"Listen, I know it's been rough. We've all been through a lot, but..." His voice trails off, and he runs a hand over the back of his neck. You watch as he swallows hard and looks away, his eyes searching the floor, his face tight. "Just be careful. I don't want you getting hurt. And if you need to talk..."

"Yeah," you sigh. "I know."

"I mean it," he insists, turning back to face you, his brows drawn together in concern. "You can come to me." 

He pauses, his lips pressing together in a thin line, and he glances over his shoulder towards the door leading to Kix's office. When he speaks again, his voice is barely audible, so quiet that you almost miss it. "Any time."

Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, and you bite your lip, a small, hopeful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You can feel your cheeks warming at the look he gives you, his eyes meeting yours, a softness in them that makes your chest ache. 

"Thank you."

"Any time," he echoes. 

He looks up and gives you a lopsided grin, his eyes crinkling at the edges, and you can't help but grin back. Your heart is racing, and you're overcome with a sudden rush of affection for him. It doesn’t take you by surprise anymore, but it still fills you with warmth. It's a nice feeling, one that you've grown accustomed to over the past few months, and one that you find yourself craving more and more.

There's something about him, his voice, the way he looks at you, the way he cares, that makes your heart flutter. You've known him for a while now, but recently it's been stronger, more intense. You're not sure if it's because of the time the two of you have spent together lately or if it's simply the stress of war weighing on your emotions. Maybe it's because you're finally starting to see you're not alone in feeling this way, that he might care for you as much as you care for him.

Whatever it is, it's getting harder and harder to ignore. It's distracting, dangerous. And right now, in the middle of the medbay within earshot of Kix and the other patients in various states of consciousness around you, you can't afford to let yourself be distracted. Especially by Rex. Even if you wanted to. Which you don't. Definitely not. No. It's better for both of you to keep your distance.

It's safer.

It's what needs to be done.

"General," Rex says softly, bringing you back to reality, his tone cautious. He leans forward slightly and reaches out his hand as if to touch your arm, but he stops short, his fingers hovering an inch or so from your skin. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," you say quickly, blinking and giving him a reassuring smile. You lean back a little and put a few inches of space between the two of you. "Just tired. Really tired."

"Okay," he replies skeptically. His brows draw together in confusion as his gaze travels over you, his eyes lingering on the bandage on your shoulder and the bruises scattered across your chest and abdomen, before settling on your face. “I just—“

"Rex," Kix calls.

Rex's hand drops to his side and he turns his head towards the office. You follow his gaze. Kix is standing in the doorway, a small paper cup in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. His brow furrows as he studies the two of you. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," Rex assures him.

Kix doesn't look convinced. His gaze flickers from Rex to you and then back again. His expression turns serious. "Are you sure? Because if something's going on—"

"We're fine," Rex insists, taking a step forward and holding his hand out. "You can give me the meds. I'll get out of your hair."

"Okay," Kix says slowly.

He hesitates for a moment before walking over to Rex and placing the cup and bottle into his open palm. Rex thanks him and immediately pops a pill into his mouth, swallowing it down with the cup of water.

"Remember what I said about the dosage. You're only supposed to take one. Any more than that, and you're going to be sleeping for the next two days."

"I know," Rex grumbles. He places the cup on the table beside the bed and slides the bottle into his pocket. "Thanks."

"Anytime," Kix replies. He glances at you, a small smile tugging at his lips, and he shakes his head. "Don't let me catch you in here again. I'm going to start charging."

"I make no promises," you say with a grin.

"Figures," he sighs. He walks past Rex and heads towards the back office. "Have a good night."

"Night," Rex replies. He looks at you and clears his throat. "You coming?”

"Oh. Uh, yeah," you say quickly. You scoot to the edge of the bed and swing your legs over the side. "Where are we going?"

"We're not going anywhere," he answers. He nods towards the door. "You're going to bed. I'm going to go back to sleep. And tomorrow you're going to take it easy."

"But—"

"That was the agreement," he reminds you. He gives you a pointed look. "You promised."

"Right," you agree, hopping off the bed and landing lightly on the floor. You grab your bloody tunic from the counter and slide your arms through the sleeves. Rex watches silently as you adjust the fabric, carefully avoiding your bandaged shoulder. 

He opens his mouth, and you hold up a hand. "If you tell me to take it easy, I swear—"

"You're not going to listen anyway," he sighs. "Let's just go."

"After you," you tease.

Rex shakes his head and begins walking towards the door. You fall into step behind him, your hands clasped in front of you, and the two of you slip quietly out of the medbay and into the darkened corridors beyond.

The hallway is empty save for a single trooper stationed at the end near the lift. He doesn't react as you and Rex pass him. He keeps his eyes forward, his attention focused on the empty corridor, and you follow Rex around the corner and into the next hall.

The lights are dimmed, and the soft hum of the ship's engines echoes throughout the empty passageway. The quiet is peaceful, and you feel a weight lift from your shoulders.

You glance at Rex. His gaze is straight ahead, his eyes fixed on the floor. You're tempted to reach out and try to touch his hand, but the risk of running into someone, anyone, is too high. You swallow hard and clench your fists by your side instead. 

"You know," you start casually, "If you wanted to check up on me, you could've just come by."

"I don't know what you mean," he says without looking up. His voice is flat and even, and you can't help but smile at his attempt at sounding innocent. 

"Come on," you coax, nudging his shoulder gently with yours, careful not to jostle the wound. "You can't fool me."

"I don't know what you mean," he repeats, his voice a little louder, but still without emotion. He turns his head, his gaze flicking up and catching yours for a brief moment before darting away. His lips twitch into a smile. "I'm just here for the painkillers."

"Yeah?" you prod. He nods once. "So, you're saying I was nothing but an afterthought, then."

"Yep," Rex agrees without missing a beat. You scoff, and he glances at you, his eyes shining mischievously in the low light. You can't help but laugh. The sound echoes through the empty hall, and he shushes you playfully, his lips twitching upward.

"What?" you whisper.

"Shh," he chuckles, pressing a finger to his lips. "You'll wake the whole ship."

"Sorry," you say, stifling another giggle, and his smile widens. You nudge him again and lower your voice further. "Thank you. For checking on me."

"Of course," he murmurs, and your heart skips a beat. You try to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach, but it's getting harder and harder to do as he slows his pace and falls into step beside you, his body a hair's breadth from yours.

The two of you walk in silence, stealing glances at each other as you go. The hallways are quiet and empty, and there's no one to see. There's no reason to rush. So you linger, savoring the moment, enjoying the closeness, the warmth of his presence. You feel better than you have in a long time, lighter somehow.

You look at Rex. His face is turned away, but you can see the small smile playing on his lips. It's barely there, but it's real, and you can't help the warmth that spreads through your chest at the sight. This feels right, comfortable. Safe. You can't remember the last time you felt like this.

“What?” he asks softly, his gaze flicking towards you.

You blink. You're staring at him, and you're not quite sure when that happened.

