#skywalkers in silly shirts

[aviyx]

[tennessoui]

what about some sort of buddy cop, same age, enemies to lovers au where obi-wan is a jedi and anakin is a coruscanti detective and they literally hate each other and have no respect for the other (obi-wan thinks anakin is a waste of the coruscant budget and a jedi wannabe; anakin thinks obi-wan is a pretentious space monk asshole)

(anakin has personally arrested obi-wan for speeding three times, drinking in public spaces 4 times -- the public space was a bar btw -- and indecent public exposure once. that last one was, tbh, fair cause obi-wan had his dick out in an alley way lol)

(obi-wan has literally stalked this asshole coruscanti cop off planet before and arrested him in his capacity as Jedi Knight for not using his turn signal when changing hyperspace lanes (once), for podracing betting (3 times), and for possession of a galacticly banned substance (twice))

it's not that they're obsessed with each other, it's just that something keeps forcing them together in the wildest, most unpredictable situations, and it's annoying as hell because they're completely fed up with each other

then the senate moves to have a new task force stood up to solve a series of Force-related crimes in the Coruscanti underworld. the task force would include a representative from the Jedi Temple and one from the Coruscanti guards, obviously. and really, obi-wan and anakin are the perfect choices! they're both highly intelligent, dedicated, trustworthy, and incorruptible.

if only they'd stop trying to push each other off the 51st story of coruscant and actually put their heads together to solve the crime

[starry-bi-sky]

Another Danyal Al Ghul art dump! Minor compared to other ones but I quite like these ones.

[noradegrantz]

Boarding School

Teacher! Anakin x fem! reader

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warnings: sexual content, implied smut, age gap, fingering, sex, teacher-student relationship

The reader is 18+ in the fic!!

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this fanfic is inspired by Lana Del Rey’s unreleased song “Boarding School”

please excuse any typos you might see :,)

I really hope that y’all will enjoy this <3

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You recently found out that you were going to a new boarding school.

Your parents sent you off to a new one since in your previous school, you had problems with some girls. You didn’t really wanna to go to a new school since you have kind of settled in in your old one, but you didn’t have a choice.

It was your first day in the new boarding school. An only-girls school. The moment you stepped in some teachers showed you your new room and you had to share it with another girl. It was pink and baby blue. Your bed had some bows around it and overall it was a really pretty room. After settling in you decided to go check out the rest of the school. Since it was the first day and there were no lessons today.

You were wearing your school uniform, a white shirt, a red tie, a pair of white thigh socks, black shoes and your red pleaded skirt. You look so pretty. You start walking around the corridors of the school, checking out the new classrooms and everything. You were not watching where you were going at some point when all of a sudden you accidentally fell onto someone. You looked up to the person. It was a teacher. You embarrassedly looked up to him and started apologising.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir, I was not watching where I

was going..!”

You really felt embarrassed after this…

He warmly smiled and looked down to you.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it, it’s fine!”

You were so embarrassed and looked down,

then he said

“Are you a new student? It’s the first day of school today and I haven’t seen you before here.”

You looked up to him and smiled

“Yes! I am a new student! I just came this morning. My name is y/n..”

“What a nice name…”

he replied.

“Have they assigned you with a class? I think it’s on the papers that they gave you when you arrived here this morning.”

Your eyes widen, realising that you do not know in which class you actually are.

“Oh, I forgot to actually check it… silly me..”

You say and laugh awkwardly.

“Well, I’d suggest that you actually go check it out because the lessons start tomorrow and I don’t think that you would like to lose one of your classes right?”

He says and winks at you.

You instantly blush..

He’s a teacher, and he’s already making you feel so…so.. hot..? You couldn’t explain it, but you were feeling things.

You give him a smile and walk back to your room.

The next day you wake up and check out in which class you are. The papers say C1.

You get dressed, eat breakfast and fix your schoolbag. Then you head out to your lesson.

You walk in the class and sit in the front seat. After a while you hear the door of the classroom open and your new teacher walks in. It’s the same teachers from the corridors yesterday. The moment this happens is when you realise that he never actually told you his name.

Then, he sits in front of everyone in the class and says

“Good morning everyone, I’ll be your new philosophy teacher for the year.. I am Anakin Skywalker, but you can call me Mr Skywalker. I also do tutoring lessons in case everyone has problems with philosophy, so could you always can count on me.”

he says and smiles. I look up to him and smile too. He notices me and winks playfully. I feel a wave of amusement and embarrassment wash over me. He’s my teacher and feel like that about him, but he’s already so nice to me and sweet, you said to yourself.

Days pass pretty fast. You’ve started your school year in a really good mood. You love your new philosophy teacher more than any other teachers. Whenever you see him, you talk to him and you guys have really good conversations. One day decide to finally take the step and ask him if he can tutor you.

After class, you walked up to him.

“Excuse me Mr Skywalker….from what I remember on our first lesson you said to us and we can ask you for help with tutoring.. I’ve been wanting to ask you for awhile about it, but I was just too shy I guess..”

You say, and laugh anxiously.

He gave you a warm smile and replied

“Of course…plus you are the only student who actually asked for me to tutor them, so whenever you feel like it let me know.We can arrange the days and all.. oh and I have some free time right now. We could sit here, on this class, if you would like me to help you out with anything hmm?”

you smiled in excitement.

“Oh yes absolutely! I do have some free time right now… and I would love it if you could help me right now..”

You said and giggled.

You guys start studying together. He’s a really good tutor. Without realising it, hours have passed..

Anakin takes off his glasses and smiles, while looking at you.

“I don’t get why you want me to tutor you… you are so good..”

He smiled once again.

You put a strand of your hair behind your ear and reply to him.

“Honestly…sir… I don’t really feel like it.. I mean I do try my best, but it feels like I need more help.. but I really appreciate the way you speak to me and the way you help me with anything… thank you sir”

He’s sitting right next to you with his hand on the desk while looking at you.. you guys are so close.. your lips are so close to each other..

just as you guys are so close to kissing he moves a bit away..

“The time has passed fast huh..? Perhaps you better if you went back to your dorm doll.. it’s getting late..”

you smile, awkwardly and reply

“Oh yes sir, you’re absolutely right… I will head back to my dorm.. and thank you… for today.. I’d like to do that more often..”

You leave the classroom.

After an while you’re back in your dorm.

You sit by the window and check out the view outside of the building. As you check out the trees, you watch your teacher under a tree, smoking a cigarette. You keep looking at him. And that is the moment you realise that you actually feel much more things about your teacher… you start noticing how hot he is when he smoking… the way he pushes his hair back, out of his face… the way he fixes his glasses.. it’s all so..attractive…

You didn’t care that you felt like that in the first place, you just wanted him.. so bad..

Days pass once again. He keeps on tutoring you. You guys get much closer than expected.

You are talking about more personal matters which leads both of you into realising that you are actually much similar than you thought..

The following week, you two decided to have a lesson much later that day. When nobody was walking around the classrooms and you had more privacy.

After an hour into the lesson, you guys are so close again…this time you felt like you needed to do that… you couldn’t resist, and as your lips were so close…You just leaned closer and kissed him..

He did not break the kiss. Instead, he put his hands on your waist as you were sitting in the chair and kissed you more. Then he set you on the desk and kept kissing you as his hands traveled around your body.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long doll… I’ve been wanting you for so long…”

He exclaims.

You couldn’t believe it.

You wanted him in the exact same way.

You stop the kiss and look up to him once again

“I’ve been wanting that too.. I want you here..right now, take me here..!”

You exclaimed. He smirked and laughed quietly.

Adrenaline washed over you.

He lifted your skirt as you were laying on the desk. Then he moved your panties to the side.

“And those pretty pink panties that you are wearing… such a shame that they are gonna be ruined by me baby..”

he starts fingering you

You keep moaning with your hand covering your mouth. Trying to be as quiet as possible..

After a while of prepping you.. he enters you.

He moves slowly.

“Baby? I’m gonna try to be gentle, okay? Tell me if anything hurts, hmm?”

you shake your head and smile warmly.

You spent the whole night getting pounded on a desk by your philosophy teacher.

After you guys finished, Anakin kissed your cheek and smiled

“You did so good for me doll..”

Turns out that the boarding school will be fun <3

[noiriarti]

The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU) | Chapter 3

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: p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink? WC: 6.7k AN: y'all i am SO proud of this chapter!! i'm so so so excited for you all to read it, i loved writing it so much. thank you all so so so much for the love you have been giving this fic, it means the absolute world to me. requests and asks open, as always!

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

Chapter 3: Bonding

In the morning, you woke up slowly, with the taste of night-old beer and regret in your mouth. And also a splitting headache. But your bed was really warm, much warmer than usual, and you snuggled into the covers for another minute. Just one more. And then you realized that it wasn't the covers you were snuggling into, but a person. A person who had their arms wrapped around you. The memories surged back--Anakin, the loud music, truth or dare, kissing him, straddling him, his body against yours. You patted his arm a few times, suddenly completely awake. He let out a low noise of annoyance, but you kept tapping him.

"Five more minutes," he groaned, deeper and gruffer than usual. In that voice, you could hardly refuse him. Five more minutes, fine. With his nearness, warm and stable against you, your heart was beating at a thousand miles an hour. You thought back to the night before, how hard he was for you and how smooth and warm his skin had been under your fingers when you teased below his shirt. Those thoughts would have made you horny beyond belief--fuck you right then and there, maybe--but you had the joy of a massive headache that blocked all of those fun thoughts. The light was too bright to close your eyes and drift off, so all you could do was turn around, awkwardly shifting underneath his arm, to look at him.

Anakin had little freckles on his cheekbones, you realized when you looked at him up close. When his face was completely relaxed like this, he had a kind of ethereal serenity about him. You feared that, if you didn't hold him tightly enough, he'd run away and jump into the sea like a selkie, never to be seen again. He was almost inhuman in that moment, all sharp angles and full lips. The morning light kissed his skin like it came from some radiance within him. He wasn't just handsome in the college-jock kind of way, he was truly and deeply beautiful, you realized.

Calling this Anakin a dumbass, an asshole, or a motherfucker felt just wrong. It would be like calling the stars in the sky boring. Laughably silly. With his jaw slack from sleep, he was a marvel, a gift from nature itself, molded and crafted into a careful, wonderous machine of blood, feelings, and thoughts. And he was laying there with you. If this Anakin wanted the prize, the money, the job, whatever, you would give it over in a heartbeat. All of that just didn't matter in this moment. And that was terrifying.

As quickly as you could, you tried to ground yourself in what was really important to you. Creating something meaningful. Winning. You reminded yourself all the times Anakin called your work amateurish, or the way he still denied damaging Barriss's bot. The way he'd raise his hand to argue that your answer was wrong in lecture during second year. Other images flashed in, unbidden. Anakin's kind eyes when he realized you were upset, before your first kiss. Anakin's sweet voice last night, full of respect for you. The way his teammates obviously respected him. You willed your mind to go back to his smug smile and the way he hogged the soldering station.

Anakin shifted a bit, then opened his bleary eyes to the morning light. It wasn't that late, you knew based on the fact that Ahsoka hadn't pounded down your door, but it was a Sunday, so maybe she didn't intend to. You reached for your phone on your nightstand, which was mercifully alive but hanging on for dear life at 3%. There was a text message from Ahsoka.

Slept over at TKD on the couch, heard u got home safe! ;) Go get some!

Ah. So she clearly thought you and Anakin had fucked. Not that you minded, really. Even if he was an asshole, or if you felt however you did about him, he was still hot. You definitely intended to screw his brains out as soon as you felt better. You tapped him again.

"Mmm, good morning," he mumbled out, "what time is it?" You clicked on your phone.

"11:55," you told him. He bolted upright.

"Shit, we slept through breakfast," he said. He was right, you had. Not that you got breakfast much. You shrugged. Anakin's eyes passed over you, catching your mussed hair, the smudges of mascara surrounding your eyes, and last night's now disheveled dress, then appeared to realize that he was, indeed, pantsless in your bed.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was hushed, tentative. He wasn't saying it outright, but you both knew the question was actually do you regret last night? You took a moment before answering him, trying to find the most correct phrasing for how you felt about it. About him.

"Honestly, I--" you started. His eyes widened, and he read into your hesitation a bit too much. Anakin got out of bed instantly, a gesture that would have been more dignified if he didn't have to shimmy out of the comforter and then hop over you to do so. The lack of his warm weight behind you made you feel oddly empty.

"I knew it, I'm so sorry. I'll leave now, I just--" Anakin said as he grabbed his jeans and started putting them on. Were you imagining it, or was he flushed red in embarrassment? It was kind of cute.

"God, you're stupid. Get back here," you said, motioning for him to come back. Anakin paused, his jeans pulled halfway up, then caught your eye. Based on your annoyance, he sensed that this probably wasn't a get-away-from-me type of conversation, so he finished putting his jeans on and buttoning them, then sat down on the edge of your bed. He was still tentative, like if he said or did the wrong thing, this moment would disappear. Anakin perched carefully on the edge of your bed, as far from you as mathematically possible. He probably had run calculations in his head, you thought.

"I was just saying that I'm too hungover, but we should still… Just not right now. My head is killing me." As you spoke, a smile grew on his face, but then he tried to hide it by pressing his lips together, an effect you would have thought worked better if he wasn't so horrible at it.