"Nothing," you mutter quickly, shaking your head and looking down at your feet, unable to hold his gaze any longer. He chuckles and bumps his shoulder against yours. You look back up, and his smile is wider now, his eyes shining with amusement. You bite your lip.

This is new. The playful teasing, the laughter, the smiles. The last time you had this much fun together was months ago, and you've missed it. A lot.

You keep walking, and he keeps pace, neither of you looking at each other, both of you pretending not to notice the other's reaction. But no matter how much you drag your feet, the moment has to end eventually. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the end of the hallway and stop in front of your door. 

You turn to Rex and give him a sheepish smile. "This is my stop."

"So it is," he says quietly. His eyes flick to the door and then back to you. "I guess I should let you get some rest."

"Yeah," you agree reluctantly. "Probably a good idea."

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, neither of you wanting to leave. He takes a deep breath, his face contorting as if he's in pain, and then he lets it out and shakes his head.

"Take it easy," he tells you. He raises his eyebrows and gives you a meaningful look. "And get some sleep. That's an order."

You grin and roll your eyes. "I outrank you, you know."

"I know," he says. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're exhausted. You need to sleep." He points a finger at the door behind you. "I don't want to see you again until tomorrow afternoon. Understand?"

The commanding tone of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you bite back a smile as you nod obediently.

"Fine, I'll be a good girl,” you concede playfully, batting your lashes, your voice dripping with mock innocence. You press a hand against your heart. "I promise."

His cheeks flush pink as he clears his throat, his gaze shifting away from you. You smirk, pleased with your success, and Rex huffs, his eyes narrowing when they land back on yours.

"Go to sleep," he orders sternly. "I'm serious."

"I know," you assure him, your expression sobering. "I'll try, at least."

He gives you a knowing look, and your pulse quickens, a tingling sensation spreading through your body. You're not sure what it is, but something about his proximity, the way his eyes bore into yours, makes you feel a bit dizzy. You lean against the wall and take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Only if you promise to get some sleep too,” you say finally, tilting your head slightly, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "You look like shit."

He lets out a chuckle, and his eyes crinkle at the edges. "Yes, sir."

His hand lifts in a mock salute, and you laugh, a warm rush of affection filling your chest as he smiles back. He's always so serious. It's a nice change to see him like this, playful and relaxed, so clearly at ease. You wish he could always be like this. It suits him. He's always been handsome, but now, seeing him happy, carefree, it's almost impossible to look away. 

You feel a pang in your chest, and your mind wanders. You wish it could last. You wish that he could stay. But it's late, and you're tired, and it's better this way. Better that he leave now before either of you do something you might regret. 

You smile softly at him. "Anything else, Captain?"

"Yes," Rex replies quietly. "If you need anything—"

"I'll let you know," you finish. "I promise."

"Okay," he says, his eyes meeting yours, a look of understanding passing between the two of you. His hand brushes against yours briefly before pulling away. "Goodnight."

"Night," you sigh.

Rex gives you one last smile before turning away and heading down the hall. You watch him disappear around the corner and into the dark before you finally turn and punch the access code into the keypad beside the door. It slides open, and you step inside, the doors sliding shut behind you.

You let out a heavy sigh, your body sagging against the wall as you close your eyes. You feel lighter than you have in weeks, more at ease, and a small, contented smile plays across your lips. You're not sure how far the two of you can take this thing between you, but you're happy knowing that whatever it is, it's still here. That's enough for now.

Maybe it won't last. Maybe it will. You can't know. But right now, you can't bring yourself to care. For once, you're content to let yourself have this.

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[charliedawn]

Alright alright, I worked up the courage to ask about Star Wars. Can I get a How they would kiss you preference for Star Wars? Aniken and Han Solo and any characters you might want.

Anakin :

The first time you kissed Ani, it was on the return of one of his missions and someone had told you that he had been hurt during said mission. You hadn't wasted a single second before climbing aboard ship before it even reached the ground, praying that Anakin was alright.

You found him in the medical bay, laid down on a bed and your heart missed a beat. You stepped forward to hold his hand and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Come on, Ani...Wake up. For me. Please."

You then kissed him, unaware of what was going on in Anakin's head—since you weren't force sensitive.

In Anakin's head :

'Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Don't laugh. Don't freak out. It's not like Y/N is kissing you right now. They're going to be so mad when they discover it was a prank.'

And then, as if the force itself had summoned him, Obi-Wan stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks before eyeing the both of you suspiciously.

"What are you doing ?", he asked before folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. You suddenly took a step back and threw your hands in the air.

"It's...It's not what it looks like !", you tried to defend yourself—but Obi-Wan shook his head before looking straight at Anakin.

"Not you. You. Get up, Anakin.", he told him and you frowned in incomprehension, until Anakin started talking that is.

"Can't, master. I'm playing dead."

Your eyes grew wide and you were seriously debating on whether to be overjoyed by the fact that he was alright, or kill him yourself.

"No, you're playing the idiot. Now, get up.", Obi-Wan said knowingly and Anakin rolled his eyes before finally sitting up.

Obi-Wan sighed before walking away.

"You have five minutes."

The moment he was out, you glared at Anakin who addressed you a cheeky wink before asking.

"Sooo...You were worried, huh ?"

You restrained an eye roll before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Ani...You are the biggest jerk in all the galaxy. And I'm mad at you. And it doesn't make any sense. But, I still love you."

You then kissed him again and he smiled at your words. He knew he was a fool, but it felt so good to be your fool—he would gladly spent an eternity being yours.

"If that's how you kiss all jerks, I'll gladly be the king of jerks."

You shook your head in disbelief before hitting his chest playfully. You then both burst into laughter and he took your hand before you left the ship to go home.

Anakin is passionate and playful. He'd do anything for a smile. And even when you're mad at him, he'd find a way to make you laugh and indulge into giving him what he wants.

He would have his kiss, no matter what.

Han Solo :

You were one of the Rebel fighters and had met Han Solo when he was trapped on wookie territory. The Rebellion had sent you on a rescue mission and boy, were you skillful with a blaster.

He immediately noticed you and since then, had been unable to stay away.

Finally, he confessed his love for you just as he was on a mission to go stop Darth Vader.

"Hey, Y/N...I might not make it. So...Just wanted to let you know that I love you and try not to cry too hard if I..."

He wanted to reassure you, but he knew that the mission would be dangerous and decided to be honest with you. But, he didn't plan on you—grabbing him by the back of the neck to kiss him before he could utter another word. Not that he was complaining. But, he was actually trying to be a gentleman.

"Make sure you do.", you told him and Han blinked twice before chuckling nervously.

"Yeah...I'll do that."

He then went aboard his ship and you smiled before grabbing Chewbacca's hand before he also went inside after him.

"Bring our Han back in one piece, alright ?"

Chewbacca let out a loud roar in agreement before pulling you into a hug and you smiled—hiding your tears into his fur. You knew the mission would be dangerous, you weren't delusional. But, you were certain Han would be back. He had promised you afterall and Chewbacca seemed to believe the same. You stayed there until the Millennium Falcon was out of sight before returning to your duties.

A few days later :

When they returned, you ran into Han's arms and he gratefully accepted the rain of kisses you had in store for him. He had missed you too. He was so glad he could come back to you and blinked his tears away. He didn't think he would make it, but damn...He was mighty glad he did.

Han is into long and deeply heart-felt kisses. He may seem like the flirtatious and quick kisses type of man. But, he likes knowing someone is waiting for him. Once he has accepted you in his heart, he's not leaving your side and would spend hours kissing you if he could.

Poe Dameron :

Poe had been held captive for so long, it was a shock when he suddenly reappeared and you dropped everything to run and wrap your arms around him. He chuckled and held you even closer while he peppered your face with kisses, trying to stop your tears.

"Ssh...I'm here. I'm here."

You had been so afraid he'd be gone for good this time, your legs gave under you, but Poe kept you steady. He cupped the back of your head and kept you close to him while he thanked his luck star he got another moment with you.

Poe is a pretty passionate guy. He is also often on a ship, flying into danger. So, every moment counts. He wouldn't lose any time and kiss you and embrace you every chance he gets—knowing it might be his last.

Kylo Ren :

"You...wish to kiss me ?", Kylo Ren suddenly stated when you were both alone—reading your mind easily.

You sighed. Of course...

"Is that wrong ?", you asked—completely unashamed. It wasn't like you could hide anything from him. You thought he was a good leader in his good days (an awful one on his bad ones) and didn't see the point in trying to hide it. He seemed almost surprised for a second before answering you.

"Not to my knowledge. The human body has very unpredictable needs and I recall that the act of kissing is one of them...However...", he frowned slightly before adding. "I also recall that the act is to show affection to loved ones. So, why would you wish to partake in such an activity with me ?"

You shrugged.

"Because you are the only one who wouldn't be disgusted by the scars."

He tilted his head quizzically at you before you sighed and removed your helmet—showing him your old battle scars.

"Crenian acid. The Crenians can be quite creative with their torture methods. The acid slipped through my armor and disfigured me for life."

Kylo stayed silent while examining your features with attention. You did have red angry scars almost identical to his...but far numerous and even though he knew better than to judge, you wouldn't be considered pretty in any beauty standards he knew of.

But, he smiled.

Good. Because, he didn't like pretty.

He took a step forward and slowly reached for your chin to raise it in order for your eyes to meet. You eyes were a sight to behold though...Dark and magnetic. He could easily read your mind, but even if he did...There was always something he would miss—something he couldn't quite grasp.

"Do you really want this ?", he asked—even though you had thought about it for a long time and you nodded.

That's all the encouragement he needed.

He crashed his lips onto yours and muffled all sounds you could have made. He swallowed them and took pride in taking you by surprise.

Kylo Ren is possessive and quite violent in his kisses. He's not nice or sweet. But, he can be when he wants to...which is almost never. But sometimes, Ben would resurface and kiss you sweetly when he knows that you can't handle the other one. There'd be a constant battle within him and not only about the force—but about you as well.

Armitage Hux :

"What do you want, soldier ?! Why call me to this floor when there are so many officers that could..?!"

"General Hux...I believe I want to kiss you.", you interrupted him and general Hux' eyes grew wide in shock. You had been close at the academy...But, he never thought...

"What ?"

"I want to kiss you.", you repeated and general Hux's jaw went slack in disbelief for a couple of seconds before he shook his head to regain his composure.

"You want to kiss me so badly, you'd really risk losing your life ?", he finally asked and you replied with a daring smirk—even though you were terrified inside.

"And what if I am ?"

He huffed a mocking laugh before shaking his head again.

"Then, you are insane. You are a stormtrooper. You shouldn't desire anything.", he reasoned and turned around to step away.

"Then, tell me, general...How come I desire you ?", you shot back.

He stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a quizzical side glance. You smiled and reached forward for his hand before wrapping it around your wrist and positioning his thumb above your pulse point. You wanted him to feel it...feel what you've always felt around him.

"How come...general ?", you repeated softly—but with more insistance this time around as he seemed genuinely puzzled. He raised his other hand to wrap his fingers around your throat and feel the pulse there too...As if trying to decipher if you were being serious, or just tricking him into believing someone could ever want him...

"A default in your programming. A mere illusion that you are playing yourself to comfort your lonely nights..."

But, he didn't pull away. Seems like someone did have lonely nights as well...You leaned forward and he didn't stop you. When you lips touched, he let out a small gasp before holding you tightly against him. There was no logical explanation, no possible reasoning, none whatsoever as to why Hux suddenly felt the need to hold you...But, he did.

And, when you were the one who pulled back, you could see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But, he quickly got back his composure and stood up straight—a single strand of his red hair out of place the only proof of what you had just done.

"D...Dismissed."

He had trouble uttering the command and you smiled before finally agreeing. You wouldn't tell him how your heart was thrashing in your chest, threatening to jump out of your ribcage. He probably already knew from the moment you kissed, hence the small gasp of surprise.

What you didn't know was how general Hux himself became red in the face the moment you were out and tried to cover it—stabilizing himself by supporting himself on the back of a chair. One more minute and he would have melted right in front of you.

General Hux hides his emotions from sight, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any. He'd give you quick and sweet kisses when no one is looking and give you smiles only you could witness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi :

To be honest, you weren't prepared for the first time you kissed Obi-Wan. He had pulled you from the crowd because he needed a native to escape the many stormtroopers and you had agreed to pretend being his wife/husband for a while—not to raise suspicion. You were an ally to the jedi cause and had tried to help him the best you could.

However, a stormtrooper had eventually cornered you in a dark alley and with no exit. He had asked you for your papers, but Obi-Wan didn't have any. Thankfully, your papers could suffice if you were considered family,but the stormtrooper was suspicious and refused to just drop it. You saw Obi-Wan touch the handle of his lightsaber. But, instead of alerting the others of your presence by killing the stormtrooper—you had another idea and suddenly pulled Obi-Wan by the collar to clash your lips against his.

The stormtrooper wanted to speak, but Obi-Wan raised a finger—as if asking him to wait for a minute while he kissed you back. The stormtrooper coughed and looked away. He really hadn't expected it and you smirked. At least now, he had proof you were together and you wiped your lips with a cheeky wink at the soldier before walking past him.

"That's my wife/husband.", Obi-Wan uttered with a dreamy smile—a slight note of disbelief in his tone before the stormtrooper let out a small snort at his words.

"....Lucky you."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement before attempting to comb his hair back with his fingers. He then walked past the stormtrooper as well and that was how you succeeded in escaping inspection...and you became Obi-Wan's partner.

It is against the Jedi code to form such romantic attachments, but Obi-Wan was ready to bend the rules for you. You made him want to brave the Jedi council and anyone who would dare say that your love wasn't right.

His kisses would be the symbol of that, genuine, true and open. You wouldn't try to hide your love, no matter what...Because it is pure and beautiful.