"Oh," he said, still obviously elated, but then his expression turned to concern, and he scooched an inch closer to you. "Do you have any Tylenol, or, like, electrolytes here?" You shook your head, and he rolled his eyes. "Of course not." He didn't seem to think you capable of planning in advance, which flared annoyance inside you, but you decided to tamp it down. For now.

"Nah, I think I just need water and food. I'm gonna head down to lunch once I get dressed, then the lab," you told him through a yawn.

"Already? You practically live there," he laughed. Nerd, his tone cried.

"Big words from someone who is always there before me," you said reflexively. The retort had come out of your mouth as easily as breathing, and you hoped he didn't hate you for it.

"Touche," he said, though there wasn't any annoyance in it, just a smile. A silence fell between the two of you, and, unlike most times, it was comfortable. You weren't fuming, which was definitely a new one. Anakin looked down at his hands resting on his thighs, then seemed to work up the courage to say something.

"Look, before you go downstairs, can we talk? Actually talk?" What on Earth did that mean?

"You go first," you said. What did he want to talk about? As far as you were concerned, your positions were clear. Maybe you'd fuck tonight, maybe not, and then he'd be out of your system. You could get back to work. Something twinged in your chest, but it was from your hangover.

"Okay, so, um. I think you know that, even though you're literally the worst, I am… attracted to you. Somehow. And that I'd like to, y'know. Do stuff. I just feel weird about it because of the competition," Anakin said. His confession that he was attracted to you stirred something inside you, but you ignored it.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like, I don't know about you, but if we… did things. I think I'd feel more upset if you won. Not that you will, to be clear, but if someone sabotaged my project and cut off my hands, you might have a shot." You snorted, then smacked his shoulder. He held up his hands, defensively, but he was grinning from ear to ear.

"But, I think I'd also feel weird when I win. You've been really helpful. At staying late so that I can use machines, to be clear. So I've been thinking, we're engineers, right? And, most of what we do is optimize. So why don't we optimize this competition? Maybe we could split the prize money. Because if I don't win, you do, and I need that money. Like, really need. And I'd rather get something than nothing at all if you win, and, for that insurance, I'm willing to let you have some of my prize money. And, in exchange, we help each other as much as possible to make sure that the two of us get first and second place."

Initially, you bristled. Giving away some of your hard-earned prize? That motherfucker was trying to take away from your victory. But, then again, with the way your tests were going now, there was no certainty that you'd be able to produce a working prototype by March. And, if you didn't, he'd probably win. Souring his win just a little would probably feel really good, you reasoned, given how full of himself he was now. The idea wasn't horrible, you thought. You decided to be honest, even though it almost killed you.

"You'll only hear me say this once--and don't you dare tell fucking anyone--but I don't know if I'll win. It's probably rigged in your favor, anyway." You ignored the indignant "hey!" Anakin let out, and continued. "So sure. That works for me."

You held out your right hand for him to shake. The sight was probably hilarious, given that you were still in bed with last night's dress and last night's makeup, but you were deadly serious. Anakin shook your hand, still smiling, and then pulled you up.

"C'mon, get dressed. Don't wanna miss lunch, too, or else we'll never see the lab in the daytime!"

Two hours later, you found yourself on the shuttle to the engineering building. You'd probably walk back long after the shuttle system stopped running, so you wanted to spare yourself one walk in the biting cold. Anakin was sitting next to you--the two of you and Ahsoka had eaten together, and you had spent most of the time getting questioning glances from her. His thigh was warm against yours in the cramped shuttle seats, and you caught him smiling at you once, which made your heart flutter.

You were not alone in the lab. You decided not to question why that was disappointing. On the upside, you got to see Barriss, who was in the corner of the lab, tapping something out on her phone. When she saw you, she came up to you and asked you about how you were doing, and you answered honestly. Tired.

Asajj was on the other side of the room and shot you a glance, but you ignored it. She wasn't your favorite member of the engineering department, but she was an environmental engineer. Not your circus. In the few classes you'd shared, she was kind of a bitch, actually. Barely acknowledged you. She narrowed her eyes at Anakin when he followed you into the lab.

You kept chatting with Barriss for a while, catching up. You felt like you hadn't seen her in ages, especially since she got a job working as an admin assistant for the department. She told you about her new idea for a thesis, some sort of collapsible electric bicycle, and how she was trying to make a better replacement for electric scooters. She pulled up her chair to sit next to your lab bench while you tinkered with your prototype, peppering in some questions about it. You lied through your teeth. It was going great, actually. You were more than on track. You had passed your initial tests with flying colors. Right as she was about to leave, you had worked up the nerve to say the truth, that you were terrified of how it was going. She would be the only person you'd ever admit that to--God knows you wouldn't tell Anakin.

Well, actually, now that you were in your agreement, maybe you could. The idea made you feel scared, honestly. What if he sent you on a wild goose chase? While you were thinking, Barriss said goodbye and rushed off to go get a late lunch, leaving just you, Anakin, and Asajj in the lab.

Now that Barriss was gone, you let yourself deflate. Pretending to do something productive while she watched killed you a little bit, and you found yourself not wanting to do anything else today. Maybe eat some pasta and sleep. Anakin came up to your bench a few times, checking to see how stuff was going, but you weren't really feeling up to engaging with him. You fended off his questions for several hours as you agonized over your failed test, checking the software's code over and over. It still worked on all the test cases other than the one where it really mattered, the one that took it from being a model on your computer to a device that looked at real, physical eyes. Sometime right before dinner, Anakin came up to your desk again, looking frustrated.

"Hey," his voice was low, so that Asajj couldn't hear. "Why won't you tell me what's wrong?"

"Why do you want me to?" You couldn't help it. You were being defensive, and you felt guilty the moment the words left your lips. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Because…" he trailed off, expression inscrutable, then continued after a moment, "We promised to help each other. I just want to help, honest." You studied his completely earnest face, so open. You faltered, for a moment. Even though you'd had that nice conversation earlier, you couldn't help but still see his face biting out a mean comment, or his sweet smile when he told you the circuit design you had drawn in freshman year for your final project looked fine, even though it had glaring errors. You could handle this on your own. Maybe, just maybe, if you got desperate, you could ask him. But not right now.

"I--It's fine. I think I just need to work on it a bit more." That seemed to placate him, all the way until you told him that you were going to go back home, to have dinner and study, then call it a night. He gave you that same inscrutable expression, which was kind of starting to annoy you, and wished you luck.

You, in fact, did have dinner, but you couldn't study. The equations swam in front of your eyes, all of them turning into questions of focal distance and refraction. You tried for two hours, and it was nine already, so you decided to switch tasks. Maybe now you would make some progress on your thesis.

And, so, the minutes ticked past as you sat alone in your bedroom, flipping through pages and googling random things like "refraction of printer paper." Ahsoka was studying for some exam she had tomorrow, and she said she'd be out late at the library, so you had room to spread out. You found yourself pouring cups of tea in the kitchen more often than was technically productive, and, more than a couple of times, you wanted to throw your prototype against a wall.

It was 11 when you caved and texted Anakin for help. It had been almost a week since you had this issue, and you were really getting to be behind, so this qualified as desperate. And if he was going to make fun of you, so be it. You cringed a bit when you saw that his contact name was still Asshole, a change made in anger in junior year when he called your group project idea the most boring thing he'd ever heard.

You: U up?

Asshole: bffr did you actually just send me a u up text Asshole: yes i am up

You: Can you come over? You: To help with an optics question

Asshole: yes Asshole: be there in 10

You: Thank you

Asshole: course

You changed his contact name back to Anakin. He deserved that much, at least. And, in the ten minutes before he came, you changed into some kind of lacy set of lingerie you'd bought the last time you went clubbing. Just in case. When you were with Anakin, there was always a chance things would go there, even if you called him over for a math issue. You threw your favorite comfortable pair of shorts back on, along with a loose Coruscant U shirt.

When he arrived, looking upsettingly hot in the bomber jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans he was wearing, you led him to your room, trying not to imagine the other reasons you might bring him there at night. Once he understood what your project was trying to do, his fingers scrolled the code you had written. He asked the right questions about various modules you'd used, then turned his attention to the hardware. He re-ran the tests, then grabbed your prototype and moved your detector around the room a bit.

Twenty minutes later, he had a diagnosis.

"I'm afraid the reason your machine doesn't work is that… you're stupid."

"What?" If you didn't need his help so badly, you would have smacked him.

"Yeah, look. First of all, you're getting a false negative from the fact that your code says to output a 'no glaucoma' response whenever it doesn't see glaucoma. So you could point it at the wall and it'd tell you that it doesn't have glaucoma, because, technically, it doesn't. And it's not reading either of these images accurately because, look, when you hold the paper like this," he lifted it up at a diagonal, "you can see that there's some reflection of light off the ink you used to print it. There isn't that in the training images you showed it, so it doesn't read it right. I bet if you did this whole thing on an actual eye with glaucoma, not a printed picture, you'd be fine," he said. "You've spent so much time hooking up the camera that you didn't spend enough time on making a good test, that's all. And, also, you need to make sure there's a way for the program to recognize whether something is an eye or not. That would also be helpful."

A certain calm took over him when he started explaining, like you saw in him when he was doing something particularly difficult. Those were the moments you found him most attractive, and, right now, the first time he was helping you for no other reason than that you asked, you thought this might be the most attractive you've seen him. His hands, gesturing. His eyes, sparkling. I want to kiss him. The thought propelled you to stand up, so that you were closer to his height.

"Thank you, Anakin. I mean it. As much as it hurts to admit… you're probably right," you said. After a beat, you continued, your voice lower than before. "And I'm really glad you came tonight." The confession slipped out of your lips like a secret, quick and quiet. Anakin's body was so close to you, you could have pressed yourself against him if you just leaned forward.

"You're welcome," he said in the same husky tone, his gaze flitting from your eyes to your lips. The air was charged with something, some kind of magnetic pull between the two of you. His softness toward you was new, exciting. Your hand reached out, brushing his wrist before finding his hand. When his eyes widened and he shuddered out a breath, it was like a jolt of lightning. He wanted you, badly. So badly even you could tell. The previous times you had done this, it'd been the heat of the moment driving you. Now, you weren't sure how to get from here to making him horny. This was soft, almost romantic, not angry and sexy and intense. What could you say?

"So, um. Wanna watch something?" Your suggestion was a little bit stupid, but Anakin's lips pressed together as he tried to subdue giggles. He failed, and started full-on cackling. You felt your whole face get warm from embarrassment. Well, damn. There goes that.

"Did you really actually for real just ask me to Netflix and chill with a straight face?" He was almost wiping away tears, apparently. Jesus Christ, you were just trying to break the ice. You smacked his upsettingly hard chest in annoyance.

"Stop laughing! Or else I'll--" you were trying to find some threat, something to say that would actually get him to shut up, when he jumped in.

"You'll what? What are you gonna do about it?" Something in his voice morphed, mocking, and though he was smiling, it reminded you more of the expression an animal makes before catching its prey. Self-satisfied. Smug. So, so fucking handsome.

You didn't need another second before you slammed into him, kissing him with a kind of fever you had only imagined. He'd been riling you up for days, weeks, months at this point, and you were finally going to get him inside you. Your hands found their way into his hair while he pulled you to him by your lower back. When you gently tugged, he let out a little noise deep in his throat and started nudging you toward the bed. The effect you had on him was overpowering, addicting. And, if you were being honest, he was riling you up just as much. His thumbs were playing with the skin that was directly under your tank top, sending little fires to your core.

You finally reached the bed, still kissing sloppily, and then he pushed you down onto it before connecting your lips again and climbing over you. Though he was hovering over you, supported by his arms, Anakin kept his hips just out of reach. You horribly, horribly wanted to feel that hardness pressing against you again. You trailed your hands down his chest, all the way until you reached the button of his jeans. You ghosted your hand over his length, trapped against him in his jeans, and he let out a hiss of air.

"Be patient," he said, going back down to kiss you. He notably didn't remove your hand, but you decided there was something else you'd like to explore first, anyway. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you moved your hand up his shirt, running your fingers everywhere they could reach. He was taut and warm, so smooth as you felt the divots of his stomach and the clenched muscles in his chest. You knew he was an athlete, but he was properly built in a lean and strong sort of way. You could have sworn you felt abs under your hand, which was only confirmed when he quickly pulled away from you, then shrugged off his shirt. Anakin could have been carved from marble. Even though you were drunk on him, a piece of you recognized the same otherworldly sense from that morning. Like a statue of Apollo had broken out of stone and stepped into your life, still above you and staring down with such intensity that it made you shiver.

His hands came up under your tank top, sliding up your stomach before they reached your bra. Tentative, warm fingers slipped under the wire and grazed the bottom of your breasts. A positively embarrassing moan slipped out of you. He chuckled against your neck and brought his hands further up until his fingertips traced your nipples. The moan that followed was even needier, and you didn't even care.