Darth Vader :

It was at a time when you thought you could bring back your old Anakin. You had followed Darth Vader in an attempt to make him see reason, but the day he decided to kill the children...that was the day you decided enough was enough.

You stood in his way and gave him an ultimatum.

If he was to hurt them, he would have to step over your cold dead body. You loved him and you knew better than to side with the jedi, but you wouldn't let him kill the kids. It didn't feel right. But, you didn't expect it when he lit his lightsaber and the terrible red hue made the children scream in terror behind you. You stayed put while Darth Vader wondered what he should do with you. Anakin used to be so fond of you, but there was no place for such affection in his heart no longer.

But, you still wanted to try.

You took a step forward and pleaded with tears in your eyes.

"Please, Ani...Don't do this. I love you."

The words he had dreamt of hearing so many times before—mere buzzing in the background of this uncontrollable anger he felt growing inside of him now. You knew words wouldn't be enough, so you raised your hands to gently cup his cheeks and place a tender kiss on his lips. You thought it would be enough, that he would feel your love in this kiss...And, maybe he did.

But, it was far from enough.

"...How dare you ?"

His words cut your breath short as he pushed you away with the force and you landed on the floor, your whole body shaking in pain as he screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THOSE WORDS NOW ?! YOU LET THEM CAST ME ASIDE ! I WAITED SO LONG FOR YOU TO CONFESS THE SAME LOVE I FELT FOR YOU, AND YOU DO IT NOW ?! AND FOR WHO ?! FOR WHAT ?! NOT FOR ME ! TO SAVE THOSE PITIFUL JEDI !"

He raised his hand towards the children huddled together in a corner and you forced yourself to stand up again and stand in front of them.

"They are only children, Ani...Please..."

He saw the desperation in your gaze, but shook his head.

"It's too late, Y/N. You are too late.", he told you and your eyes widened at the clear accusation in his words. He was holding you as responsible for what he had become than the rest. And when his lightsaber raised in the air, you uttered a loud scream of frustration before drawing out your own lightsaber—your two weapons clashed against each other and showed you each other's faces.

You were scared of what you saw in his eyes, and so did he. His eyes softened for just a second at your tear-strained face and the hatred there. You hated that you loved him, you hated that it was too late and most of all, you hated your own powerlessness as you could only watch the love of your life fall into a pit of darkness without you...You wished your heart couldn't see right from wrong, but it did. And this...this was wrong.

"A—!" You tried to talk again, but he turned his head away. Anakin was dead. You should know that. So, why ? Why do you keep holding on to a memory ? But he took a step back and only glared at the children behind you before sighing in defeat.

"Go. Take the children with you. Before I do something I regret."

His voice was cold and commanding. You held back your tears before walking away. You couldn't stay, not if you wanted the children to survive.

"I'll come back for you.", you whispered.

Another empty promise that you both knew there was no way you could hold. But, he still gave you a weak smile and nodded knowingly before the door closed behind you.

"No. You won't..."

[blue-sadie]

Squished Between

Anakin Skywalker x Reader x Obi Wan kenobi

Summary: having targets on your back ends you up with two hot bodyguards

Warning: age gap, pool sex

Yn/3rd person pov

My family is very well known and being well known has its up and downs we had a lot of allies and enemies so we were close to the jedi order especially master skywalker and kenobi.

"put some clothes on" my dad complained as I waltzed into the room, I was wearing a skimpy bikini and I bite my lip as I caught anakin looking at my body up and down.

"I'm gonna hang by the pool" I smiled skipping my way out to the pool and as I reached the pool a shiver ran through my body their intense gaze made my body feel on fire, I dipped my feet into the water and sat myself on the edge of the pool, "hey their pretty girl" anakin murmured as he and obi wan came outside "so what brings you guys this side of the planet" I asked leaning back on my elbows looking back at them.

"Your father has asked us to look after you while he's away" kenobi said adjust his belt I smirked glancing over to anakin who averted his gaze as I looked at him "I wonder if my dad will ever realize I'm a grown woman and not a child" I sighed dramatically as I got up and went deeper into the pool swaying my hips with each step.

"Come join me" I murmured not looking at them "We can't-" I glanced at anakin "why are you that bor-" and as planned anakin took off his robes leaving him in his tunic and jumped in "what were you saying" anakin muttered as he came towards me.

"Nothing" I murmured batting my eyelashes at him making him chuckle "I'm sure you were about to call Mr boring" he grinned evilly as he started backing me up against the wall "I thought we were supposed to be professional" obi wan groaned as he too slid off his robes and joined us in the pool.

"We could but how can we resist this lovely and how she always teases us" anakin chuckled as he used his hand to caress my cheek "so you were getting the message I thought I was just to young for you" I loved rilling them up "sweetheart I'm only a couple years older then you so you better watch" anakin muttered as he clasped my chin tightly.

Their touch made my body feel on fire, obi wan lips molded against mine roughly as their hands started to pull off my clothes "your so beautiful" obi wan smiled and I gasped as anakins fingers dipped down to my core gently slipping into my folds rubbing my clit my eyes flattered as my mouth opened onto an o shape "f-fuck" I moaned.

Their touch made my body feel on fire, obi wan lips molded against mine roughly as their hands started to pull off my clothes "your so beautiful" obi wan smiled and I gasped as anakins fingers dipped down to my core gently slipping into my folds rubbing my clit my eyes flattered as my mouth opened onto an o shape "f-fuck" I moaned.

They chuckled and praised my reactions as anakin slipped his fingers into me "she's so tight" anakin groaned as he started using his fingers to scissor me "and look at these perky things" kenobi growled as he started to play with my breasts and pinch my nibbles my moans started turning into soft crys as I felt my climax coming nearer "please can I c-cum" I cried and they only laughed before anakin gave me a teasing yes, he started thrusting his fingers deeper into my pussy and adding more intill his all his fingers were inside it was getting to be too much.

Tears started to prick my eyes as my body began to tense and my core began to clench "c-cumming" I whined out my legs squeezing around his hand "such a good slut" anakin chuckled kissing my forehead, I whined as they pulled back from me my body still shaking from the orgasm but my mouth immediately began to water as the slid off their tunics leaving them bare, I bit my lip in excitement as I looked down at their cocks they were exactly as expected big.

"So how do you want to play this sweetheart" kenobi asked as they settled beside me again I looked at him with lust and hunger and ran one of my hands up and down his chest as I leaned up to his ear "I want you both in my pussy" I whispered but loud enough for anakin to hear kenobi was flustered and didn't know what to say while anakin just growled out.

Anakin pushed up behind me caging me between them "that could be arranged" he growled out and his hands ran down the back of my thighs stopping at my knee before picking me up I squealed out as he brought my legs to my chest but a bit spread out obi wan took in the sight as he pressed himself closer to me and he moved his cock running the tip up and down my slit "please obi please" I begged arching my back towards him he only grinned "as you wish princess" and finally pushed in.

We both moaned in pleasure as he started moving "you were r-right she is t-tight" he groaned "like I said master when am I ever wrong" anakin laughed as he adjusted me as his cock was also by my slit "you ready slut" he growled and only pushed in when I nodded, I cried out as it burned at the stretch "fuck" anakin yelled out as kenobi tensed his jaw so he didn't make a sound.

Their cocks filled me up and they had to wait for me to adjust before they could move "y-you can move" I murmured as I put my arms around obi wan for support, they slowly started to pump into me asking every few minutes if I was ok but after the fith one my pained whines turned into moans and they took that as a sign to move faster "your doing so well sweetheart" kenobi praised and kissed me again but more roughly and full of passion "aww don't leave me out" anakin whined playfully before starting to suck on my neck again.

My breathing started to quicken and my eyes rolled as their cocks brushed against my sweet spot "I think we found it" anakin groaned and started to hit that spot over and over again my body began to react to their touches as I felt a knot form in my stomach, I started to clench around them to help make them cum "if you keep doing that sweetheart I can't hold myself back" kenobi groaned and I felt their cocks began to twitch.

Their thrusts started to quicken and our moans started getting louder as we neared our climaxes "c-cum in-inside me" I moaned as I cum my body spasming in their arms, it only took them a few more thrusts before they filled me up and some of their cum leaked out into the pool "f-fuck" I whined out as they carefully pulled out of me but anakin stilled held me firm against his chest.

My body felt weak and sore so I was using him for support "w-what time is my dad g-getting back" I stuttered my throat was dry and sore, anakin leaned down to my ear and whispered darkly.

"in one whole week"

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Authors notes; what do you guys think? First post fully on another fandom, hope you guys like it 🥰

[gremlinvanfleet]

𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊 - 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 

anakin skywalker, circa. the clone wars

kinktober 2023

masterlist

who else is better than hayden christensen to kick off the month? we also have the same name and that's so wicked.

summary: you and anakin have been fighting in the deadly war for far too long, and you finally begin to turn to each other for comfort in the trying times after so much loss.

warnings: smut, swearing

word count: 1,884 (i'm so sorry)

The war had been taking its toll on everyone. Yourself included in that list of people as Obi-Wan’s new Padawan. You hadn’t noticed it about Anakin however. He commanded your fleet and you trusted him with every fibre of your being. He was strong, wise and had animal like instincts. A true leader. He never ever wavered and that’s why there was so much confidence in him, even if he defied orders, he always did it with the best interest of the people.

“Y/L/N! I need you here. Focus please.” He touched your shoulder. You didn’t even noticed you zoned out. 

“Sorry, General.” He nodded. He continued with his attack plan. It was simple but unbelievably effective. He didn’t believe in making things unnecessarily complex, especially when it could put his men at risk. 

“General Skywalker, how are we supposed to sneak in when they have droids outside the whole ship?” A clone asked. 

“That’s were Y/N comes in.” He gestured towards you. You felt your face heat up. You thought you were just going to be piloting with Anakin, not heading the mission. “She will fly around the perimeter and act as a distraction while we strike underneath.” 

“You have faith in her flying? She’s just a kid.” Another one chimed in. He shook his head. 

“Myself and General Kenobi have yet to see a reason to not. She’s reliable and smart. Don’t second guess me again.” He glared. Him defending you made you have a funny feeling in your stomach. 

You took a moment to admire him in this state that came so naturally to him. His hair had been a bit more tousled than usual, and his uniform was more wrinkled than you remember it. You saw him run his hands through it before he came into the command centre. Stress. The lightsaber attached to his waist shined under the light of the hologram above him. His blue eyes were as fiery as usual and the intensity behind his voice made you think he received intel that he didn’t find favourable. You felt for your friend and mentor in the moment. Obi-Wan may be your master but Anakin was a true friend. He’d been through everything you had already. He understands you. 

“Okay. I think that’s everything. Let’s go men. We have a hard battle ahead. Fight hard and with valiance and I’ll be endlessly proud.” He smiled but his eyes looked sad. He knows not everyone in this room will be coming back. 

The clones left the room but Anakin grabbed your wrist, prompting you to stay behind. 

“What is it, General?” You thought he had something important to say but instead you were met with his sad blues looking into yours. 

“I just feel like something bad is going to happen with this mission. I just don’t want it happening to you. Please promise me you’ll be careful.” 

“Anakin, you’re the one who taught me how to fly, remember? I believe you called yourself the best pilot in the galaxy. If you can’t have faith in me, have it in yourself.” You smiled at him. He chuckled. 

“Point taken. I do have faith in you though, Y/N. So does Obi-Wan. We are both so incredibly proud of you. You’ve served the council well and I’m certain you’ll continue to do so.” 

“Then why are you so worried? I’ll be just fine.” You tried to reassure him, even though you didn’t fully believe yourself. It’s scary when he gets a feeling like that. He’s always been able to see ahead. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s go then.” He walked beside you and nudged your shoulder. You laughed and walked with him to the hangar. 

The mission was gruelling but a success. Anakin had lost many of his men this time around but you made it out okay. In fact, you pulled it off perfectly. You had taken down one of General Grievous’ droid ships. Only a grain of sand in the scheme of things however. After the mission, Anakin came out of it with a heavy heart. He thought no one was looking but you saw him ignite his saber and use it in a supply room. Items clattered everywhere while he took out his rage. What was he mad at? It could be anything. The loss of his men. The knowledge that there is still so much work that needs to be done and that means losing even more men. It hurt you to see him in so much pain like this. You couldn’t just leave him like that. 

“Hey…” You stood in the doorway. He looked at you, nostrils flared, eyes in a frenzy. 

“What are you doing here? Go get some rest.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair again.  “I won’t be resting until you do, General.” You knew he hated when you called him that, but you took the risk of poking a little fun at him. God knows you both need the pick me up. “You know I don’t like that.” He had a small smile on his face. You stepped closer to him. 

“Yeah, but it’s good fun.” You smiled. He chuckled. 

“Come on, lets try to get some sleep at least.” 

You followed him up to the sleep chambers. He got in his bed and you got into yours. The sleep came on quickly but just before you drifted off, you heard a shout from the room next to yours. Anakin. You ran into his room and found him sitting up, bare chested and breathing heavily. 

“What’s wrong?!” You searched his distressed face for an answer. He blinked at you. 

“Nothing, nothing. Go back to sleep Y/N.” He sounded defeated. Not something you’d expect from the strong man across from you. 

“Come on. I’m not that naive. You can talk to me.” You sat on the edge of his bed. He tipped his head back and sighed. Something was definitely weighing on him. 

“I just can’t get their faces out of my head…” He said dejectedly.  

“Who are you talking about?”

“The clones. We lost so many. I know its the fortune of war but I still can’t help but feel responsible.” He rubbed his forehead. 

“Anakin, listen to me. None of this is your fault. In fact, you’re the only person I know fighting in this war that cares so much about his men. I admire you so much for that.” You put your hand on his. He sighed and closed his troubled eyes. 