"Stop teasing me, Anakin, please take it off," you whined, pressing your chest up into his hands and lifting your arms above your head. He didn't need to be asked twice, and slipped one hand behind your back to unclip your bra--with some ease, which surprised you. Everyone you'd been with before had struggled at least a bit, but apparently Anakin was a natural. You briefly wondered how many other people he'd slept with, but you abandoned the thought when jealousy flared in you. Anakin then brought his hands back down to the hem of your tank top before pulling it off above you, then gently guiding the straps of your bra down, finally exposing you. His eyes over you, hungry, starving.

"Fuck, you're so pretty. You have no idea what you do to me," he groaned before leaning down to your collarbone and trailing wet kisses down until he reached your nipple. His wet, warm tongue darted out to circle your sensitive skin. His right hand came up to play with the other, pinching and pulling and twisting until you were mewling. Then, he let his mouth trail even lower, kissing down until he was right above the drawstring of your shorts.

"Can I take these off, baby?" He was looking up at you with that smirk, the one that meant he knew you wouldn't say no. Of course you wouldn't. You nodded feverishly, and he undid your shorts and drew them down your legs. As he did so, the word stuck in your head. Baby. Did he mean that? Either way, you weren't going to question the way it slicked your pussy. Your shorts landed somewhere at the foot of the bed, but you didn't care. You were too busy watching Anakin take in the lacy underwear you had on.

"Damn. Do you have someone else coming over, or was this all for me?" His tone was light, but he was looking at your pussy like a man possessed. He was practically drooling.

"Shut up, Skywalker, and just take them off." He did so, happily, hooking his fingers under the waistband and drawing them down your legs until they were all the way off. If you thought he was staring before, he was practically glued to you now. One of his hands came up to rub your upper thigh before he drew it closer, inward. By the time he got close your pussy, you were thrusting up and trying to get him to touch you, rub you, finger you, whatever. As long as he put his hand on you, you'd stop feeling so sensitive and needy. But then his finger trailed up to your other knee, perfectly skipping your pussy. That motherfucker. You groaned, and you swore you could hear him chuckle. Asshole.

"Look how soaked you are. Is this all for me?" He was sin itself, a demon sent from hell to tempt you. Well, it was working. You nodded. There wasn't any shame or anger left, just a desperate need to be touched where you wanted it. Needed it.

He trailed one finger to your clit, then ran it down the rest of your slit, letting it linger right on the opening of your pussy. He tapped it once, twice, and it made a wet slapping sound that would have made you a little embarrassed had you been less turned on. But this was Anakin, and he was clearly enjoying this as much as you were, if the rock-hard outline in his jeans was any indication.

Anakin slid the finger inside you and groaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him as he curled it upward. His thumb came to play with your clit, and you blurted out his name. His eyes shot to you as he took in a ragged breath. So he liked it when you said his name, got it.

And then he lowered his mouth onto your clit, and his name came out of you immediately. When his tongue started moving, fast and warm, rubbing little circles into your clit, you started chanting his name like a prayer. He added another finger inside you, stimulating you everywhere. Your hands tangled into his hair. This had to be the best head you'd ever gotten, you realized. The last person to go down on you was probably your boyfriend in junior year, and he was sloppy and got tired quickly. It almost felt like he couldn't wait for it to stop. Anakin, on the other hand, ate you like it was worship. You could tell he was reading you, then changing what he was doing when he saw a good reaction he wanted to repeat. If there was a movement you liked, he would find it and do it again and again until your legs shook.

Words spilled out of you. Telling him how good it felt, how much you wanted him. Things you would never say, only think, if he wasn't destroying you. You thanked your lucky stars Ahsoka was out, because not even three walls between you would be able to muffle your moans. You grabbed his hair particularly viciously as you were getting close, and he groaned against you before somehow getting even faster with his tongue, finally bringing you over the edge. Pleasure washed over you, and the world was still for a moment before the first wave of your orgasm hit. And, when it hit, you let out a moan so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear. You didn't even try to hide it from Anakin, who could definitely feel you twitching and clenching around his fingers.

"Fuuuuuuck, baby. You look so pretty when you cum," he said as he pulled away a bit, before pressing a kiss against your inner thigh while your legs shook around him. You caught your breath, but your pussy was still hungry. Demanding. Anakin got up from between your legs, still panting, his chin covered in a combination of spit and pussy juice. You took a mental snapshot for later reference. His eyes were so wild, and you knew you were about to get fucked like never before. Anakin was back over you, and you reached out your hand to the hard flesh that was practically bursting out of his jeans. As soon as you grazed it, he grunted, looking you straight in the eyes.

"You want it?" You nodded as fast as you can. Anakin smirked in that way that usually pissed you off, but now it just made you wetter. "Tell me how bad," he commanded. You didn't know where the words came from, but, once they started, they didn't stop.

"Fuck me, please Anakin. Please. I've waited so long and--I, Fuck. I need you inside me, more than anything in the whole fucking world, please," you begged. His jaw clenched as he smiled, obviously satisfied by your answer. He popped open the button of his jeans before undoing the fly and pulling both them and his boxers off in one go.

His cock almost made you drool, and you vowed to have it in your mouth next time. You'd had this one boyfriend, and you had sworn to all your friends that he was the biggest you'd ever had, seven inches. Anakin blew him out of the water. He was at least eight, if not more, and girthy enough that you wondered if you could even wrap your lips around him. The light skin of his shaft had purple and blue veins that snaked upward, and you longed to taste them. He was leaking a bead of precum, which he smeared across his head with his thumb.

Anakin turned around and pulled a condom out of his jeans. Had he planned this? Did he come here, knowing, hoping that you two would finally fuck? He obviously caught your weird look, and looked at you with knowing eyes.

"What, did you think I didn't know exactly why you wanted me here tonight?" Anakin chuckled, and you had the good decency to look a little bit embarrassed, but he rejoined you on the bed quickly enough that it didn't really matter.

"Damn, you look fucking amazing like this," he breathed, a little bit wonderous as he looked down at you, your legs spread for him. He situated himself between your legs, then wasted no time teasing you before he thrust into you with a loud moan. You let out a strangled sound, finally full to the brim with his cock, which was hitting parts of you that your fingers never could. And then he moved, and every nerve in your body was on fire. Your jaw opened, slack, as he pressed his forehead to yours and drilled into you. You were so wet from his spit that everything was sliding just right.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good. I'm not gonna last at this rate," he grunted out as he sped up.

"I don't care, Anakin, just fuck me," you moaned out. His hips slammed into yours, finally giving you what you'd been fantasizing about when you were alone. You relished the way his eyes squeezed shut, the hot breaths he huffed out, trying to stave off his release. He was fast and efficient, but listened to your reactions as he fucked you, adjusting angles until you were making the loudest noises you had that night. It felt like he was stretching you out, filling you up until there was no more air left in your body. Then, suddenly, he pulled out, leaving you empty and wanting.

"Ride me," he growled. You scrambled to sit up, and he sat himself up against your headboard so that you were in his lap. Using your tired thighs, you lifted yourself up just enough for him to slip back in, which he did with ease as you both let out moans. You started raising and lowering your hips on him, working your way slowly so that he was fully inside you. From this angle, he was even deeper, if that was possible. Anakin's hands came up to grab your ass, squeezing it and occasionally giving it a gentle smack. You sped up, and words started tumbling out of his lips.

"Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to do this at that stupid fucking party. You looked so fuckin' hot, I almost came when you sat on me," he confessed before letting out a particularly loud moan. You thought back to the way he was looking at you at the party, and it was the same glare he was casting you now. Like he'd give anything to be with you, like he was desperate for you. And he was. He kept repeating your name and how good he felt as you bounced on him.

"Shit, baby, I'm close," he gritted out. You could see it in the way his eyes squeezed, his brow furrowed, and his arms clenched around you. Your thighs burned, but you got faster. You were going to make him cum as hard as you possibly could. Soon enough, his breathing got faster, louder, letting moans fall from his lips freely. Then, he came so powerfully you swore you could feel it too. His hips twitched and jerked up into you as spurt after spurt shot out of him and into the condom. He threw his head back against your headboard, scrunching his eyes shut and moaning out your name. You could feel every twitch of his cock, every jump of his muscles under you. It was joy itself.

Once he finished cumming, you lifted yourself up and let his cock slide out of you. He was still panting, flushed and sweaty, but he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. Your head was resting against his chest, his left arm around you, as he pulled off the condom and tied it off, tossing it into your bedside trash. Both of you were a little bit more recovered, but your voice was still hoarse when you spoke.

"Fuck, that was amazing," you said. And it was. It really, truly was the best sex you had ever had. Anakin seemed equally as happy when he looked down at you with that soft, tender look in his eye.

"Really?" You gave him a little mhmm before he continued, "I feel bad I came so early. It's just, it's been a while for me." The confession came quickly. Like he almost wasn't sure whether to say it, but you were glad he did. You felt the same way.

"Me too, like six months. You?" The hand on his chest traced patterns across his stomach.

"Two years," he answered, like it was nothing.

"What?!" You expected him to say a month or two, maybe three at maximum. How could a guy who fucked that well stay celibate for that long? There was no way this was his first time back after so long. It was just impossible. He obviously saw the shock on your face, then elaborated.

"Yeah, since I broke up with my ex, I just… haven't found someone I wanted to do it with." Anakin was gazing at you with such affection that, for just a second, you thought it might be love.

"Until me." You didn't know where the words came from, but he didn't seem to mind. Part of you just wanted to hear him confirm it.

"Until you," he added as he gave your forehead a kiss. You lay there, your legs entwined and your hand rubbing patterns on his stomach while his pet your hair, in a happy, contented silence. The minutes passed, and his breathing slowed back to normal, but the look he was giving you didn't change. It was terrifying. You found yourself saying something to cut off the thought.

"Hey, you wanna know something funny?" You asked. Anakin, entangled in you, cast you a questioning look.

"What?"

"Check the pocket of my pants," you said. He pulled his arm out from under you, then got out of the bed and found your shorts behind your chair. From their right pocket, he pulled out a condom, and then burst out laughing. You joined him, and, in the moment, you felt like you were on the same team, the two of you against the world. The feeling only intensified when he kissed your forehead, still smiling.

"I'm gonna go get us something to clean up. Be back in a second," he said as he pulled on his boxers and pants again, before leaving the room to go find your bathroom.

He returned a few minutes later with a towel, soft and warm under his fingers. One of your washcloths, which he'd run under warm water to keep it comfortable. As he cleaned you up, then waited for you to use the bathroom, you wondered when he became so caring. So considerate and sweet. But maybe he had been that way the whole time, you thought as he put his arm around you in the bed. His skin against yours felt amazing, even better than it did during sex. For the first time, as you drifted off with your head against his chest, you wondered if being with him like this could happen more often. Maybe all the time. And then the words slipped from your mind, like footprints in sand on a beach, before you finally fell asleep.

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𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽 𝓐𝒇𝒇𝓪𝓲𝓻

HEADCANONS FORM! Summary : in which you move in your new house in front of a very hot, very dad and very married man. But Anakin Skywalker is a gentle and caring neighbor. Gardenias appear in your garden and you befriended his wife. Soon enough you fit in this neighborhood though a little crush linger…

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: mdni, dad! Anakin Skywalker, older married man, reader is 25 and Anakin’s 33, mentions of vaginal fingering, pining, cheating ?

AN : GUYS FIRST WORK !!! Okay actually very stressed to post this but I’m sure you’ll be indulgent. Please ? It’s just a part 1 tho idk when I’ll post part 2. Again I’m not fluent in English but please feel free to correct any error. The real stuff happens in part 2 cuz it’s just a plot installation. Hope y’all like my silly little idea.

You and Anakin met when you moved across the street. As a gentleman, he welcomed you and helped with all your boxes. One look and you both knew you were spiraling down an unforgivable path. 

« Excuse me Miss. Do you need help ? » Anakin asked gently. 

« Oh yes, thank you so much » you replied, blushing.

« Just moved in ? It’s a nice neighborhood. The name’s Anakin Skywalker. I live just across the street. » he pointed the white house with blue shutters in front of yours. 

« Well, yes I’m moving in. I hope we’ll become good neighbors. » you smiled  brightly. 

« Don’t doubt it. You seem a lot nicer than old Palps who lived here before you, » he laughed placing a boxes on your counter. « He died of cardiac arrest in his daughter’s house. But around here we say he died strangled in his bitterness. » he joked.

« Seems like a lovely man. » you chuckled.

When he finished helping you he invited you over at his house where you met his lovely…wife, Padmé. As you talked with them a pair of toddlers ran down the stairs. Anakin presented them as Luke and Leia his kids. Adorable, you thought. 

After that first day you crossed Anakin path a numerous time. Every morning you would leave for work around the same time giving each other a light « Hello » and a meaningful gaz, like electricity sparkling between you.

After some months like this, you strangely begun to see gardenias appearing in the back of your garden. 

Sundays barbecue were a common gathering for your neighborhood. Mr. Kenobi, the barbecue king for the five previous years hosting every one of them. Him and his wife Satine were the sweetest people you’ve ever met. Like a good neighbor you attented every barbecues and gained a little group of friends consisting of Padmé, Satine and Breha Organa, the mayor wife’s. 

You couldn’t help but stare at Anakin back as he was talking with the other dads. His broad shoulders draped in an olive t-shirt and his nice butt constricted in a cream pant. Ovulation cravings were getting out of hands. God…this man sense of fashion could kill you on the spot with how effortlessly handsome he was. A married man, older than you, with kids…but so sweet and manly… Only when you turned to help Breha you missed Anakin gazing at you from afar. 