“We all care, Y/N. Some of us are just more radical than others.” 

“You’d be the most radical I think.” You joked. He cracked a small smile. 

“I think you’re the only one keeping me sane here…” He whispered. 

“Lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” He searched his eyes. 

“I promise.” You squeezed his hand. 

“Can you stay here with me? Just for tonight so I can sleep?” His eyes looked sad. Your face heated up. You had wished for this to happen. You’d never admit it but deep down you’ve always hoped something more would happen between the two of you. 

“Yeah. I can stay.” You smiled and he returned it. 

He laid back down and you did the same beside him. He sighed a few times and turned over too. You gently put your hand on his arm and started drawing circles. He hummed and turned on his side to face you. 

“That feels nice.” He murmured. He kept his eyes on yours as you continued. He leaned in a bit closer. You felt your heart beating faster in your chest. Is it finally happening? He gently placed his soft lips onto yours. 

You quickly returned the kiss and slid closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest while never detaching from your lips. You whimpered into his mouth as he pushed his tongue in. You felt his mouth turn into a smirk after hearing it. He flipped himself over so he was between your legs. He pushed himself against you and started kissing down your neck.

“Is this okay?” His eyes were filled with concern. 

“Yes. Please keep going.” You pleaded. 

“As you wish.” He smiled and continued down your neck. He pulled your housecoat off revealing only underwear underneath. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this. I’ve thought about it all the time.” He admitted.  

“Me too.” You managed out between pants.

He quickly but carefully took off your underwear, revealing you completely to him. He stared for so long that you started to feel self conscious. You began to cover yourself again. 

“No no. Don’t do that. You just look so pretty, I can’t help myself.” He caressed your side, giving you goosebumps. 

“It’s your turn now, General.” His words gave you confidence. He shook his head and began taking off his clothes. His skin was such a beautiful colour and his battle scars just added to it even more. His metal arm glistened in the moonlight. You stared at his toned abdomen while you both took each other in. 

“Ready?” He was hard and not trying to hide it. His size was intimidating but definitely enticing at the same time. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

He slowly circled your clit with his hand while he pushed himself into you. You felt so full even after only half of him was inside. He groaned when he bottomed out and you clenched around him. 

“Fuck… So tight…” He hovered over you and rested his forehead against yours. The heat radiated against your skin so pleasantly as he pulled himself out and then back in again. The pleasure was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. His pace was too slow for your liking however. 

“Anakin, please… Faster.” You whined. He chuckled and began to move his hips faster. His skin smacked against yours and he spent time rubbing your clit to get you there. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He panted. His fingers moved faster against you and your legs began to shake. “You gonna cum for me?” 

“Y-yes. Please don’t stop…” He smiled down at you and kept the pace of both his fingers and his hips. He drew you closer and closer to the edge with every movement. The coil in your stomach was ready to snap at any moment. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.” His words were enough to bring you over and you shook and clenched all around him. “That’s it, pretty girl.” He wasn’t done though. 

He pounded you even faster as he chased his own high. He pushed deep inside you one final time with a loud groan. He pulled out and his seed spilled out of your swollen hole. He collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms. 

“That was-“

“Unreal.” You finished. 

“Yeah. I can’t believe it took us this long.” He laughed 

“Me neither. Kinda kicking myself for it.” 

“Just don’t tell Obi-Wan. He’ll kill me.” You laughed at the fact that he was still scared of Obi-Wan after all this time. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You kissed his cheek and snuggled into his chest. 

A good sleep was on its way. 

© gremlinvanfleet 2023 <3

[artemisdesari-blog]

The trouble with writing a long AU is sometimes it sparks ideas for others based off narrative choices. In this case; what would have happened if the deal between Dooku and Fett in Careless To Let It Fall had been allowed to happen.

After killing Komari, Fett encounters Dooku who offers him the job of being the progenitor and trainer of an army of clones. So good, so canon. In Careless this is expanded on as a deal where two hundred thousand men are grown and trained purely for the purpose of overthrowing the Republic Senate who are responsible for, among many things, supporting the New Mandalorian's take over of Mandalore (leading to something of a cultural genocide) and the mission to Galidraan where Dooku was given all the wrong information as part of a Death Watch trap, but Jango shot first. Obviously there are more issues than that, and Jango is in full on revenge and not thinking clearly mode, but that's the base of it. As Jango’s payment for helping the Jedi effectively overthrow the Senate (cesspool of corruption that it is) Jango will be given fifty thousand of those men to use to wipe out any Death Watch in hiding and take back Mandalore. Obviously, neither Dooku nor Jango mean to keep their end of the deal. Dooku knows Palpatine has bigger plans and will work on Jango as much as possible to make a larger army and Jango intends to just abscond with every clone when the time comes and wipe out any Jedi who come for them.

This where Careless and whatever this AU is would diverge. In Careless Qui-Gon Jinn lives, Obi-Wan goes off to do his own thing, and Fett gets aggressively mind wiped and controlled by Dooku and Sidious so that he truly becomes the major asshole we all love. There's other stuff, but that hasn't been revealed yet even though I'm at chapter 100.

In this universe, Qui-Gon would die and the Trade Federation, humiliated by how Sidious used them, would find a way to off the Chancellor of the Republic as a final fuck you. Maybe Palpatine’s death is just an accident. Either way, Sidious is out of the picture but the clones are already in production and the Senate is still a total cesspool of corruption and arrogance and greed. Without Sidious to help facilitate the plan of playing one side of a conflict against the other, Dooku has to rethink and do it fast. He rejoins the order (or stays, some agree he left before Qui-Gon died and just stopped by to visit, others think it was what caused him to leave and I am too tired and lazy to check which is correct), forms a relationship with Obi-Wan even though he doesn’t bring him into the plan because he can tell Obi doesn't have time due to Anakin’s everything, because I am trash for Grandpa Dooku stuff, and begins to quietly convince younger and more idealistic Jedi that the Senate needs an overhaul, usually approaching them after missions gone wrong, while periodically checking in on Jango and the clones.

All on Kamino appears to be going according to the revised plan, except its actually going according to Jango’s plan. Jango pulls in the trainers and spends a couple of years weeding out the ones he can't actually trust as much as he hoped while quietly adopting a few dozen clones, including many fan faves. Other trainers adopt other clones, those clones adopt brothers, they basically become a group of clans with Jango as their Mand'alor. Dooku’s Jedi come for their one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers who will help them overturn the Senate and the clones turn on the Jedi, capture them, and head off to Mandalore to take what Jango has promised them with Fett as their leader and Cody as his right hand. Predictably, Obi-Wan is sent to Mandalore to deal with the fall out while the rest of the Jedi Council try to work out what the actual fuck happened and how Dooku managed it.

In all likelihood this would result in the Jedi leaving the Republic because the fact that Dooku managed to draw a good number of them into the mess would catch attention and make things very difficult. We would probably end up with some Codywan (because this is me) but that would probably only be implied at the end rather than the focus.