Soon enough, Satine ran out of sodas for the kids. The Skywalker twins, Elledi and Fiari Organa, Cal Kenobi and many more kids were running in the gardens like crazy little gremlins. Tired of hearing their little voices complaining about having a glass of Fanta you took the matter in your hands and said you could go to the store. Suddenly a voice echoed.

« I got packs of Fanta in the closet at home. » proposed softly Anakin. 

« Wonderful, my dear why won’t you accompany Anakin in his house to retrieve the sodas instead of taking the car ? » said a cheerful Satine. 

« Oh…hm…yes, yes I can do that… » you stuttered a bit shy. 

« You’re coming ? » Anakin called, his keys tingling gently in his right hand.

Your gaze fixated on his veiny hands and his long fingers. Your mind went wild with how good his fingers would be buried inside your clenching pussy. Maybe they could even reach that little area deep into you where you see stars. Your arousal grew and soon you felt your cunt being wetter than ten minutes ago. Fantasizing about him as you walked behind him silently, you didn’t saw he stopped in front of you and crashed against his back. 

« Hey, hey, hey, I gotcha. » you heard before feeling strong arms wrapping against your stumbling form. You blinked at him shocked by the whole situation directly from a bad Christmas rom-com. 

« You okay, kid ? » asked Anakin his beautiful face ruined by a frown. 

« Uh…yeah, m’great thanks to you… » you muttered as you felt heat crawling on your cheeks. 

« Alright, here, the sodas are in this closet. » he pointed an open door under his stairs. You nodded looking right in his eyes as your breath hitched. Your gaze lowered at your joined chest as your breasts were pressed against his muscular pecs with how tight he was holding you. You felt his breath on your forehead and raised your head to look at him not without checking his lips. His hold on you tightened slightly and you flushed. 

You darted your eyes around the house unable to held the eye contact and as you wandered through the furniture of the closet your eyes widened.

On the shelf beside a toolbox was placed a white gardenia similar at the ones which appeared on your gardens…

To be continued….

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Warnings — Angst & Fluff, Professor x Student relationship, reader feels inferior, implied smut, descriptions of sex, inappropriate touching (brief), degrading (brief), reader's jealous, Anakin has anger issues, word 'homicidal' mentioned, neglection, Anakin is slightly aggressive.

Word count — 2.3k

Notes — Another lovely request, loved it! I'm not too good at angst because anything that doesn't involve Anakin being head over heels for the reader makes my heart ache, whoops. Also, REAL sorry if somebody's name's Janette, I love the name but reader calls her a slut.

"Dismissed." Professor Skywalker tosses his glasses aside and leans back in his chair. A delicate frown is present between his eyebrows.

He hadn't looked at you once.

An hour-and-a-half-long lecture and not one stare at you. Not a glance at the outfit you so carefully picked for him; the absence of his touch was already unbearable, but the way he avoided your darting eyes broke your heart. You wanted him to look at you. To look at you the way he does at night.

You look at his hands, slender fingers gripping the chalk; they're supposed to be on you. Gripping your hips to push himself deeper into you, holding your wrists, caressing your waist, and kneading the delicate flesh of your thighs when he pushes them back over his broad shoulders... Why isn't he looking at you?

You stuff your books into your tote, zipping it up with a forceful pull, purposely creating an irritating sound in your last attempts to get his attention. You feel a disappointed twitch in your eyebrow when he remains seated, toying with his pen while staring down at somebody else's essay.

One of the students makes her way towards his desk, slipping him another report while batting her lashes in an attempt to ease his feelings about turning in late. She leans forward, pointing at something while trying to explain herself, a cover up to push her clevage to his eye level. He takes her paper and piles it up with all the other works, nodding at the little tease and sending her off with a comment about how he won't tolerate it ever again. You wonder if his pants get a little bit tighter at the sight of her too.

You leave last. You always do. Despite his obvious uninterest in entertaining your need for his attention, you give him one last chance.

"I'll pick you up at six." He mutters, still not looking at you. 

Your silence obviously disturbs him; you don't greet his preposition with a smile and an eager puppy-like nod like you usually do.

"That's alright with you, darlin'?" He adds with a raspy voice, glancing in your direction.

Your heart sinks and insides flutter when the vibration of his tone reaches your ears. How can he do this to you? How can he pretend like you don't exist and then dare to offer his nighttime company? And yet, you want nothing else but to feel his lips all over your body again, even at the price of your dignity. You find enough self-respect to slam the door in his face.

With 6 p.m. approaching, you find yourself sitting at your vanity mirror and trying to decide if your body's mere worth is some cheap lip gloss and a skimpy dress for your professor to tear off as soon as he parks his black Chevy somewhere secluded enough.

Before you know it, he's outside your house. You watch him get out of his car, flicking the ashes of his cigarette onto the concrete and tossing the butt somewhere in the grass. He adjusts the collar of his shirt and knocks on your door.

You wait. Ten seconds, twenty, half a minute. Your heartbeat increases with each passing blink of time, and you're pretty sure he knows you're doing it on purpose. Eventually, you decide that you won't offer for him to come in. Grabbing your jacket and purse, you make your way out.

"Hi, love." He greets you with a smile, which is entirely different from how he's behaving during lectures. He's welcoming, almost sweet; maybe it's just a silly trick to make you crave his attention, thus allowing him to strip you off your panties quicker.

Anakin leans in to peck your cheek, which you dodge by turning around to lock your doors. He waits for the lock to click in place before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself against your back.

"You're mad. Why?" His lips brush over your clothed shoulder. 

He can feel how your body quivers when you swallow a lump that's been in your throat since 8 a.m. You hate how loving he can be; you hate how he manipulates you with his touch, making you feel like you're more than just a naive student for him. You hate it, and you crave it. His hands are warm on your waist, and you can feel your cheeks getting hotter from the forming tears.

"Darlin'?" He kisses your pulse point gently, waiting for you to speak.

"Let's go." You blink the wetness off your eyelids and head towards his car. Your sides instantly shiver when they aren't shielded by his grip.

Anakin starts the car in silence, giving you an uncomfortable look at how you didn't even allow him to open the door for you. The engine roars to life, and he's about to drive off when he leans across your body.

"Seatbelt, darlin'." He doesn't wait for you to reach for it — he's already buckling you in.

"Why don't you look at me?" You begin speaking when he's out on the road.

"What do you mean, bunny? I am. You look gorgeous. Like every night." His hand leaves the gearstick and finds place on your knee, gently caressing the inside of your thigh. 

"During lectures. You'd rather look at some slut like Janette instead of me." You cut him off, complaining about the unfairness of his actions.  

"And you?" He laughs. Mockingly. "You are not a slut? Spreading your legs whenever I call you." His hand on your thigh glides up to brush against your panties. "But you like it when I call you that, don't you?"

He doesn't take you seriously at all. He is oblivious to the fact that his words claw a gaping hole in your chest, leaving your heart sore and lungs collapsing at the attempts to hold your pains. You push his hand off your core in a disgusted manner and shut your legs close.

"You're seriously mad at me?" He shifts gears, and you feel how the vehicle starts speeding, your body tensing in alertness.

You know he's not going to hurt you, not physically, and yet you can't stop shuddering. Your cheeks heat up once more, and this time there is no strength in you to stop the inevitable.

"I treat you well, don't I? Do you know how you'd be treated if I were somebody else?!" The highway is ending as he's taking a turn towards your usual spot of desire. His tone is increasing with every word.

"Drive me home!" You slap the panel, hysteria in your voice is present as thick tears drop onto your lap.

"You're not going anywhere!" He stops the car on the sidewalk, not making his full way into the forest. That's when he can finally see your mascara-stained cheeks.

Anakin groans at the sight; his fingers curl into fists as he pounds onto the steering wheel. "You're so fucking-" He groans again, trying to stop himself from saying something he'll regret later, and leans to rest his head, sighing deeply.

The car fills with your sobs and sniffles. You sit there, buckled up like a child who's been denied candy, and weep. Anakin lets out a sigh and frees himself from the seatbelt, clicking yours off too.

"Come here."

"No! I'm done doing this; I'm done letting you use me like I'm worthless!" 

He sighs again, rubbing his face aggressively, trying his best to contain his anger and focus on how your whines are hurting his ears and heart.

"It's okay, come here, bunny." He places his hand on the back of your head and pulls you to lean on his shoulder. Pathetically, you wrap your arms around his neck and continue sobbing into his button-up. "There she is; come here." He grabs you by the waist and pulls, guiding you to climb out of your seat and onto his lap.

Unfortunately, his gesture only forces more tears. You rest your head on his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. He cradles your quivering body to his chest, one arm wrapped around your legs and the other keeping you in place by your back. 

"Silly girl, you've ruined your make up." He wipes your cheeks with his sleeve, black ink staining the cotton. "I'd never force you, you know that? If you don't want to, you don't need to go with me, yeah?" His anger seems to be ceasing, and you wish your despair was too. His attempts to comfort you are bittersweet.

"You said I was the prettiest girl... You always say that; you touch me, you- you... How can you do this? Why don't I matter to you?" Words spill from your mouth; endless thoughts are rushing through your mind, and your tongue is unable to catch up with all of them. And his hands. His hands, his hands, his hands. His hands are holding you, caressing you, wiping away your tears, and it hurts, hurts, hurts so bad you want to tear his perfect face off his skull and drive his stupid Camaro into a lake.

"You are, you are the prettiest girl; you're the perfect girl, bunny, my perfect girl, okay? Of course you matter." He seems to be pretty unaware of your homicidal ideas because he keeps stroking your hair, trying to console you. "Of course you matter; look at me." He cups your cheek and forces you to face him.

"Why won't you look at me?" You manage to form a full sentence, uninterrupted by little sniffles.

"Well because..." He sighs. "You know it's not right. We can't have people know about us." His finger gently brushes a strand of your hair off your cheek. "You're my student. A good one at that; I wouldn't want anybody to think your A's are earned with your pretty little pussy." He chuckles at his crappy attempt to make you laugh.

"So you'd rather hurt me?" Your eyebrows furrow, and anger slowly replaces sadness at how naive he thinks you are. "What could a little glance give away? A little praise? A text message about my pretty clothes when nobody's looking?!" Anakin is getting a taste of his own medicine, feeling the exact same emotions you feel when he shouts at you for being sensitive.

"Well, that's the thing, darlin', somebody is always looking. I don't want to risk it; you have to understand..." He coos at you gently, his lips pressing against your cheeks. "You're such a sweet girl; I can't put you at risk, why don't you get it?" 

You knew that it wasn't just you. He had to protect himself too; he was a well-respected professor, his career was great, he was loved, but... But still. Your little heart couldn't comprehend the fact that your love wasn't enough for him. That he didn't love you a bit more to show some affection that wouldn't involve an orgasm eventually. 

"I just... I just want to feel like I matter..." You sniffle the last tears away; there is disappointment in your voice. You are aware that this relationship is not meant to go anywhere, and you wish he'd deny that. Even if deep down, you both would know it's a lie.

"You do, bunny, of course you do. Do you have any idea how it's hurting me too? To have you crying in my arms..." Anakin cradles you closer to himself. "I just wish you could be happy, sweet girl. I'm sorry I've done this to your heart, I'm sorry for ever laying my hands on you..." He kisses your cheek, trailing up to your temple, and sighs. "I'm so sorry, darlin'..."

You sit there in silence, the headlights of cars passing in the distance casting short flashes of light over you both. The car's getting colder, and Anakin tries his best to embrace you and keep your body warm. 

"Let's get you home, bunny." He caresses the back of your head, touching it so delicately that you'd think you were made of porcelain. "You should get some rest."

Home? No. No, no no no. You don't want to go home. You want to stay. You want to be held, and you need his arms to caress you. You can't go home and rot in self-pity the whole night. You need him. 

But you can't say that; the words are stuck in your throat, and you're pretty sure he wouldn't be able to understand the depth of your feelings. So you cling onto him, your arms squeeze his body impossibly close, as if doing that could close a wound that's open inside of you. 

Anakin chuckles softly. "You don't want to go, do you?" He nuzzles his nose into your cheek and kisses it. "That's okay. I don't want to let go of you either. I just love holding you, precious." 

"Can I stay with you?" You hesitantly whisper in the crook of his neck; his skin shivers under your lips.

"For the night?" He pulls away slightly to gaze into your eyes. Tomorrow's Saturday, and you can seriously see him considering bringing you home. 

"I don't want to be alone." 

He smiles warmly, his hand cups your cheek once again, and gently kisses your lips, lingering for a moment. "I was about to ask you." He smiles and pecks your forehead. You know he's lying, but he couldn't tell you no when your doe eyes stare at him pleadingly and the thought of you crying yourself to sleep stabs his heart.

"Let's go, bunny. Get you a milkshake, mmm? Then I'll cuddle my princess to sleep. I can't bear seeing your little heart ache." He urges you to move off his lap and back into your seat. 

You can swear his hands were trembling ever so slightly when he put the key back into ignition and started the car. Maybe this time he'll love you in a way so the pleasure fills your heart instead.

[madamealys]

Imagine you and Anakin Skywalker decide to play truth and dare…(+21)

***

He comes for a visit, that Jedi who once helped you out with enemies who used you as a shield against these knights. He saved you and you two ended up becoming friends… even though part of you wishes for more.

But you keep things to yourself out of respect for him and his long term girlfriend, Padme Amidala. You still keep these sparks of attraction buried deep even after they broke up.

Friendship is worthier than sentimental bullshit, you decide it. But there are moments when nights are too warm and, lonely, you use your hand in between your legs thinking of him. Wishing he’d do naughty things to you. Your friends once suggested looking for casual flings to help you out but what does it matter? You simply don’t work that way.

You then get yourself dressed casually. You pick a black shirt with strap, finding no need to use your bra, and a black & red skirt plus wearing high heels because Anakin is tall.

Just as you are preparing to receive him, bell rings. And when you go opening the door, Anakin nearly falls back. He never expected to see you like this. His eyes seem to notice your curves for the first time and he likes what he sees.

“Holy Moly”, he whistles. “All this for me, Y/N?”

Your face goes instantly red at his bold remark. Though you do appreciate his hunter look over your body—which makes your aching in your feminine parts quite unbearable—, you are disconcerted for getting his attention like this. Genuinely you didn’t expect to be noticed.

“Oh stop it you”, you slap his shoulder playfully, before being involved in his strong arms… and it’s here where your nipples go hard, much to your embarrassment.

Anakin has an indecent thought concerning you too, tempted to lift your skirt and slide his hands on your ass… wondering if you are as hot as you are presenting yourself. But when remembering how good friends you are, or even if you were not, he admonishes himself for being this naughty.

Clearing his throat, he reluctantly parts the embrace, taking a look at your apartment, in complete ignorance of your state. You quickly move after wine to serve, thinking that not wearing bra was a very bad idea.

“Nice place”, he says. “I was just wondering whether you’d ever ask me for a visit since you moved.”

“How’s work going?”, you show up with glasses and hands one to him. Again your face burns lightly when his gaze lingers at your thighs. Your heart races at the silly sensation of getting his attention. “I get that saving universe must not be an easy task.”

Anakin purposely sits next to you. He smiles at the confused thoughts and how he affects you.

“You have no idea”, he chuckles before getting serious. “It’s been exhausting, truthfully. I’ve been… tossed in a whirlwind, in a hurricane, whatever you want to call it. But let us not ruin the night talking about work. Wine’s good by the way. How’s your life, Y/Nickname? Often being the listener, never the talker.”

Anakin reclines back at the couch, watching as your face is crimson pink.

“My life is hardly as interesting as yours for a start.”

“That is untrue. Come now…”

When did it become about you? You feel suddenly shy. Hardly men in general interested in what you have to say, about who you are.

But when he looks at you, Anakin isn’t seeing only the beautiful woman you are, but the sensitive, witty, kind, good hearted lady that is so passionate about what she loves doing… he cannot help but falling in love.

However, telling you how he feels… is tricky. Specially because he’s got some scars of his previous relationship.

Even so… he cannot deny the intimacy in sharing memories, the attraction there is about you two. Then it occurs him to deal with it in other ways.

“You know what”, he downs the glass. “I think we should play this game in order to get your head out of recent disappointments.”

You laugh quietly.

“Very well. What is it?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Ani…”

“What?”, he laughs. “What harm can it do?”

You take a long sip of wine. One bottle is empty and you use it to spin. The game begins.

***

“Truth or dare?”, you ask him.

Despite the glint of mischief in his eyes, Anakin surprises you by saying:

“Truth.”

“Well… is it true that you broke up with Padme because of the whole Clovis affair?”

Anakin rolls his eyes, giving you a glare.

“Really now, Y/N?”

“Yes or no, answers only”, you smirk.

“Fine.” He sighs. “Yes. Yes, this was why.”

This wipes the smirk off your face as you gently stroke his hand as you play with his fingers.

“I’m genuinely sorry, Ani.”

He runs a hand over his hair before delivering a crooked grin.

“It’s fine. Time to move on. You, now.”

“…Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

You flutter your eyelashes before gasping.

“I’m sorry, but what?”

“Come on, Y/Nickname. It’s only fair.” He gives that kind of smile he knows it melts you.

It’s when you realize you’ve been obvious about how you feel for him. Oh shit.

“Y/Nickname… It’s either that or tickling.”

You laugh quietly, hating the other option. Ignoring the heat in your face, you lean close.

“Fine, you idiot.”

Distance is shorter now as you and him sit face to face. Never before you’ve noticed how blue his eyes are, how weak your knees are when he smiles at you like that.

Fuck, fuck.

“Well?”

“Damn it, Skywalker, you know how to make me shy.”

“Then let me encourage you better.”

His fingertips rest under your chin, drawing you closer before slipping it to your hair all the whilst using another to put it behind your neck. His lips now brush against yours before you take the initiative and snake your tongue to his mouth.

You gasp when tasting his tongue dancing slowly, synced with yours, not expecting to feel so good—and it’s definitely better than you thought in your wildest dreams.

As you close your eyes, you let the moment take you. Anakin too is surprised by how good your kiss is. His mug smirk is wiped off his lips when he realizes he wants more of it.

The kiss soon deepens, igniting a spark of something new to you both. It gets heated, it gets…

“Well, there you have it”, you say, distancing yourself of him, albeit reluctantly.

Anakin is too disappointed and he poorly conceals it, but in an attempt to change this subtle awkwardness, you spin the bottle again.

“It’s on you again. Truth or dare, Anakin?”

“…Dare.”

There is a brief exchange of glances. This is getting dangerous, a deadly game you didn’t expect to play, but the temptation has been to great to ignore.

Wine takes holds of your lips and even though Anakin knows what is coming out of your tongue, he waits almost impatiently for you to say it.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Here comes a crooked grin that makes you knees go weak. Anakin smiles warmly at your request, even more than aware of what goes inside your head.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You offer him a timid smirk when he leans closer to you. He cups your face with his hands, now taking notice of the shades of y/c that paint your irises. His heart almost skips a beat at what he reads in them.

He hesitates only for a moment and before seeing protest rising to your eyes, the Jedi dives in your mouth and slides his tongue inside yours. The kiss perfectly syncs, just to confirm again how much you and him liked how it went before.

This time neither part wishes to break it. The game is postponed as the kiss grows fervent and all so suddenly he is going on top of you, sighing heavily when perceiving the warmth that comes from your body.

All decency is forgotten when you spread your legs and wrap them around his waist, not minding the skirt being lifted as you do. His hands are now going down to your back before grabbing your ass the way you want him to.

Spark is about to erupt, though, when he parts the kiss to look at you.

“Bloody hell”, he mutters under his breath, far from looking regretted to you.

Your face is red with his words, but you cannot break the gaze.

“Was it good?”

“Better than I thought”, he smiles at you. “I am enjoying this game.”

“So am I…”, you agree in between chuckles.

Carefully, he parts from the embrace, though the moment he looks at you doing the same and trying to pull yourself together, Anakin nearly regrets for going back to this game.

“You’re fucking hot”, he whistles.

“Anakin!”, you chuckle quietly, embarrassed for his blunt remark.

“I am not lying, Y/N”, he spins the bottle. “Damned be me for taking a while in messing with you.”

You laugh, but to say you don’t enjoy the attention is to indulge in lies. However, the ache in your legs only gets worse.

“So… truth or dare?”, Anakin asks you.

“Truth”, you tell him, pleased to spot a disappointment look in his face.

“Very well”, and only then a mischievous thought occurs him. “Is it true you masturbated thinking of me?”

Your eyes go wide at it.

“Anakin! You haven’t been reading my mind, have you?”

By how he raises his eyebrows, you know you gave far more than he would.

“Fuck”, you curse.

“It’s a “yes” or “no” answer, darling”, he laughs quietly, more than amused by the looks on your face.

“Yes”, you grumble. “But it wasn’t this good.”

“Mm, why not?”

“Not answering you that, Skywalker.”

Anakin chuckles. It’s time for you to spin the bottle. Now you ask him.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

You make a grimace, but what comes next surprises both of you, in all honesty. Growing bolder due to the wine you ingested, you smirk and say:

“I dare you to remove your clothes.”

Anakin raises his eyebrows.

“…my clothes?”

“Every piece of it.”

“I wasn’t expecting on that.”

But he does as commanded. However, when he does, Anakin makes sure your eyes are glued on him. And he wants to take notices of how your body reacts as he removes piece by piece.

When you rub your leg into another and how hard your nipples get… those are enough signs to make him further aroused. But he is patient. So he takes his time.

And when you see his length throbbing it… you fear you are about to blow.

“Very well. Your turn, missy”, says Anakin with a mug smirk on his face.

“…Dare.”

“I dare you to give me a hand job.”

Your eyes go wide at his suggestion and Anakin would have regretted it for being so bold had you not risen and taken his side at the couch. Your eyes go to his manhood, and as your chest goes heavier, he opts to interfere.

“You don’t have to do it if you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s not about that”, you hesitate.

“Oh”, he quickly understands what’s not being said. “None ever taught you correctly, uh? Come here and I will.”

It turns out to be more arousing than you and Anakin would judge. He whispers in your ear what he wants you to do and your hand is right over his cock, following his directions. It’s when he bites down your earlobe that makes you shiver lightly.

“Are you horny?”, he asks you, already aware of how he affects you, which in turn makes him moan.

And to hear him moan so close threatens your self control. You decide not to answer him, even when it’s clearly a positive response. It feels good to watch him like that, how your delicate hands are capable of doing up and down, playing with the tip of his manhood before caressing his balls.

Then a thought… a not so strange one, in fact, occurs you.

Anakin, a man who is hardly ever surprised by others, is surprised by the moment you slide to your knees and engulf him with your eager tongue and pink lips.

“Ah! Ah! Y/N!”, he arches his back, wishing he’d decently ask you to stop, but you are such a good girl.

You like to suck him, you know you do. To taste him, to have his precum in his mouth makes you indecently horny. You take all of it, his louder moans making you drip wet in your panties. But your mind goes blank.

Specially when you taste a different kind of drink you used to swallow. And he cums so violently after fucking your face… though you don’t mind it. You feel like a whore, but what’s worst is that you like it.

“Y/N. To the bedroom, now.”

Anakin lifts you up, holding you in your arms before carrying you to bed. Only when putting you down and kissing your lips does he say:

“I want to compensate you for being such a good girl to me.”

Saying so he removes your clothes. Denuded underneath his gaze, you lie down in bed with your legs spread.

“Touch yourself thinking of me”, he asks you, already getting hard at it. “Tell me your secretive thoughts, Y/N.”

“Anakin…”, you are on your elbows, enjoying the naughty look he gives you. “I need assistance here. Come on.”

And then you beg.

“Please.”

He bends over your side, a hand caressing your waist all the whilst his lips are over your shoulders and neck. Inhaling the scent in your skin, Anakin is completely drawn to you.

“Your wish is my command, Madame”, he whispers in your ear before his curious fingertips find way to your womanhood.

He plays with your pubic hair for a while before his index finger digs into you. When feeling how soaked you are, Anakin growls low and you shiver when feeling his erection member just behind your lower back.

“You make me so naughty”, you whimper, barely believing he’s doing what you’ve always wanted him to.

“Had you told me this earlier, I would not take such a time to get to you”, he says, already short breath cut by the sounds you make. “Fuck… Let me access your thoughts and drink into that. I need it.”

Not that he is surprised when he does, but it is somewhat more colorful when you permit him to dive in your dirtiest thoughts concerning him… or even when he accesses your sentiments.

This is not lust anymore when he turns you to him, his finger still inside you.

“Damned you are, woman”, he hisses at you before crushing your moans with a fervent kiss.

And who are you to fight his urges, which equals yours?

***

As loving as he is when making love to you, you prefer him to be on top of you. When looking at his face, his messy, shortened hair with a few curls dropping over his face… It takes all of your strength not to drown in a quick climax.

He does it so well, no lover compares to him. He thrusts in slow and deep and you feel it. You like feeling him. Oh you do.

And when he leans to you, his lips pursuing yours in an old fashioned manner you are foolishly open, making all of this more emotional than you’d have originally judged.

“Anakin!”, you whimper loudly again. “I might…”

“Yes, Princess? Come to me! Come to me all right”, he commands you to, his body linked to yours indecently so.

His hands locked to yours, your eyes close as your body arches and it feels so different… almost as if you are gravitating. There is something else compelling you to a bigger wave of pleasure that makes you so sensitive to it.

It might as well as Anakin using the Force to reach the unreachable. Who cares?

He’s yours and you are his.

When you cry out his name, it’s such a confirmation.

And Anakin smiles because of it. Because you are finally the lover his wounded heart wanted… thus it is this new beginning of yours.