But, yes, the danger of long form AUs and the ideas that narrative choices spark. Another one for the maybe some day pile.

[sendpseuds]

Voter registration AU sounds so goooood already! Please more if you have more ideas!

"Mr. Skywalker."

Anakin recognizes the voice immediately, a wild chill running down his spine before he can turn to face the man who has been running through his mind for weeks.

"I'm glad to see you've chosen to do your civic duty after all."

He wasn't going to.

He never has before.

Hell, until last month, Anakin hadn't even been registered to vote.

Not until he met Obi-Wan.

Usually, he has no problem speed-walking past those annoying mall canvassers —putting his hood up and his head down, pretending he can't hear the pleas for "just a moment of your time," not caring if they want to talk about the rainforest or his electric bill — but when a smooth voice had broken through the haze of his thoughts, Anakin found himself staring into the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.

The same eyes looking at him now.

Eyes Anakin had been too caught up in to lie when the man asked if he was registered to vote in a low and lilting voice that had his mind blank of any reasonable excuse. He'd barely been able to pay attention as Obi-Wan walked him through the shockingly simple process, nodding along with words he wasn't listening to and answering the questions as if the responses were automatic, agreeing readily when the man offered to make him a voting plan.

At no point during this process did Anakin actually intend to go through with said plan.

That was until—

"Yeah, well, I kinda know one of the volunteers," Anakin says with a tilted smile, trying to swallow the blush he can feel beginning to heat his cheeks, determined not to trip over himself the way he had all those weeks ago when Obi-Wan casually commented on the coincidence of being assigned to Anakin's district and suddenly voting had become his top priority, "I didn't want to disappoint him."

The words come out confident and cool even as his heart skips at the way Obi-Wan smiles and suddenly Anakin thinks maybe he hadn't been halucinating the heated energy between them.

"Well," Obi-Wan hums teasingly, those stunning eyes shifting from sky blue to silver to sage and back again as he flashes a playful grin, "you haven't actually voted yet."

In the weeks since he met Obi-Wan, Anakin has been fantasizing about this moment— what he'd do, what he'd say, how he'd convince the man to fuck him in a voting booth [which now that he sees that a "booth" is little more than a plastic divider on a table, he's realizing isn't exactly an option.]

Even in the most subdued scenarios where he stutters his way through asking the man for his number, one thing is clear—

He won't get another chance.

Might as well go for it.

"Is that what you want me to do?"

Obi-Wan blinks.

"Is that what I—" he repeats the words slowly, his eyebrows shooting up when he registers the flirtation beneath the words, "Anakin—"

"You want me to do my civic duty?"

He's pushing it and he knows it — ducking his head, batting his lashes, sucking his lip — but he'd rather get rejected like this than walk out of here and wonder.

"I—" Obi-Wan stutters, his eyes tracking over the younger man's features before finally dropping to his mouth and Anakin can't help but sink his teeth into the flesh of his lower lip, trying not to smile the moment he sees the reservation drain from those bright beautiful eyes, "Yes. I do."

Victory.

"I may need a little— guidance," Anakin teases, stepping closer, his voice low like a secret, "This is my first time you know."

It doesn't take long to get checked in and into a "booth" with his ballot and a blue bic pen and though his entire body is begging for whatever comes next, there is a strange moment of clarity as he stares down at the paper before him.

It feels— important.

When he feeds his completed ballot into the machine and turns to find Obi-Wan wearing a smug smile, Anakin thinks the only thing better than feeling pride in himself is seeing it in those incredible eyes.

"So—" Anakin hums as he approaches the man, ducking his head and looking up through his lashes, "Do I get a reward?"

Obi-Wan hums consideringly, his initial shock long since past, that cool control back in place even as he lets his gaze linger on Anakin's lips far longer than anyone would consider decent.

"Of course you do, darling."

It takes every last ounce of control in Anakin's body not to simply fall to his knees right there in the middle of a church's rec room.

Then the bastard holds up an I VOTED sticker with a shit-eating grin and a wink and he thinks he might just explode.

"A sticker?" Anakin grunts through gritted teeth, his voice both desperate and disappointed despite his best efforts but when a large hand lands on his shoulder, warm and heavy, a knot in his chest eases.

"I want you to wear it."

It's like being struck by lightning—

The way Obi-Wan's steady words skitter down his spine.

He can't get that stupid fucking sticker on fast enough.

It's only then, as he's about to crumple up the flimsy strip of backing film that he sees it—

Ten numbers.

Neat handwriting.

Blue ink.

And when that voice rumbles low in his ear, Anakin can honestly say, he's never been more excited for an election night in his life.

"The polls close at eight."

[unexpectedreylo]

So, It Wasn't Planned After All

https://x.com/RichEisenShow/status/1734703529552699725?s=20

While Adam Driver is making the rounds to promote "Ferrari," he drops by the Rich Eisen Show and when asked about Ben Solo during the True or False segment, Adam spills the tea.

He doesn't get asked much about Star Wars so this is the first time I think he's talked about his character arc since TROS was unleashed upon us 4 years ago. And he drops the bomb that the Ben Solo thing wasn't planned from the beginning. That's right, Bendemption happened late in the game. He says that JJ Abrams told him the idea was Vader In Reverse (starts out vulnerable, ends entrenched in the dark side) and he kept that concept in mind throughout the time he filmed the ST, until they changed it with the last film. Adam has alluded to the concept of Vader In Reverse before but this is the first time he's gone into greater detail about it, including the revelation that the decision to turn Kylo from the dark side came during the third film.

This shouldn't be surprising to anyone who read the Duel of the Fates script and it explains why Ben hardly says a word during his scenes on Exegol. Abrams and Co. conceived of Kylo Ren as an evil bastard whose destiny was to get eviller; killing Han Solo was meant to be what sent him down the path of no return. Then two things happened: TLJ and Driver's commitment to humanizing Kylo Ren. People loved Kylo and Rey together (hence Reylo exploding in popularity) and they fell in love with Adam. They empathized with Kylo. So they changed course with TROS, a little. Kylo returns to the light as Ben but he is quickly dispatched once the big battle is over. I believe Ben's death was for two reasons: one, they were less invested and focused in Ben's part of the story than we were and two, there was always the intent to end the Skywalker line so Star Wars could focus on new characters. Remember, Rey essentially turned Skywalker into a title that could be transferred to anyone.

That the story changed over the course of the trilogy isn't that big a deal. There was no Chosen One prophecy until the prequels. Leia wasn't Luke's sister until Lucas wrote ROTJ. Han wasn't guaranteed to get out of carbonite because nobody was sure if Harrison Ford was going to come back. Instead of a tyrannical, ruthless bastard like Lee Pace's emperor in Apple TV's Foundation show, Kylo Ren gave us quivering lips, teary eyes, and mooning over the heroine who is supposed to be his enemy. When Rian Johnson introduced the bond between Rey and Kylo, Abrams and Terrio explained it as a dyad and made it prominent in the film. The kiss got put in because Reylo was so popular. Okay, fine.