[catboydogma]

ok ok tone switch from last prompt for recovery: humor. Cody desperately trying to keep some silly, possibly inappropriate thing that the troopers have done (or convinced him to do?) away/secret from obi-wan. possibly he is embarrassed. possibly it's inappropriate. either way Cody might murder someone to keep it quiet. Obi-Wan finds out (or already knew).

quotations and fluff

a heat rash in the shape of the show me state - los campesinos!

send prompts :)

notes: this is so late lol but i hope you enjoy and thank you for the prompt!

wc: 652

The first time The Shirt appeared under Cody’s purview was on Lt. Boil. He was made aware of it instantly—with its soft and thin material, light color, and bold text spanning the front stating the wearer to be a source of FREE MUSTACHE RIDES with a simple rendering of a mustache, he would have been hard pressed not to see it. Dress code was enforced strictly when troopers are on-duty and, in the private opinion of many, somewhat redundant. The troopers’ main source of clothing, after all, was from the GAR.

But Lt. Boil was off duty. And Cody had never been fond of suppressing his troopers’ freedoms, as few and as insignificant they were. Looking back on this incident, Cody often wished that he had crushed it then and there. All he had said was a simple, “Keep it off-duty. Don’t let the General see it.”

The Shirt became a stock item in the troopers’ off-duty lounge. Someone somewhere had recreated it, purchased or stolen copies of it, Cody didn’t even know at this point. The proliferation happened too rapidly to track. They were worn under armor, over or in place of flightsuits—the form-fitting material and thermoregulation thankfully didn’t allow for them to be worn under—and in one harrowing case outside of Ghost Company, painted on the front of an LAAT/i. That warranted a talking-to on the proper usage of GAR time and resources and a remedial course in civilian PR. No one else wanted to recreate their efforts after the round of extra drills Cody ran that particular squad through.

Lt. Boil was unbearably smug over the entire affair. Cody threatened him with latrine duty, overnight shifts, and Shiny training, but Lt. Boil remained a bastion of smarm. He began to sympathize when the General complained about Skywalker giving him gray hairs or taking years off his life. It seemed that troopers were leaving The Shirts in spare closets and shelves to don whenever they went off-duty or vice versa. They were traded like contraband. Cody confiscated and disposed of no less than thirty of the things in a single tenday. However fast he hid them from the General, the troopers spread it faster. Howl proclaimed it was good for ship morale. Cody proclaimed him a traitor and a turncoat. The next day half the medbay were wearing The Shirt between shifts.

After a handful of weeks of this, Cody felt sure that it would die down. Fads were common and short-lived among the troopers, after all, and while Lt. Boil was content to beat a dead bantha into the ground, most troopers had some measure of common sense.

“I do apologize for keeping you waiting, Commander, Lieutenants,” Gen. Kenobi said as he sailed into the war room. The stark light of the holo table turned the dark circles under his eyes into bruised craters. He was half-dressed and his hair mussed from sleep; they’d had to call a last-minute planning session to account for a change in ETA. This was as close to a sleep kit as Jedi got, Cody supposed: loose pants, upper tunic, no obi, and a cotton collar peeking out from where Gen. Kenobi was shouldering on his robe—

“Er, General,” Lt. Waxer said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

On his other side, Lt. Gregor had stuffed half the knuckles of one of his fists in his mouth.

“General,” Lt. Waxer said again, and Cody felt a slow-rising wave of horror start to sweep over him. “Your shirt…”

Gen. Kenobi beamed. “Ah, yes. Lt. Boil was kind enough to replace the shirt I leant him after the last campaign after that terrible mudslide… I find it quite comfortable…”

Gen. Kenobi’s voice faded into white noise. Cody watched with horror as Gen. Kenobi dropped his robe (awful) and unwrapped his outer tunic (horrific) to reveal The Shirt: FREE MUSTACHE RIDES.

[frost-queen]

What lies deep within the heart // part 3 (Reader!Skywalker x Cal Kestis)

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Summary: Cal is over the moon meeting the legendary Obi Wan Kenobi. Obi Wan and you share a conversation about your father's past. Back on the Mantis you confide with Cal about your father's past. When the Mantis makes a quick stop, Cal and you head into town which seems normal at first. Till you notice the posters of you hanging around. Will you be discovered or remain unnoticed from the Empire. [ Part 1 part 2 part 4 ]

“Hello there.”

Cal’s eyes widened, spontaneously grabbing for your arm. He started tugging at it, still staring in awe at the newly appeared figure. – “What is it?” – you whispered to him confused. – “That is Master Obi Wan Kenobi!” – Cal fangirled feeling as if he were about to pass out. Obi wan waved you closer. You took Cal by the arm as he wasn’t sure his legs would even move in this condition. BD-1 hopped on Cal’s back when you approached the cave. Obi Wan extended his hand out to you, helping you up. He helped Cal up as well.

Cal squeaked behind you admiring his own hand. Rolling softly with your eyes, you knew Cal would be useless at this point. Too fixated over being in awe of this Master Obi Wan Kenobi. Someone you’ve never heard of. But to be fair, you hadn’t heard of many Jedi. Was it perhaps something your father wanted to shield from you. The only few people you knew where the stormtroopers and Palpatine. Yet he was no Jedi. Obi Wan gestured for you to follow him. – “You… you have a nice place.” – you said nervously, not sure what to say.

It wasn’t really compliment worthy, but you hated the silence. Obi Wan chuckled brief. He guided you to an area in deeper into the cave, lighted up by lanterns. Some junk scattered around. Obi Wan chuckled nervously. – “Apologies for the mess.” – he spoke kicking a part aside. – “That’s alright.” – you answered. He gestured for you to take a seat as you did. Cal was still standing, looking in wonder around. – “Uhum… Cal…” – you said tugging at his shirt. Cal hummed loud turning his head to you. You motioned with your head to the seat beside you.

“Oh right.” – he mumbled out coming to sit beside you. You took a deep breath when Obi Wan came sitting before you. – “May I just say it is an honor meeting you, Master Kenobi.” – Cal said with a silly smile on his lips. He extended his hand shaking Obi Wan’s hand once more. It was rather sweet how Cal gleamed in his presence. – “Cal…Cal…” – you whispered placing your hand on his shoulder. You needed to remind him this wasn’t a casual meeting. – “Right… sorry.” – he whispered back letting go of Obi Wan’s hand. Cal cleared his throat, setting a hand on his knee. – “We’ve been told you have information of Y/n’s father.” – Cal spoke getting all serious.

Obi Wan turned to look at you. – “I do.” – he responded as it made you move nervously in your seat. Rubbing your sweaty palms over your legs. – “May…may I ask a question first?” – Obi Wan asked looking at you. You nodded hesitantly, unsure what he would ask. – “How… how did you end up here. I had always assumed he’d keep you close to his side.” – Obi Wan spoke with furrowed brows. – “He did.” – you answered softly. – “Before… before…” – your gaze glanced briefly to Cal. – “I had never let his side. Always close. I knew nothing of the world around me… I still feel like I don’t… so pardon me if I don’t know who you were…are.” – you explained further.

Cal took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. – “I got her out. I offered her an escape from that prison, and she took it.” – he spoke explaining more. – “Only after you tried to kill me.” – you said teasingly poking him in the rib. – “Which I didn’t since you charmed me.” – he responded with a teasing expression. – “Did I now?” – you leaned a bit closer. – “I have no memory of that.” – you laughed out. Cal touched your nose making you wrinkle it, pulling back. Obi Wan cleared his throat interrupting your little moment.

Cal and you turned back to him as he let go of your hand. – “Young man.” – Obi Wan addressed as Cal corrected him. – “Cal Kestis.” – Obi Wan hummed loud. – “Cal, do you mind if I have a moment alone with Y/n?” – Cal looked at you. – “Only if she wants it. I promised her I’d stay close.” – You smiled warmly at him. Your gaze drifted away to Obi Wan. – “I’ll be alright I think.” – you said out loud. Cal hummed loud, getting up. – “BD and I will just be outside.” – tapping your shoulder, he took his leave giving you and Obi Wan the space to speak.

Obi Wan got up, offering for you to follow him. You did heading to a more secluded part of the caves. You came to a stop by some crates. Now that Obi Wan was able to admire you in the light, he smiled. – “You look so much like him.” – he said making you look saddened down. – “I’m not so sure that is a compliment.” – you told him fearful. Obi Wan rested a hand on your shoulder. – “The path your father took is not your path Y/n.” – he said wisely yet it didn’t calm your frightened heart yet.

Obi Wan took a deep breath walking with you towards the entrance of the cave. The sun blinding your eyes for a second while they adjusted to the bright sight. Down below you saw Cal with BD-1. He was walking about with little thought. – “Your father was a remarkable Jedi.” – Obi Wan said making you widen your eyes. – “My father was a Jedi?” – you gasped out. – “He was full of ambition and love.” – Obi Wan chuckled a bit to himself.

Both of you sat down on the rock by the entrance of the cave. – “Always full of questions. Asking about why it couldn’t go that way or why that wasn’t possible.” – Obi Wan continued. – “To my annoyance sometimes.” – Obi Wan laughed loud as you smiled. Obi Wan smiled back. – “Your smile it reminds me of her.” – he pointed out. – “My mother?” – you asked already knowing he might be referring to her. – “Your father loved her so much. They were very much alike. Full of ambition.” – Obi Wan smiled faintly.

“Yet their relationship also harbored fear.” – he added making you pull your legs closer to your chest. – “His fear of losing her brought him to the path of the Sith. He was persuaded in being able to save her… in the end…” – Obi Wan sighed deep thinking back of it. – “His love became his weakness?” – you said looking at Cal, wondering if you would have the same fate as your father. – “No.” – Obi Wan made clear laying a hand on your knee.

“The Sith took advantage of his fear. His love was never a weakness. It is his greatest strength, even now. When he cared so lovingly for you Y/n.” – his words eased your worries a bit. Obi Wan turned to look at Cal afar. Cal waved at you as you moved your hand up to wave back. Obi Wan chuckled. – “I can see he cares deeply for you.” – you nodded. – “He kept me from falling… I couldn’t have come this far without him.”

“Just like your mother and father.” – Obi Wan muttered with a smile. Obi Wan got up as you did the same confused. – “I have a gift for your further travels.” – he spoke before disappearing into the cave once more. You waved at Cal to let him know he could come back up. Cal rushed up the hill with BD on his back. – “Are you okay?” – he asked resting a hand on your lower back. You nodded with a hum. – “I understand more why my father chose the path of the Sith.” – you explained to Cal. – “Remember you are not him. His choices will not be repeated inside of you.” – Cal responded letting his head rest against yours.

You took a deep breath, taking a moment to embrace his warm gesture. Obi Wan returned making Cal and you part. – “It is yours to have.” – Obi Wan said holding out an item wrapped in a dirty old cloth. – “It once belonged Anakin Skywalker. Your father. It is only righteous it passes on to you Y/n Skywalker.” – he addressed moving the cloth open to reveal a lightsaber. Your eyes widened with shock. Cal gawked at it in disbelief. Obi Wan offered you the lightsaber. – “Whether you yield it or not that choice is yours to take.” – he continued.

You looked hesitantly at Cal who nodded in encouragement. Your hand reached out to the lightsaber, feeling a familiar sensation. The moment your fingers touched it, a memory flashed before your eyes. Your father young and full of ambition. A warm smile on his lips as he holds his lightsaber up. The memory passed with the blink of an eye. The lightsaber felt heavy in your hand when you picked it up.

You turned to look hesitant at Cal. Somehow it felt a bit wrong for you to carry your father’s lightsaber. Cal nodded with a warm smile. It was yours to take. You clicked the lightsaber on your belt where it hung safely. – “May the force be with you.” – Obi Wan said as a farewell. Cal bowed his head in respect. You smiled a bit saddened at Obi Wan. Being around him made you feel a bit more connected to your father. Closer to the life you never knew he had. Obi Wan seemed to understand it, taking your hand to pat it. – “This is not a goodbye Y/n.” – you nodded as your hand slipped out of his.

Cal and you returned to the Mantis in silence. Back on the Mantis you immediately sat down with a deep sigh. Rubbing your temples in exhaustion. Cal shoved himself close to your body, placing a hand on your arm. – “What did he say?” – he asked. You exhaled deep letting yourself lean back in the seat. Calmly you explained to Cal what Obi Wan had told you. About your father before order 66. About your mother and the tragedy that led him to the life of a Sith.

Cal stared with wide eyes at you. A shock it was hearing how your father used to be. He always thought pure evil harbored inside him. Now it appeared it wasn’t that way. Now he felt like he understood you more. He hugged you out of comfort when Cere joined in. – “I hope you got some answers?” – was the only thing she asked. She needn’t know any details, but still wondered. You hummed loud. – “I did.”

The Mantis landed on Coruscant. A stop for Greez to get some supplies. The stock was running low, so he needed to refill them. Cere took it upon her to collect the supplies while Greez checked the state of the Mantis. Cal, BD-1, and you ventured into town to search for an extra part. Greez had scribbled it on a note with a poor hand drawn picture of it. Cal showed it to you, making you laugh loud. – “Let’s hope the seller can decipher this.” – Cal joked tugging it away. – “Otherwise Greez will have a problem.” – you answered following Cal into town. The town was partly crowded.

Cal looked around, spotting a shop who most likely had the spare part. He motioned for you to follow. You looked over your shoulder noticing something. Narrowing your eyes you hoped to see it clearer. A poster stuck to the side of a building. The lower part flapping in the wind. You couldn’t recognize what it read, but still it caught your attention. Cal was already heading down towards it, unaware that you weren’t following right away. Turning round you spotted another poster. You moved a bit closer to it to read.

Taking about three steps, your eyes suddenly widened. Your face and name plastered on the poster. It made you gasp loud, stumbling a bit back. Your head felt like spinning at the sight of your own poster up. The more you looked around, the more you noticed how many posters of you were up. – “Cal!” – you called out jogging after him. Cal stopped confused with a frown.

He slowly turned seeing you jog over to him. – “Hey, You!” – he heard coming from behind you. A few bounty hunters  gathering around behind you. – “Y/n run!” – Cal shouted pulling out his lightsaber. You started running as Cal blocked their shots. You joined Cal, taking his hand. He pulled you with him, running into an alley.

It was there where he saw the posters for himself. He cursed silently going round in a new alleyway with you. Cal and you came to an immediate stop at the sight of a pack of stormtroopers. They turned spotting you. – “Princess!” – one of them called out as it made Cal quirk his eyebrow briefly up. They started shooting at Cal as Cal deflected their blasts with his lightsaber.

You felt trapped, air sucked out of your lungs. Pulled back to the life you lead with your father. Behind the shooting troopers you noticed one of them speaking over the intercom. – “Tell Lord Vader we have found her. The princess is on Coruscant!” – he shouted in the intercom as it made you gasp loud. He knew. He knew where you were.

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[garden-bug]

Can’t believe Thrawn is just vibing and these mfs are gonna show up in their stupid fancy ring hyper power ship with an entire enemies to lovers trope on board.

All I’m saying is, Thrawn, in the Star Wars equivalent of a Hawaiian shirt, is teaching Ezra Chiss martial arts on their exile planet. Ezra is making fun of him for being exiled twice. Lmaoooo everyone just hates you, Thrawn.

Thrawn’s expression changes to something almost pensive. HE REMEMBERS WHAG HE SAID TO ELI VANTO THAY ONE FUCKING TIME and he dunks his head in the sea bc he’s a silly idiot and he misses his bestie WHO HE WASNT BERY NICE TO NO NOT ONE BIT.

In Chiss land, Eli sneezes. No he’s not in Chiss land he’s out in the wilderness looking for Thrawn. All of Thrawn’s Ascendancy friends are there even Samakro. They have explorers hats and are adventuring through the jungle.

Idk what happens next. Sabine and Shin Hati kiss. Sabine realises she was never meant to be a Jedi bc she’s a mandalorian like duh.

Everyone finds Thrawn and Ezra at the exact same time. Thrawn and Ezra r like wtf then they all have a beach party because night sisters are allergic to sea water so Morgen straight up evaporates.

Ahsoka and Hera show up in the ghost with Jacen and Zeb and Kallus who brought a barbecue yipeee!

Luke Skywalker shows up with Din Djarin and Grogu searching for Grogu’s home planet.

Dinluke is real.

Somehow all the positive energy defeats the Grysks and they explode and die.

The end.

Sorry I’m not coping with the Ahsoka series very well. I love it but I am very afraid. Parts of it I don’t love. Ok I love that it’s funny as fuck to speculate about.

[coruscantrhapsody]

Your prompt is: Anakin and Padme are delegates who meet at the 1990s DNC where they do the Macarena.

THANKS FOR THE PROMPT, BESTIE.

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Padme craned her neck, struggling to see past her fellow Wisconsin delegates to the rafters a few rows below, where Team California (along with everyone else in the room, herself included) was engaged in a rousing, impromptu performance of the Macarena.

As she sashayed left and swayed right, hands on her shoulders, her hips, Padme silently thanked the Democratic National Convention gods that her nieces had taught her the popular dance a few months prior. She was already one of the youngest members of the Wisconsin State Senate, and had a reputation for being a little too studious around the edges, to boot (a characterization the connotations of which she felt were unfair - didn't people want their representatives to approach their work with the utmost seriousness of purpose?) She would have died if she'd flubbed the dance of the year, and at the convention, to boot. She grimaced, imagining the headlines in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel: "Wisconsin's Youngest Senator is Anything But Hip."

Frowning, she pushed the thought away and resumed her scan of the rafters below, all while staying on beat. (Take that, Imaginary Milwaukee Journal Sentinel Reporter And Your Made-up Hit Piece!) Suddenly, a head of short brunette hair came into view. Oh my god oh my god oh my god was that - ? Yes, it had to be -

"Oof!"

Suddenly, without realizing what was happening, Padme felt herself falling, falling, falling, no, she was upright, a hand was lifting her up by the arm, a hand which was attached to a guy whom she belatedly realized had barreled into her moments before.

"I am so sorry," the man began, looking absolutely mortified. Regaining her footing, Padme noticed that the man was wearing a light pink dress shirt and a mauve tie with beakers and other science lab accoutrements on it. She smiled, oddly charmed.

"It's alright. I should have been paying more attention." (Ever the diplomat.)

"No, it was all me. I'm not even supposed to be up here. I'm from the Arizona delegation. But I was just - I thought you had a good view of the California delegation from up here, and I just wanted to see if I could spot -"

"Nancy Pelosi," the man finished as Padme uttered the same name. They stared at each other. "Big fan?" the man asked, a small smile playing at the edges of his mouth. The thought came unbidden to Padme's head that it was rather a *nice* smile. And he had also been searching for her political hero at the same time? Who was this guy?

"I really admire her work combatting HIV/AIDS in the 80's," Padme explained. A concise and accurate answer that avoided getting into the fact that she also maybe currently had her picture framed on the wall of her bedroom and her office.

"She did great work," the man agreed. He paused then, and Padme got the distinct feeling that she was about to forget all about her quest to spot her hero. There'd be opportunities later; it was only the first day of the convention, after all.

"I'm Padme," she said, extending her hand before she could think the better of it. "Do you maybe ... want to grab coffee tomorrow? Before the festivities start?"

"That sounds amazing," the man answered, grinning entirely too silly, Padme thought, for someone he had just met. She liked his smile. She hoped she would have cause to see it over and over again, and then some more.

The man took her proffered hand. "I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker."

[topwan-obikin]

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Always be my Master by Anonymous

Anakin has just been knighted, and both he and Obi-Wan are having a hard time with what that could mean for them. Neither of them are looking forward to the distance that could be put between them once they start taking on separate missions from the Council, but Anakin has a little something planned to hopefully help Obi-Wan feel a bit better about the situation.

2. Don't Bully Anakin He'll Cum :( by Anonymous

Anakin getting railed while wearing a silly little shirt. Based on a prompt for Top!Wan Obikin Fest!

3. The Only Sacred Part of Me by Anonymous

Anakin Skywalker, a newly presented omega, goes to the Halls of Healing for his first gynecological exam. Healer Obi-Wan Kenobi guides him through it with a slow and gentle hand.

4. Get My Way by Anonymous

Normal was good. Normal meant that everything was right in the universe. This… this was decidedly not. Or. Five times Obi-Wan watched others lust over his very… pretty padawan, and one time he staked his claim.

5. love's a hand-me-down brew by Anonymous

Obi-Wan has a steady job teaching at the university, a low-rate mortgage on comfortably sized condo in a nicer part of the city, and a respectable social circle. He has no criminal record, no sordid past he’s hiding, he’s in relatively good health, and his friends tell him he would make for an excellent romantic partner. But Obi-Wan’s not looking for love. That’s far too big a commitment. If love is to find him, it will have to hunt him down and kidnap him first. He usually satisfies himself with pretty young things he meets at bars, but unlike his usual taste in lovers, the doe-eyed graduate student that Obi-Wan keeps finding in the wrong library doesn’t seem to notice his flirting. He might have to spell out his intentions if he wants something more. Though Anakin is far from the only oblivious one in their library.

[shadowqueenjude]

More skywalker family stuff🥰

Anakin was sleeping more peacefully than he had in a very long time. It was the effect of leaving the Jedi, being openly married to Padme, and having two adorable kids living happily in Naboo. Was raising children difficult and stressful? Well, considering everything else that had happened in his life, children were positively relaxing.

Just then, in his subconscious, Anakin felt two little buzzing balls of light. He knew they were the force signatures of Luke and Leia. Smiling slightly, Anakin opened his eyes to find two small faces staring at him.

“Told you he’d wake up,” Luke whispered. Leia scowled and handed Luke a nickel. Anakin lifted his head slightly to look at them better. “You should be in bed,” he scolded, about to scoop them up and bring them back to bed. Luke was halfway in his arms when Leia halted him with a small but firm hand on his forearm. “We want to ask something,” she said importantly. Luke wriggled out of Anakin’s arms, nodding in agreement. Anakin peered at Leia curiously. She was only 6 years old, but she was already a force to be reckoned with. Luke followed her everywhere she went.

“Why now? Couldn’t it have waited till morning?” Anakin murmured sleepily. He pulled Leia onto the bed, wrapping one arm around each kid. They both curled towards him, huddling in his warmth. Anakin’s heart was full. “We waited till Mommy was asleep,” Leia explained, and Anakin prepared himself. He knew that whatever they were about to ask would certainly not be Mommy-approved. He wondered what exactly they could want that Padme would not agree to.

“Ok, what is it?” Anakin asked softly. Leia and Luke turned pleading eyes to him. Damn, already turning up the charm. This must be reallyyyy interesting. Anakin quirked up a brow. Leia elbowed Luke. “You tell him.”

“No you tell him!” Luke protested. “You came up with it.”

“You’re the baby, he’s more likely to listen to you,” Leia countered. Anakin resisted the urge to snort. They were both babies, twins at that. Leia was only a few minutes older. But Luke was more soft spoken and didn’t ask for stuff as much as Leia which was why Padme and Anakin were more likely to acquiesce to his requests. “Fiiiineee,” Luke groaned. He crawled onto Anakin’s legs, looking up with the same blue eyes as his own. “Can you pleaseeee teach us Sith techniques?” Luke said, tugging Anakin’s shirt imploringly. Anakin raised both his eyebrows. Interesting. Extremely interesting.

“What makes you think I know Sith techniques?” Anakin’s eyes narrowed as the kids exchanged glances. Probably debating what to tell him through the force. Silly kids; he could sense everything by simply reaching out to their force signatures.

“We heard you talking to Mama,” Leia confessed. “She was saying you trained with the Papatine man.”

“Palpatine,” Anakin corrected. “And yes I did, but it was only because I was trying to save your mother. He made me do terrible things. The Sith ways are not good.”

“You said that about the Jedi too, but you still let Uncle Obi Wan teach us Jedi stuff,” Luke pointed out. Well, force. His little boy had a point there. Leia beamed at her brother, and Anakin reached out a hand to Luke, mussing up his hair. “You have a point, little man,” Anakin said. Luke beamed. He was so fucking cute. Anakin sighed. “Fine, I’ll teach you Sith tricks. But don’t tell your mom.” Luke and Leia squealed in excitement, hugging each other. Anakin couldn’t help but chuckle. He loved his babies so much.

The next day while Padme was on a work call in a distant corner of the house, Anakin sat his kids down criss cross on the carpet in the living room. They were both bouncing excitedly, awaiting Anakin’s lesson.

“The thing to remember about the Sith ways is that it is the polar opposite of the Jedi,” Anakin began. Luke and Leia watched him with rapt attention. “So while as a Jedi when you meditate you are supposed to think of things that calm you, as a Sith, you must think of things that make you angry.”

Luke and Leia stared at him with rapt attention. Anakin smiled. “For me, it is very easy. There are many things that make me angry. But you two are so little and have been mostly-“

“When Leia takes my toys!” Luke declared before Anakin could finish his sense. He bit down on his lip to control his laugh. Leia glared at Luke at his words. “When Luke pulls my hair!” she yelled back, and Anakin couldn’t control his snort.

“When Leia acts all bossy and know-it all!” Luke said, glaring right back.

“When Luke acts all soft and nice!”

They both reached their hands towards each other, slapping each other while trying to fight. Anakin walked between them and gently extricated them from each other. “I think that’s enough,” he said gently. “Unless you have reasons not related to each other?”

The twins both went deep into thought, and Anakin was about to pull away when Leia said, “I’m mad that Papatine has put us in hiding!” Anakin grit his teeth. Palpatine, who ruled over the galaxy now, had been searching for Anakin for years. Naboo had been under constant siege, which led Anakin to believe that he knew where they were. However, with Anakin’s force magic, the empire had been staved off constantly. Why wouldn’t the emperor just leave him in peace?

He knew why, but he hated it. And he hated that it endangered his family too. “Good one, Leia,” Anakin said. “Now focus on that anger. Close your eyes. Picture it clearly in your mind.” Both kids closed their eyes. Anakin reached out to the dark side of the force, finding that familiar gleeful feeling that emerged in the face of rage. After several minutes, a priceless vase shattered.

“Excellent work, Luke and Leia,” Anakin exclaimed. “That was perfect Sith magic. Open your eyes and see what you did.” They obeyed and stared wide-eyed at the broken ceramic.

“Cool!” they said at the same time. “Hell yeah,” Anakin agreed until he sensed Padme’s presence approaching. Shit. He began to panic.

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and reached out to the light side of the force. It was easy as cake to summon; he simply thought of his wife and kids and he calmed down. He reached his hand out towards the shards, which slowly floated off the ground and back towards each other. Within moments, the shards had reconnected with each other.