The problem was they never should have made the Jedi Killer from early drafts Han and Leia's only child. As an old Star Wars fan who saw every film since 1977 and followed the Skywalker clan for over 40 years, I didn't want to see Anakin Skywalker's grandson end up even more evil than he was. What a huge bummer that would've been, even worse than if Rey was killed off. (For the record, I hated the whole Darth Jacen thing so much in the legends books I stopped reading them.) Abrams and Terrio probably realized it was going to be a problem returning to the idea that Ben was too evil to save; TROS already comes off as a tragic ending rather than a happy, triumphant one. And it goes against the whole message of Star Wars. So it ends up being Vader 2.0 and fans hoping Ben would survive were disappointed. I wasn't fond of the idea of exile or something as Ben's fate prior to TROS, but now I think that probably would've been the best outcome. It would've left a lot of possibilities to explore in future SW stories without having to come up with a convoluted explanation for bringing him back.

As much as they fumbled the ball, I'm glad they at least spared us Evil Kylo 4 Ever and Adam's turn as Ben was great even without anything to say besides "Ow." Adam sounded a little disappointed to me but maybe I'm just reading into it too much. In any case he has also stated in recent interviews he would be open to returning to Star Wars, so I guess we can still be hopeful even if he doesn't appear in the upcoming film. (Just don't wait 30 years, okay?)

[jedi-enthusiast]

I've seen a lot of posts on my feed lately that have, in some way shape or form, said "the story of the Jedi is tragic cause the Jedi caused their own genocide" followed by a list of just...stuff that's either untrue or the other option would've been worse in that game of roulette that Palpatine set up specifically to force the Jedi to make questionable decisions and wear them down with the weight of them. (Untagged posts btw, if you're gonna post shit along these lines please for the love of fuck tag it "Jedi critical," there are tags for a reason)

So I'm here to outline why that's complete and utter bullshit in one easy, simple to understand, post! No matter what the Jedi did, or what you think they did, they did not cause their own genocide. The fault of their genocide is solely on those who chose to commit said genocide of their people and culture.

Ignoring the fact that Palpatine's entire plan, the whole point of everything that we see in the Prequels, was to kill off all of the Jedi and erase their culture--so he was gonna figure out some way to do it, with or without Anakin/the clones/Dooku/etc.

You cannot make someone commit genocide against you.

That is the stupidest argument ever.

Committing genocide is a choice, one that you actively have to make over and over again--which we see Anakin do, even long after all (or all except a measly few survivors, most of which were literal children in the Prequel-era and couldn't have possibly done anything to piss Anakin off) of the Prequel-era Jedi--aka the ones that people say "brought this on themselves"--were dead!

The Jedi Order as a whole could've been the shittiest, most repressed group of arrogant assholes the galaxy had ever seen. They could've called Anakin a whiny bitch to his face and told him that Dooku should've gone for his head instead of his arm. They could've danced on his mother's grave and had tea parties with the Tuskens.

And guess what?

They still could not have made Anakin and Palpatine commit genocide against them. It was their choice, and their choice alone.

The only people that had no choice in committing that genocide were the clones and guess who took that choice away from them? Because it certainly wasn't the fucking Jedi!

Which is hilarious because most of these posts I've seen have said something along the lines of "the Jedi used the clones as slaves," ignoring the fact that--even if that were true (and it's not)--Anakin and Palpatine used them as slaves too!

And it was so much worse when they did it because, not only were they not given a choice, they were fucking mind-controlled in order to commit genocide against their will! So they didn't even get the choice to refuse and face the consequences of that--which is an option for them during the Clone Wars, albeit a shitty one.

So no, the Jedi did not bring anything upon themselves.

Start holding Anakin responsible for his own shitty decisions, and start tagging your damn anti-Jedi and Jedi critical posts properly!

[galactic-rhea]

Tbh clone wars has some really "wow they went THERE" moments when it comes to sex stuff.

There are several moments where the show just shows literal sexual harassment or asult and just... brushes it off, Padme, Ahsoka, even Anakin are victim to this (unwanted kisses being the most common, but If I remember correctly some death watch guy smacks Ahsoka on the butt once)

Also Ahsoka gets almost sex trafficked(???) A few times. Like what was the implication soposed to be with the Zygerrian arc, or when Hondo tries to sell her?

At least with Hondo we can assume he mightve just been trying to sell her to the separatists but also... dude wtf?

There's also several instances where the clone wars show tweets woman in a... yikes way, some just seems fairly realistic for a war (the Ryloth dancers, the clones having pin up posters, a few comments here and there)

Idk where I'm going with this but long story short: I agree with you on that clone wars arc, Anakin felt so out of charecter and I almost always hate jealous boyfriend arcs becuase they're so often ooc and kinda sexist???

Oh, agreed, they really did. I think partially a lot of that has to do with the fact it was done in an era where...that sort of stuff was way more common in shows, lol

With the Death Watch thing, it was Bo-Katan who smacked Ahsoka's butt. And after she said she was engaged to Lux, not less. It's funny if you try to not think too hard about it 😭 I guess is more acceptable if isn't a guy the one doign it,,,,in Cartoon Network standards, i suppose.

Also yeah, I have a strong distaste with Ahsoka's treatement during the Zigerrian arc, like truly awful, and truly a bad look on Anakin, Obi-Wan, and anyone who agreed with it (and it doesn't help that Anakin's actitude was so...cocky, sure, dude, whatever). The Zigarrian arc is such a weird case because in one hand I'm all for inflicting more trauma and whump onto Anakin,,,,on the other, his actitude and total disregard of Ahsoka's safety is extremely frustrating (you could argue neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin really expected the plan to go wrong in any way, still very bad, not good guys). Then again, if I recall, the plan wasn't quite their idea at all, and in the comics Anakin is way less confident about it, and Ahsoka was the one insisting in going, but yeah, yeah, just another case of weird writting wiwth mixed results.

But yeah, it was the episode with Hondo capturing her that reeaaaally made me go "was that necessary", it can be very messed up, and is true that it's barely aknowledged. I suppose the difference with the Clovis arc, is that in that episode they do make more clear that it's wrong, they just don't allow Padmé to have any agency about it, it was just used to make Anakin jealous.

Overall: I think I have said it before, but TCW main problem is that it tackles stuff on a very surface level due being short-episodes, with one-time plots, and being a kids show. So the characters aren't allowed to react too much about their messed up circumstances. Almost everything is always reseted after an arc ends. Anakin isn't allowed have moments of reflection or to show how things can be affecting him on a deeper level. And the same can be argued with other characters.

Sadly all those instances with Ahsoka are treated like jokes. And all the very unsubtle implications of Anakin being assaulted in the Zigerrian arc isn't dealt with beyond having Anakin consider whatever slavist nonsense the queen tells him. While other things, just like you said with the dancers, does make the world seem a bit bigger and more deep, as messed up as it can be.