The twins oohed and aahed at Anakin’s work, and he couldn’t help but grin. He’d forgotten the simple joys of force magic, which his children were reminding him of.

“What?” Padme asked. Abruptly, Anakin, Luke, and Leia all sat up with their back perfectly erect. Padme’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What is going on?”

“Nothing,” they all said at the same time. Padme sighed and shook her head. “You can’t fool me, you know.” Leia perked up, “But we don’t need to tell you.” Anakin resisted the urge to smile while Luke high-fived Leia. Padme scowled slightly. “Ani will tell me, right honey?” Anakin gulped, trying not to panic. This wasn’t the first time he’d kept things from Padme, but he’d never been good at lying to her. Somehow, she always figured out what was going on. “Maybe,” he muttered. Luke and Leia began shouting in protest.

“Wait but I can’t break the twins’ trust, sorry,” Anakin amended. Padme gave him a deathly glare with her beautiful fawn eyes. Anakin gulped again. “What about my trust?” she demanded. Anakin looked to the twins, then back to Padme. He force-communicated his intentions to them. “Got to go!” he yelped and quickly force lifted the twins onto his shoulders. Padme yelled “Hey! Come back!” but Anakin had sprinted out of the room.

Padme smacked her forehead gently. She was the galaxy’s strongest soldier for putting up with three exceptionally force-sensitive people. She didn’t bother to search the room for evidence of mischief. She knew it would reveal itself to her eventually. Recalling her former handmaiden who’d wished to see her special Alderaan vase, she walked to the table it was on and scooped it into her arms. No sooner had she grabbed a hold of it did it splinter into pieces. Padme grumbled under her breath before she stomped in the direction Anakin and the children had gone. “ANIIIIII!!!”

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 6, From the Desert Comes a Stranger. Image depicts Luke Skywalker offering Grogu a choice between a beskar shirt/coverall or Master Yoda's lightsaber. Grogu sits and listens to Luke. Luke is seen in profile with the image focusing on his hands.

Din Djarin knew he made a mistake when he left Ossus. He should have given the gift to Grogu. Mandalorians are not Jedi. They follow a Creed, not a code. And family is centered in their creed, not distanced or completely eliminated. Yes, he and Grogu had grown attached to each other. Why was that a problem? As far as the bounty hunter could tell it had served them both well. What were the Jedi afraid of?

He knew they were afraid. That was crystal clear. He saw the fear in Ahsoka Tano’s eyes. A fear she didn’t have when they first met on Corvus and a fear she didn’t display at all when she fought the ex-Imperial Magistrate of that same damaged world. So why fear Grogu? Why fear his attachment to a human? Was it because he was a bounty hunter? Or a Mandalorian? 

According to the few records he could find from the Tribe, stories and songs were the way they preferred to record their history, Mandalorians and Jedi had fought each other many times. But he and Grogu didn’t fight. Not really. They might not have agreed about absolutely everything. What colors red and blue actually were. Whether or not Jawas were to be trusted. The acceptable number of eggs you could eat in a single sitting. But those were normal disagreements between two people spending a great deal of time together. 

When he thought back to his boyhood, before the he was taken in by the Children of the Watch and before Aq Vetina was attacked by the battle droids of the Separatist military, having minor disagreements with his parents and teachers had been a kind of routine thing. No, he hadn’t taken out the food scraps yet because he didn’t want to do it until the neighbors had taken theirs out because the neighbors daughter was kind of cute, but she thought he was a weirdo. He had tried to impress her once with a feat of strength and ended up dumping a whole bucket of water on her. That didn’t win him any friends and both sets of parents had been pretty annoyed with him. 

Or the time he and his Mom had gone to the market and she had insisted that he hold up a shirt that she wanted to buy for his dad. Was it a good color for him? The bounty hunter remembered being thoroughly embarrassed because one of his friends told him, ‘that dress really brings out the color of your eyes!’. His friend laughed and he dropped the shirt on the ground and his mother reprimanded him. Uff. He had hated that. Hadn’t she realized the situation she had put him in?

But that’s all it was. Silly disagreements and annoyance that didn’t last past a few minutes or a few hours at best. He was grateful that the Mandalorians had found him and rescued him. He was glad to make new friends on Concordia and learn a trade that could help other people. Other than really, really disliking, distrusting, and dismissing droids and mechs, he couldn’t recall a thing he had done as a Mandalorian warrior that was due solely to his heartbreak over losing his parents, and friends, and community. That was not the Way. 

Was that the problem? The Jedi, Ahsoka in particular, didn’t know the Way? Maybe she had never met Mandalorians other than Bo-Katan’s tribe? He could understand her wariness if that was the case. Bo-Katan Kryze and her cohort did not follow the Creed, the ancient ways of the Mand’alor. They showed their faces. They had no armorer. They had no foundlings. They cared more about the Darksaber, than the people they were to lead. It had been a recipe for disaster and disaster had befallen the people of Mandalore when she was their leader. Now she was obsessed with taking Mandalore back, but for who? Based on the way she had treated Boba Fett, Din Djarin was pretty sure it was for herself, primarily. 

Perhaps he should go back? Explain to Ahsoka Tano and the other, Jedi Skywalker, that his tribe of Mandalorians cared deeply about honor and mutual aid and their children. Not in a possessive manner, but in a way that helped them learn and grow and reach their full potential. No matter what they told Grogu, the bounty hunter was never going to forget him or not look out for him. They were already connected. 

Grogu had saved his life, more than once, and now, even if they had never been friends and companions, Din Djarin would happily give his life up to protect the small being. That was also the Way. 

The Mandalorian suddenly thought of Grogu wielding lightsabers like the ones Ahsoka Tano had and laughed to himself. He found it funny to say the least. He had been less than completely successful trying to manage the Darksaber and found that he kept getting in his own way and injuring himself. 

Given how long that blade was, he couldn’t imagine Grogu actually using one successfully. Not even one with a shorter blade. It would be twice the foundling’s height at least. Grogu could certainly use it to deflect blaster fire. He’d seen both Ahsoka Tano and Jedi Skywalker do that with the blades they carried. 

He hated to think of Grogu facing that sort of life. Always training and preparing for a fight, knowing the fight would come and the chances of him surviving it were unknowable, but likely low. After all, once there had been thousands of Jedi helping the Republic unify the galaxy and protecting it’s beings for the sake of peace and prosperity. Then they had fallen, much as Mandalore had. Betrayed by people who should have been their allies. Fighting a foe who had no honor, no respect for the lives they took, no desire to find or make peace. It was awful to contemplate.

Just as he was about to recalculate his next jump into hyperspace and return to Ossus, he played a message that had been waiting for him. 

“Hey, Mando. I have a proposition for you.”

It was Fennec Shand. If she needed him for something, it had to be important. He sighed. He owed her and Fett for helping him save Grogu. He couldn’t forget that or put off any request from either of them. The Creed would not accept any excuses. He would just have to trust Grogu to be able to look out for himself for a little while. After all, it’s not like Fennec was going to ask him to overthrow a government or fight a syndicate or anything like that. Right?

[a-morningstar-120]

Fic Friday.

Anidala, of course.

I Just Wanna Stay in That Lavender Haze

Words, 1147.

Ao3

Summary: Anakin flashed her a grin, his Hero with no fear grin, the poster boy grin, all teeth; bright, white.

"What are you planning-"

I Just Wanna Stay in That Lavender Haze

Padmé giggled, pivoting forward on her toes with a stack of pillows surpassing the height of her head and blocking the room from view balanced in her arms.

The sweet, soft, gentle smell of honey and clean linen wafted through the room, blocking the masculine scent that just barely penetrated the air.

Just barely, of course. For when was the owner of such an annoying, infuriating scent ever there long enough to make it more?

“I have the sheets,” called the voice of the masculine scent, a loud crash immediately following his sentence, “Oops.”

Padmé would’ve pinched the bridge of her nose if she could have, instead, she settled for a light admonishment. “Anakin,” she said, exasperation colouring her tone as she rolled her eyes at the stack of pillows.

The scrambling of feet met Padmé’s ears quickly followed by the sound of Anakin whacking his head on a shelf, “ouch!”

The senator forced back a snort.

“Okay,” Anakin was up, the sheets and blankets slung precariously over his arms accompanied by a silly sideways grin, “we’re fine. Everything is fine.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Asked Padmé, finding her burden of pillows swept away from her hold, she let her arms drop to her sides.

Anakin let everything fall from his grasp and onto the bed with a swooshing sound.

“Anakin!”

Anakin turned, a downcast look twisting his features. “You sound like Obi-Wan,” the blond seemed miserable by this.

Padmé opened her mouth before closing it, then opened it again. She seemed to think better of what she was going to say because she shook her head before closing it yet again. “I’m sorry, Anakin,” she said in a more gentle voice, giving him a slight smile.

Anakin faced her, beaming, and unfolded his arms. “I know,” he murmured.

She gave a laugh, forced, yes, but a laugh nonetheless, and rolled her eyes at him playfully. “Okay Skywalker,” she said with an irritated huff. “Can we make the bed now? She asked quirking her head back slightly to peer up at him.

Moving rather fast, with only the agility that came with being a Force-sensitive, Anakin had trapped Padmé in his arms and swept her up in one fluid motion. “Why would we ever do something such as that?” He inquired, waggling his eyebrows down at her.

Padmé squirmed in his hold, swatting at him in the chest and shoving at his arms, but giggled despite herself. “Because the bed isn’t going to make itself, silly,” she laughed as Anakin dipped her back. Padmé shrieked, digging her nails into his shoulders as they came back up. “Ani,” she gasped.

Anakin flashed her a grin, his Hero with no fear grin, the poster boy grin, all teeth; bright, white.

“What are you planning-“

Anakin reached out carefully, entwining his fingers through strands of Padmé’s hair, the locks falling through his touches like spring water and silk. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He breathed, he seemed, sounded desperate, he needed her to hear him, to know.

She stared up at him, hazel entranced with blue.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Anakin wrapped his arms around her, enfolding her body against his, one arm snaking around her waist while the other supported her back and his fingers tangled in her hair.

“Ani, the sheets,” moaned Padmé, but the words quickly died on her lips as Anakin claimed them greedily, but somehow, gently. And his hands wandered from her back to the hem of her sleep shirt, fingers toiling with the fabric.

He peppered her face with kisses, causing her to snort lightly and tilt away on her heels.

“I miss you so much,” he whined, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

Padmé brought her arms to rest around him, tugging his frame against her. “I know,” she whispered back, carting a hand through blond locks, the soft waves spilling over her fingers like caramel and honey.

A contented sigh sounded from Anakin’s lips.

Padmé placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head. “Okay, the bed,” she nudged him in the arm.

Bright blue eyes blinked up at her, eyelashes fluttering lightly against cheekbones. Anakin pouted. “No,” he lowered his head, pressing a trail of fiery kisses down Padmé’s neck while his hands travelled other places, Padmé’s sleep shirt falling to the floor after Anakin was hasty and took longer in removing it.

Padmé laughed at her husband.

Anakin glared.

“Don’t be hasty.”

Hoisting Padmé up, Anakin beamed down at her, his face radiating happiness. One hand slid along her inner thigh and the other balanced her against him, his palm pressed firmly against her mid-back. Anakin dipped his head down once more, nipping gently at her collarbone before following the path downward.

Padmé shifted in Anakin’s hold, causing his prosthetic hand to slip farther up her thigh. “Anakin,” she moaned out, pulling on his hair.

“Huh,” Anakin stumbled with Padmé, landing on the bed with a thud and a groan. Curls disarrayed and eyes wild, Anakin sat up, pushing a pillow off of him and snapping sprigs of lavender from his hair.

Padmé glanced over at him for a brief second before doubling over in fits of hysteria

Anakin stared at her dumbfounded.

As Padmé gasped for air, and Anakin didn’t panic about her gasping for once it was safe to say she was distracted and didn’t notice what was going on would be an awkward thing if . . . well, geez, it’s Anakin!

And Anakin through the lavender sprigs at her, where they rained down around Padmé and landed in a neat pile on the mattress about her hands, some petals falling on her fingertips. “Hey,” she giggled, scooping a couple up in her palm, “I’m a girl, I love lavender.”

Anakin rolled his eyes before tackling her to the mattress.

Padmé opened her hand, letting the sprigs spill on Anakin’s hair.

Grumbling, Anakin hid his face in her neck like a petulant child.

But who was asking?

“Your skin, it is so cold,” said Padmé, running a hand along Anakin’s arm, leaving goosebumps in the wake of her warmth, “the chill clings to you.”

“You have it cold in here,” he mumbled into her skin.

Padmé’s fingers began playing with a loose thread on Anakin’s sleeve. She nudged him, “okay.”

Anakin reached up, placing a sprig in her hair before dragging his arm under her and pillowing his head on her breast, “nope.”

Padmé sighed, letting her hands fall on his back and her head tilt.

If anyone were to ask Anakin, which they most likely wouldn’t; laying here versus the actual pillows? Here was much more comfortable.

“What’s with the sprigs?”

“Shhh. We’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

Anakin’s eyes drifted closed, a warm blanket being tugged over them the last thing he remembered-

And everything smelled like lavender.

Everything-

Lavender.